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Chapter 14: From Prey to Hunter
Almost at the moment when the "Silver Dancer" in Locke's hand was triggered, and the ray of light burst forth, Firefox, who had just rushed out of the alley, was instantly alert. His right hand pressed down on Wesley, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat.
Firefox's left hand left the steering wheel, and within the limited space, he performed an impeccable gun throw.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The moment the two bullets collided in the air, sparks erupted, and both fell to the ground.
The corner of Locke's mouth rose as he floored the accelerator and raced towards the Manhattan Bridge once again.
"Fuck!"
Firefox cursed angrily and hurriedly followed.
But...
Firefox suddenly had a suspicion. The person sitting in the car, wearing sunglasses, looked like a stranger.
"Boom!"
"Shit!"
"Slow down, asshole!"
"What!"
"Get out of the way."
"What the..."
"Boom!"
Despite it being almost nine o'clock in the evening, there were still many people on the streets of Manhattan. After all, while New York City had its chaotic areas, Manhattan wasn't one of them.
Moreover, three minutes after someone called 911, reporting an Audi R8 and a red Maserati racing on Third Avenue, patrol officers from the New York Police Department were already heading there.
"George."
"What?"
After finishing his visit to the textile factory with Sheriff Collen of Jersey City, Sheriff George Stacy received a call from the station.
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Locke looked up and saw a helicopter belonging to the New York Police Department arriving.
The speed of the red Maserati behind him seemed to change.
They're coming!
Offensive and defensive.
Locke raised his eyebrows and thought.
The next second, he slammed on the brakes!
A drift in place.
The driver's door swung open.
Locke unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out of the car in one swift motion.
Gun out.
Shooting!
Firefox, who was hesitating whether to continue chasing, saw the man in sunglasses stepping out of the car like in a movie. He cursed, pulled the handbrake, and floored the accelerator.
"Bang bang bang!"
The "Silver Dancer" in Locke's hand kept firing, bullet casings falling to the ground. The yellow bullets created a storm of smoke and dust in front of him, forcing the red Maserati to retreat.
Wesley in the car wasn't well.
He felt the world spinning.
The next second, Locke bent down, got back into the Audi R8 with smooth movements, and fastened his seat belt.
Patrol officers from the New York Police Department were shocked.
"Headquarters, we have a 415 incident on Third Street!"
"415 Incident, requesting support!"
"Roger!"
415, the NYPD case code, meant someone was using a deadly weapon!
Boom!
At this moment, the offense and defense completely reversed.
Just now, it was a red Maserati chasing a silver Audi R8.
Now?
The roles had switched!
Locke, sitting in the Audi R8, wearing sunglasses, his eyes shining behind them, licked his lips slightly.
Big occasion!
That was the main reason he came to New York.
The bigger the scene, the higher the achievement!
As for exposure?
It won't happen.
Locke had already reported the theft of this Audi R8. The timing of the report was perfect, just as he drove the Audi R8 away from the Star Building.
Indeed.
"One of the suspects is driving a silver Audi R8 reported missing, chasing a red Maserati, heading towards the Manhattan Bridge, requesting assistance!"
The police officers circling over Manhattan Island reported the information they had obtained to headquarters.
"Fuck!"
"Block the Manhattan Bridge!"
"Quick!"
There are twenty-one bridges connecting Manhattan Island to the outside world.
The Manhattan Bridge can be raised.
Many bridges in the Federation can be raised, creating a physical blockade without the need for human barricades.
But...
Blocking the Manhattan Bridge wasn't a decision the New York Police Department could make, especially when no officers were injured, just two cars shooting at each other.
Small scene.
New Yorkers would say so!
They've seen worse; this little scene is nothing!
"Shit!"
Firefox, now the hunted instead of the hunter, cursed while driving fast.
Wesley, in the co-pilot seat, was pale and looked like he was about to vomit.
"Who is that!"
Wesley recalled the scene he had just seen, like in a movie: "That person is not the target we are looking for!"
Firefox said in a deep voice, "Wushuang!"
Wesley was slightly taken aback: "What?"
Wushuang?
The unparalleled assassin from Texas?
How is this possible?
Firefox looked in the rearview mirror and saw the man in the silver Audi R8, wearing sunglasses and licking the corner of his mouth. He quickly thought about when the switch had happened.
Wait.
The alley?
Definitely!
Damn it.
"What should we do now?"
Wesley looked up at the rumbling sound of a second police helicopter arriving. Though he had killed people, he had never seen such a big scene: "Damn it, we are surrounded."
"Shut up!"
"..."
Firefox spoke coldly, watching the Manhattan Bridge that leads outside.
At this moment.
The Manhattan Bridge was slowly rising.
"Shit!"
Firefox floored the accelerator: "Hold tight!"
Wesley: "..."
Behind.
Above the silver Audi R8.
Locke watched the accelerating Firefox, the corners of his mouth rising.
Since he planned to deal with the textile factory on Monday, he might as well work overtime tonight and play with this beautiful Firefox.
Locke, wearing sunglasses, wasn't afraid of exposure!
Moreover...
Before coming to New York, he had taken precautions, studied the map of New York City for many days, and didn't set off until he had over a hundred contingency plans for various situations.
Not to mention the NYPD.
Even if Hydra or SHIELD were to come to New York City to hunt down Locke, he had a hundred ways to escape, if not eliminate them.
Manhattan Bridge!
The bridge deck began to separate from both sides, forming a ninety-degree arc.
"Boom!"
"What!"
Firefox floored the accelerator, and Maserati's powerful engine roared like a plane taking off.
Boom!
In midair.
Firefox opened the car door, firing two shots at the helicopter's searchlights.
Instantly.
Darkness fell.
Boom!