The remaining police cars blocked the intersection. Father George's car accidentally hit the wall because of his hurry, and got stuck at the entrance of the parking lot, blocking a lot of police cars behind it.
Seeing that the car couldn't be driven, Father George complained to Carl next to him, "How on earth do you, a bastard, drive? You used to hang out with guys like Steve and Carlos every day. How come you don't have any driving skills?"
A little progress."
In the parking lot passage, a group of vehicles turned and turned, their tires squealing.
The parking lot did not lead to the underground, but to the roof in a spiral shape. Curly Mao felt a little regretful, but he had no other choice in the situation just now.
Now that there was only one road left, Curly Hair turned the accelerator again. The superiority of motorcycles was fully demonstrated here. Curly Hair and Owen were far ahead of the other vehicles behind them, and took the lead to rush to the rooftop.
The motorcycle under Curly Hair roared, and the tires rolled up mud. He looked back and saw that the CTU behind him was still following him.
The building has not yet been completed, there is not a single car in the parking lot, the view is good, and the surrounding situation is clear at a glance.
Curly Hair walked around the field, but his heart sank to the bottom. After fighting for a long time, his fate did not change at all. This was another place of death.
He immediately found the location of the exit after coming up, but it hadn't been repaired yet, so leaving there was no different from committing suicide by jumping off the building.
There was the sound of a helicopter outside, and red and blue police lights were flashing downstairs. The entire building was surrounded, and there was still the ghost of the guy behind...
There is no escape in heaven or on earth!
Owen, who was behind, had chased Curly twice, and he also discovered Curly's dilemma. There was no other way to leave except the entrance, and Curly couldn't escape with his wings.
The roar of the motor came from the entrance, and the yellow body of the off-road vehicle appeared. Carlos also caught up with him, followed by a long line of police cars. As long as they unfolded and continued to compress Curly's space, Curly would eventually have no choice but to
If you find a corner, you can capture it without any effort.
The curly hair in front suddenly turned back, and Owen saw hatred and full of grief and indignation in his eyes, as if he had made an important choice.
Curly's behavior in the next second surprised him. Curly suddenly accelerated, and the car rushed out of the building like a phantom.
Farke, is he going to commit suicide?
This was Owen's first reaction, but he immediately understood that this guy was smart enough and desperate enough.
The location where Curly Hair rushed was the smoke exhaust outlet on the rooftop, where a slope formed, and not far ahead was another building.
As long as he is fast enough, refer to the standard equation of the parabola, the distance from the focus to the directrix, the square of y is equal to 2px or something, forget it, Owen won't do those calculations, he just relies on his own feeling, Curly Hair is sure
Can fly over.
There is an overpass between the two buildings. If he really flies over, the police will not be able to get around it for a while, and he might actually be able to escape.
Haha, it’s so exciting that I actually thought of this method.
For a moment, Owen had to admire his courage.
The next second, Owen also made a crazy decision. Without any hesitation, he also slammed the accelerator and drove the motorcycle up the steep slope chasing the curly figure.
Carlos in the back saw this exciting scene as soon as he stepped onto the rooftop. Two motorcycles flew out of the building one after the other, causing him to secrete adrenaline rapidly.
How could such an exciting thing be complete without you, Uncle Carlos? He stepped on the accelerator and Carlos rushed over.
The police cars behind them were so horrified by the scene in front of them that they almost forgot to breathe.
The suspect flew out of the building on a motorcycle, and then the second motorcycle also flew out of the building, followed by a yellow off-road vehicle. However, the yellow off-road vehicle gave up at the last moment and braked sharply on all four wheels, causing the tires to turn white.
The smoke made a harsh friction sound and stopped at the edge of the rooftop.
In the sky, Owen didn't know what the curly hair in front of him was feeling, but he just felt that his heart shrank into a ball, and that feeling of slow motion appeared again.
The surrounding night sky was pitch black, and some floors in the building in front of him were still lit with lights. It was obvious that people were working overtime. Irving even saw a few people gathering in an office as if they were having a meeting.
Looking down, I saw that the frequency of the red and blue police lights flashing below had slowed down, and it looked different from usual.
Owen was even a little surprised, how could he still have time to think about this at this time? Shouldn't his mind be so nervous that he went blank? Then, he heard the sound of glass shattering. The curly hair in front succeeded. He removed the glass curtain wall of the building opposite.
It made a big hole.
Everything was so slow, glass shards flying in the air, the shocked expressions of people behind the big hole, and the intense stimulation caused a large amount of adrenaline to be secreted. This adrenaline flowed in Owen's blood, making him feel like a superman at this moment.
Owen even had time to adjust his sitting posture, correct the direction of the motorcycle's flight, and try to keep his body as close to the motorcycle as possible. Then, the feeling of slow motion disappeared, and the flow of time returned to normal. Owen swooshed, and followed the curly hair.
The trajectory rushed into the big hole.
On the rooftop, Carlos patted his chest with lingering fear. He was so impulsive that he almost sailed in the ditch, forgetting to consider the actual situation. A motorcycle weighing three to four hundred pounds could fly past, but his off-road weight exceeded two tons. Flying out would be suicide.
,Fortunately God bless.
In the building opposite, Curly Hair smashed the desks and chairs inside as soon as he hit the ground. The car was embedded in a table, and people were thrown out.
Owen's landing was not much better. The rooftop here was not as empty as before. The car hit Curly's car and he was also thrown away. However, because he was well prepared during the slow motion before, he was basically uninjured.
.
In the ruins, Owen stumbled up. Not far from him, Curly Hair was still lying in the ruins and had not recovered.
"Success!"
This was Curly's first thought when he opened his eyes. He didn't know that Owen had also flown over. At that time, he didn't bother to look back.
Curly was ecstatic. He could feel that his whole body was in terrible pain, but his strong desire to survive forced him not to think about it. He knew that he had to leave immediately before the police below could react.
But before he could stand up, the face of the hateful CTU suddenly appeared again, and then a big foot quickly enlarged in front of his eyes, and then he knew nothing.
Owen kicked Curly Hair unconscious, and then sat down with a heavy breath, his body gradually slumped. He knew that the sequelae of excessive secretion of adrenaline were coming.
Sure enough, his body immediately began to violently convulse, and he couldn't control it at all. Owen shrank into a ball, and it seemed that he could hear the thumping sound of his heart, which was frighteningly fast.
Soreness and weakness came almost at the same time as the pain. Owen was sweating profusely. He felt so good in the air just now, and now he wanted to die so much.
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