Hidden Assassin

Snowflake dancing, brilliant skyscrapers on both sides, on the streets of downtown New York, a red sports car whirring and bending, has passed the two cars in front, slipped into the side driveway, almost rubbing shoulders with a black sedan, if outside the car, I'm afraid you can hear the violent wind breaking when the two cars are staggered, a steering wheel, thrown out on the road when the sports car with speeds of more than 150 kilometres per hour.

In front, a car sped up and slammed towards the body that had been crossed this way.

The lights are compelling, and the instant room is already bright and dazzling.

“Ah...”

He couldn't bear to scream out, and the moment the two cars were about to collide, Ahern passed his head sharply. In the afterglow, the lamp was already directly in front of him.

Brush--

Just a millimeter apart, the sports car flew lightningly into the fork next to it, and the car that raced past braked, and then there was chaos behind it. Soul Vuddin, Ahern breathed air in his mouth, close to the back of the chair, and countless lights drifted in his eyes towards the rear.

This is not the first time since we left the blockaded street that such an alarming and stifling scene has taken place.

Initially, the crossroads of the four green lights were supposed to be the beginning, and since then, all sorts of chase scenes that can only be seen in the movies have appeared in front of her. Of course, being an audience seemed exciting in a movie, but when you were the star of the scene, it just made people feel horrible. The speed limit for New York City cars is basically around 55 or 65, which is because there are too many cars on weekdays and congestion is extremely unusual. Although heavy snow reduces traffic, it also increases the wetness of roads. When a sports car passes three to four times faster, it definitely doesn't feel exciting, it just plays with life.

Countless vehicles are brushed around and thrown far away, shaking left and right from time to time, because the sports car is flying fast through the traffic at extremely high speeds, almost every overrun is between life and death, because it feels like any program can collide with any object next to it with a slight error and a slight loss of control, and at such speeds, the entire sports car is estimated to fly with a slight collision.

Especially in such ice and snow weather, the gripping power of the wheels has dropped dramatically, with a dozen steering wheels each time after a 90-degree or larger bend, allowing the car to throw a few dozen meters across. This is the ultimate drift she could see in the movies before, every time such a turn, enormous centrifugal force pushed her body to the side, each time giving her the feeling that the sports car was out of control. Every time, however, the sports car is able to sail smoothly onto the next road. Though she had already told herself not to be afraid in her heart, every time she rubbed herself away from the nearest distance from the vehicle she was frightened and couldn't help but scream.

No matter how many times you've been through something like this, you won't get used to it... in your mind. She also couldn't help but look at the man around her, a thin blonde hair, thin lips, eagle hook nose, which she was never familiar with or attractive. However, with preconceived perceptions, those eyes can make people feel extremely sharp and reliable. He did not look at her, but focused on the road ahead and grabbed the steering wheel. His right hand was often put down vigorously, converting the gear at an eye-catching speed. Everything was as precise and convenient as a computer program that had been designed. Such a sight could reassure her heart.

Put it on the money walkie-talkie, and there are still occasional voices from the bad guys.

“You can't run, Jane! This is New York! Not Jianghai. ”

Perhaps because of the stimulus of something, the first thing that came out of the walkie-talkie was actually a threat with very little technical content. The car was passing through the Manhattan Bridge, and due to some spare time, the newspaper laughed naturally.

You mean New York is your turf? Joan, Castro just died. Let's face it! ”

“Whatever Castro is, now you're just fighting alone, and no one will come to help you! ”

“Blocking me with more than half of the entire U.S. division, all I can say is that you're too good... So who's in a better position, the U.S. government is watching you, the FBI and the NSA are watching you, Smart Heaven is watching you not well, speaking of killing your boss, creating miracles up and down with amazing efficiency, and now there's still yellow awakening... Ha, Alliance, why did Peloka of Japan assassinate James in the Jianghai, killing him can really plant flaming yellow awakening? Now I want to lick the ass of the guard... you are all fools! ”

“Then we'll see. ”

Speaking of which, Zhuang's tone has also become particularly gloomy. In fact, the miracle belongs in the United States. Even though James did stand opposite Flaming Yellow Awakening when he went to the River Sea, such an assassination wrist was too childish. Peroga, Japan, naturally went into the water for the Latin American division. Castro, Zhuang and others don't understand this, but since there is also an intention to cooperate here, some small wrists are naturally deliberately ignored and pushed by the water. However, the mind understands that it is one thing, and it is said that it is another thing. At this time, this walkie-talkie is connected directly to the entire communication network, and all the killers will hear about it, and his mood will naturally get worse.

The situation on both sides was very tense, so each of these conversations actually took a long time apart. Zhuang's tone was calm and gloomy, and there was some sarcasm on this side. After the rough conversation, the man opened the window, threw the walkie-talkie out and then turned the steering wheel violently.

The rear of the car is moving forward!

At that moment, the man pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger at the moment he hit the side of the car. On the road, the whole sports car flew like a gyroscope for two turns, recovering its original direction, the dizzy Ahern screamed, looking back, a chased car exploded into a huge fireball, and was then dumped far away.

From the beginning to the present, the whole death chase has been going on in New York City for more than forty minutes, with the occasional sighting of a police car whistling and then being thrown away, the killer's vehicle being chased back and forth, some even probing out the body and shooting at it with a gun, the bullet hitting the bullet-proof car and making a shocking noise. This is definitely the most messy night in New York... in her mind.

After killing into Brooklyn District via the Manhattan Bridge, he entered Queens with a large number of pursuits, and countless streetlights flashed past the brilliant and luminous building, which was thrown far behind him, and shortly thereafter the sports car returned to Manhattan. In the midst of the snowstorm, Ahern turned around and found something in the building that was blurred by snowflakes.

“So that's... that's...”

I was frightened by my discovery for a while. I wanted to remind you, but I was afraid that I'd split the hearts of the people around me. I said a few words. Nah, shut up and looked at it on the back of the car for a while. The voice came from around me: “That's not shooting news. ”

“Eh…”

Turning back, the man next to him pulled his right hand hard and the sports car accelerated again, listening only to his head and not returning: “This is their territory, the helicopter that has been following them is also theirs, otherwise how could these guys be so easy to locate us? ”

“So… what do we do? ”

Understanding that her presence could not be of any help, she asked carefully. On this road, the killer's vehicle always chased forward and backward, biting this side to death, and now it is known that there is an airplane adventurous to follow in such windy and snowy weather. Without the red and green lights on the street always change for some inexplicable reason, it is estimated that several blockades will not be able to escape. And now, how can a sports car get past an airplane...

For a moment, a short answer came from around: "We continue to flee. ”

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A few minutes later, the Washington Bridge.

Across both ends of the Hudson River, the Washington Bridge, as one of the main gateways to and from New York, has always been restricted. Near midnight, the lights between the orange-green flames lined the entire magnificent suspension bridge. During the snowy night, vehicles crossed, yet at this end of the bridge, more than a dozen police vehicles were scattered across the road, and sirens rang and waited.

The sports car flew in, slowing down slightly where traffic was dense, but it was still overtaking, and the helicopter was still following closely behind it. I saw the sports car coming and the police car started moving.

Two hundred meters, one hundred meters, fifty meters, close to the turn of the eye, Ahern is holding his breath waiting for the clashes between the two sides, yet the sports car actually directly crossed this end of the bridge, between turns, a dozen police cars quickly approached the center, blocking the entrance to the bridge.

The sports car drove over the bridge and looked at it. In the snow curtain of Ho Ho Tang Tang Tang, on both sides of the Hudson River is a spectacular night view of New York. Although I am not familiar with New York, my little mother came to see it while shopping with me. Leaving the Washington Bridge, she left the boundaries of downtown New York, and then went to New Jersey.

In the sky, helicopters continue to follow sports cars unyieldingly, flying across broad rivers in the snow and wind.

It's all that's left. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)