Chapter 361: The end of the shootout, ask for a monthly ticket) 4500 words
"Let me ask you, what happened to your sister? Why are those Haitians chasing her so desperately?"
After the original Ferrari was scrapped, Kai immediately requisitioned a car from the side. This is the center of Chicago, and there are really many good cars. As for the original owner of the car... I just blame him for being too high-profile and having nothing to drive.
What kind of luxury cars are on the street? Besides, their losses are not big, and the police station will pay their bills.
After getting in the car, Kai immediately asked Marcus what was going on with his sister. Why did she get involved with Tapia? And why were those Haitians chasing her like crazy?
Haitians are very reckless, but they are not stupid either. Knowing that there are police behind them, they still chase Sydney. That only means one thing. There must be something in Sydney that they cannot give up. In view of the previous situation
, Kai guessed that Sydney was probably carrying a large amount of cash with her. As for the amount of cash, just looking at the appearance of the Haitian, it was definitely an astronomical amount. But there was also a problem. Sydney drove it.
It's the Chevrolet SUVequinox_.
The space of the SUV model is indeed not small, but if it is cash, it cannot actually hold much, a few million at most. Will these Haitians risk their lives for a few million? Obviously not...
So why?
"How did I know? She is just a clerk! I thought she already knew how to go to Miami!"
Indeed, Sydney had already gone to say goodbye to Marcus a few days ago, and Marcus always thought that Sydney had returned to Miami.
"Forget it!"
Just as Kai and Marcus were talking, a dozen cars with sirens suddenly popped out from the intersection on both sides. None of these cars had police car livery, but since the sirens were sounded, it meant that the people in the cars must be
police.
"Who are they? Are they our people?"
The Chicago Police Department has indeed made preparations, but the problem is that there is no reason why the Chicago Police's police cars do not have police car livery.
Marcus turned and looked back and saw that their car was followed by a Chicago Police Department police car. "Our people are behind! Those are not our people!"
This group of unidentified people who suddenly joined in pursued them more aggressively than the Chicago police. They chased the commodity transport truck desperately one by one. "Call and find out who they are? Why are they here?"
Marcus immediately put down the machine gun in his hand and took out his mobile phone. Just as he turned on his mobile phone to dial a number, he saw several Haitians throwing down the car on the transport truck in front of him. They said they were throwing down the car, but it was true.
Somewhat exaggerated, they just untied the chain that fixed the car on the transport truck and let the truck's car fall directly from the truck.
But the consequences are no different from throwing them down.
Those cars immediately became the deadweight of transport trucks and cars, immediately turning those cars into bombs that detonated on the road. After those cars fell from the trucks, they either directly hit the cars behind them, or they directly rotated and rolled into large ones.
The moving roadblocks caused a series of car accidents. Even three cars with sirens on were involved in the car accident, and one of them exploded directly...
"Holy Shet!" Marcus held his head and opened his eyes wide. "I think... Teresa will go crazy when she sees this scene!"
The Chicago Police Department is afraid of the current situation, with civilian injuries, property damage, various speeding cars, gun battles, and now the sacrifice of police officers. This is enough for Teresa and the corresponding leaders to give a report of more than a hundred pages.
Report... This does not include the accountability of public opinion, the inquiries from the Chicago City Council and the State Assembly... In short, Marcus can already think of Theresa's expression...
"Sit tight!" Just at this moment, something happened again. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. The Haitians actually untied the chain of a car only half way, then threw the car off the truck and let it go.
The truck towed the car, turning it into a large meteor hammer that kept sweeping left and right on the road, knocking out the cars behind the truck.
The two cars with sirens that were originally chasing the truck were knocked out by the 'Meteor Hammer'. One of them actually rolled on the road because of its speed, and hit Kai and the others.
!
Faced with this situation, Kai could only speed up and rush through the gap!
"Madefak!" Looking at the car getting closer and closer, Marcus spit out the American curse. "Did you see it? Did you see it? That car almost smashed my head!"
"
"Shut up! Come here and grab the steering wheel!" Kai finally couldn't help it anymore. He wasn't afraid of the big scene caused by those Haitians, but Marcus was too annoyed. From the beginning, this guy was always in trouble.
Don't stop!
The 'Meteor Hammer' in front is too troublesome, and he must solve this problem. He needs Marcus to shut his mouth and help him drive!
At first, Marcus didn't quite understand what Kai was going to do. But he subconsciously held the steering wheel. As soon as he held the steering wheel, he saw Kai smash his car window with his elbow, and then stood up from his seat.
He stood up and stretched half of his body out of the car!
"Areyoucrazy??!! Are you desperate for your life?"
Kai ignored him at all, but pulled out his modified Desert Eagle and pointed it at the chain dragging the car!
bump!
There was a huge gunshot and a bang, the chain was shortened, and the 'Meteor Hammer' was finally liberated!
But due to the huge inertia, the car jumped and flew straight up.
Kai immediately retracted into the car, stepped on the accelerator again, and pulled the engine to 7,000 rpm. The car suddenly accelerated and rushed past like an arrow leaving the string.
When the engine reaches 7000 rpm, the sound disappears and everything loses color - Shelby.
Marcus had never heard of this sentence, and he didn't even know who Shelby was, but at this moment, he really felt this sentence.
Marcus has always considered himself a little prince of drag racing. He feels that if his mother hadn't pulled him from the racing track and dragged him back to school by his ears in time, he might have become the world's first black F1 champion.
But it wasn't until today that he realized how young and frivolous he was in the past. He was really young and frivolous... There was a ruthless character who was much more ruthless than him.
When Kai ran the engine to 7,000 rpm, when he saw the car crashing towards them, he really felt that everything stopped, the machine became as light as nothing, and everything disappeared in front of his eyes.
The rest of the body travels through time and space... Well, of course Marcus couldn't think of such pretentious words, but the general meaning is this.
At that moment, he really felt that he was going to be doomed. His heartbeat had begun to stop, and he felt that the pressure caused by the acceleration made him unable to breathe.
He had already begun to think about his last words, but unfortunately, he seemed unable to say them because if they collided, he would definitely be smashed into pieces.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
But things were always unexpected, and Marcus just watched the rolling car fly over their heads.
"Fak, fak, fak, fak, fak~~~~kkkkkkkkkkk!!!"
This was the only word Marcus could shout.
It’s so exciting!
"Ah ah ah, did you see it? Did you see it? It rolled over, the damn car rolled over! Just over my head!!!" Marcus seemed to be rapping.
, repeating this at a very fast speed. I have always said that rap is a racial talent of black people. It seems that this is not groundless.
"Yeah, it flew over." Kai, on the other hand, looked extremely calm. This is the advantage of super dynamic vision. Kai was fine at the beginning, and they could pass through.
But Marcus was still excited. "Fake, it almost hit my head!"
"Wait! What is that? A yacht?!!!"
Marcus had just calmed down his heart that was about to explode when he saw an even more horrifying scene. A yacht actually appeared on the road.
“Why are there so many yachts on the road?!!!”
It turned out that just as the Haitians were chasing Sydney through an intersection, a heavy truck towing a yacht of about fifteen meters passed by, and then the Haitian's truck crashed into it...
Now Kai was sure that those strange liquids that the Haitians drank before setting off were definitely laced with drugs. Otherwise, the bastard driving the car would definitely not be such a bastard.
The 12-meter yacht came across and basically blocked more than half of the entire road... This was thanks to the wide enough road, otherwise they would all have finished playing!
While Kai was cursing secretly in his mind, he used the stunt of the Akina Mountain Racing God, turning the gutter! Brushing the guardrail on the roadside, he narrowly passed through the yacht. The vehicle following Kai disappeared.
So good luck. A police car was hit by a rolling yacht, and then... boom!
exploded.
But because of this, the Haitian truck finally stopped. It seemed that there was a problem with their transmission due to the impact just now. The truck became slower and slower, and finally stopped in the middle of the road. Those Haitians were indeed fierce. After knowing
After being unable to escape, they simply drove the truck across the road, blocking the entire road, and then opened fire on the spot and fought with the police who arrived.
Marcus was relieved to see the Haitians stop.
Finally, I don’t have to take Kai’s car anymore!
Marcus swore that he would never ride in Kai's car again even if he was killed! Even if he didn't get into a car accident, he was afraid that his heart wouldn't be able to bear it. It was too reckless. Others who caught thieves were brave at most, but not like Kai.
Totally life-threatening!
He still has a wife and children to support. It would be a big loss if he died in the line of duty, so it was important to save his life.
Marcus even felt that it was a happy thing to have a gunfight with the Haitians now.
Soon, Kay led the Chicago police and a group of armed men with the DEA logo to fight against the Haitians.
"DEA? Why are they here?" Kai shot a yellow-haired Haitian down and casually asked Matthew, who had just arrived.
"News just came from the headquarters. The DEA is also targeting Tapia's money this time. They disguised themselves as a money laundering group to help Tapia launder money. This time, the people who sent Tapia money are DEA people." Matthew
He whispered to Kai. This is a secret and not many people know about it.
Kai looked over in surprise.
Matthew nodded affirmatively.
"Damn, this is such a coincidence."
…
The police gathered more and more, and there were only a dozen Haitians. Naturally, they could not make a splash, so they were all shot to death. None of the Haitians surrendered. At first, the police thought that Haitians were all tough men, but when they were collecting the bodies, they
Only then did they discover that Platt, the boss of the Haitian gang, was missing. Combined with the desperate actions of the Haitians just now, it is not difficult to conclude that they did this to cover Platt's escape.
It's strange to say that the Haitians were obviously surrounded, but no one saw how Pratt escaped.
While a group of police officers kept informing various units about Pratt's escape, Kai leaned against the railing on the roadside with a smile on his face.
It turned out that three kilometers away from the scene, Pratt, who was wearing Haitian yellow traditional dress, was running away in embarrassment. At this moment, she was like an ordinary black old lady, staggering forward.
She kept looking back, as if she saw something scary chasing her.
This is indeed the case.
Not far behind her, a man wearing a smart three-piece suit was following her step by step. His pace was obviously not fast, as if he was walking. But Pratt could never get rid of her.
The man was very handsome and very neat, just like a nobleman attending a cocktail party. The only discordant thing was that he was wearing a pair of white gloves, and between his hands, he was playing with a black non-reflective dagger.
.
Pratt tried all the methods he knew and couldn't stay away from this man.
Platt is a witch. This is no joke. She is indeed a witch, a voodoo witch. Her real name is Marie Love. This name is very famous in the United States, especially among people who believe in voodoo.
He is absolutely famous among black people.
But it was not her who really made this name famous, but her mother, Marie Love. Well, I wrote it right, his mother had the same name as her.
New Orleans Voodoo Queen.
This was her mother's name during her lifetime.
In the 19th century, when her mother was at her most prosperous, she basically controlled the entire underground world of New Orleans. At that time, every murder and accidental death in New Orleans seemed to have some mysterious connection with Marie Love.
But the law had nothing to do with her. She had been in and out of court many times, and had countless lawsuits, but she had never lost. She went to the prison to visit the inmates on death row as easily as she came in and out of her home.
But after her mother died due to mysterious reasons at the age of 130, Marie Love failed to inherit her mother's career. Her talent was not as great as her mother's, and her magic power was even different. In addition, the church began to suppress them at that time.
, so Marie Love fled to Haiti and practiced in Haiti, the holy land of voodoo.
It was not until the 21st century that she felt her magic power was enough to protect herself, so she returned to the United States.
Well, this woman is 128 years old. She was born in 1881. Modern society has brought unprecedented enjoyment to Marie Love, which makes her never want to return to the poor place in Haiti. She originally thought that relying on her own
Voodoo can flourish in modern society, so he took his followers to Chicago and formed the Haitian Gang.
This was indeed the case in the beginning.
Until she met Kingpin!
Strictly speaking, Marie Love did not meet Kingpin. She only met Kingpin's men, and she was struck. She found that her witchcraft was no match for those with super powers. So Marie Love
Love decisively surrendered to Kingpin.
This time, the reason why Marie Love took advantage of Tapia was because of Kingpin's order.
But she didn't expect that during this operation she would once again encounter an enemy that witchcraft could not defeat.
She missed the rainforest in Haiti.
She had asked her followers to stop the police with all their strength, and then used witchcraft to escape the scene. Unexpectedly, she encountered this man before she could escape far. The man wanted to kill her, Marie Love was sure of this.
So she took the lead, but as a result, her witchcraft had no effect in front of this man, and she was chased by him in a panic.
Finally, Marie Love couldn't run anymore.
"Ma'am, what are you doing, do you still want to run away? Don't worry, I only ask one question. Then I will send you to where you should go. It's fair, right?"
In the shadow behind the man, countless blood-red eyes suddenly opened.
