Atlantic City District, 8:30 PM, the crowded Highway 63, a Ford sedan swiftly weaving through the traffic.
Due to the Ford's excessive speed in overtaking, and its close brushes with other cars several times, many short-tempered drivers grew furious, reaching for their guns to confront the driver of the Ford.
Before these individuals could even shoot, the driver of the Ford, Anthony Soling, pulled out several grenades and threw them out of the car window backwards.
"?!"
"WTF!"
"Holy sh-t!"
The grenades, now on the ground, caused the expressions of all drivers and pedestrians on the road to change drastically, and they instinctively stomped on the brakes and twisted the steering wheels hard, trying to avoid or maneuver around.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Bam—
Crash—
In the next second, a succession of deafening explosions erupted, engulfing the area in smoke and dust. Several cars unable to dodge in time were overturned by the blasts.
Plus, some vehicles at the back couldn't brake in time, leading to consecutive collisions. Suddenly, the road was littered with auto parts and debris, orange flames, shrill screams, curses, and groans resounded and covered the area.
"Perfect."
At the front, inside the Ford, the instigator Anthony Soling, looking through the rearview mirror, witnessed the chaos without a hint of guilt, instead, he cracked a smirk and chuckled.
Leaning back against the chair, Anthony casually wiped his high-end suit which got slightly damaged during a scuffle in the bathroom, took a cigarette, and put it in his mouth, then pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on his eyes, and restarted the car to drive forward.
Anthony did this because he just noticed a car trailing him, so he decided to create some obstacles for the pursuers.
Driving the Ford, continuing to weave through the traffic, Anthony Soling opened the window, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and recalling the fight in the restaurant, he frowned and murmured to himself:
"Those FBI losers, can't believe they found me so quickly this time, really wasn't expecting that, looks like I can't... Fu-k!"
Anthony was cut off mid-sentence, casually glancing in the rearview mirror he cursed loudly, looking shocked and disbelieving, as the SUV had actually caught up again!
Not just Anthony Soling, but those drivers whose cars were flipped by the grenades were also staring, their faces filled with disbelief as they watched the black SUV.
The SUV, like a cheetah on the savannah, didn't slow down at all, dodging through the debris on the road.
Then it passed through the opposite lane, swiftly bypassing the scene of the explosions and consecutive car crashes, scaring a few drivers in the opposing lane, and smashing some debris apart, the SUV almost unscathed and fiercely chased ahead!
"Mother fu-ker!"
"Are these two damned guys racers?!"
"Call the police! Quickly call the police! Let them catch these two racing terrorists!"
Bang bang bang—
At the scene of the consecutive car crashes, some drivers looked on in shock and admiration at the swiftly moving SUV; others furiously pulled out their phones to call the police; some even lifted their guns and fired a volley of bullets aiming at the SUV.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
The rapidly advancing SUV was hit by several bullets in the rear, the driver Luo An ignored those irate fellows behind, his eyes fixed on the Ford sedan ahead, he pressed the transmitter and spoke in a concentrated voice:
"Mona, contact the hospitals in Atlantic City, tell them to send help to the scene behind me!
Also contact the Atlantic City police, have them direct traffic around my the car ahead, to reduce vehicles on the road and prevent more injuries!
Additionally, inform Vincent and the SWAT team, when capturing Anthony Soling, to be extremely cautious, this guy is very dangerous and likely still has grenades!"
"Understood!"
Mona immediately agreed and began to coordinate all parties. Luo An turned off the communicator, steered the SUV around a truck, and pressed the accelerator to the floor again.
Meanwhile, in the Ford sedan ahead, Anthony Soling was uncertain as he saw through the rearview mirror that the SUV had accelerated again:
"Son of a bitch! Where the hell did this FBI come from?!"
While swearing, Anthony Soling took out another grenade, aimed for the SUV's trajectory, and threw it.
The black grenade traced a deadly arc in mid-air. Luo An, without any hesitation, immediately grabbed the Glock 18, stretched his left hand out of the window, aimed at the grenade, and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Boom—
The bullet hit the grenade causing an immediate explosion. Fragments scattered and dust filled the air, a few fragments hit the SUV's windshield creating holes but did not shatter the entire glass. The SUV continued to pursue through the smoke.
"Fuck Jesus's ass!"
Inside the Ford sedan ahead, as Anthony Soling watched this scene through his rearview mirror, his swearing was accompanied by a grave expression.
Although he didn't know who the driver in the SUV was, the other party's driving skills were undoubtedly excellent, and the shooting skills displayed were no less than his own. The fighting abilities of such a person could not be poor either.
These thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, the scorn and disdain that had been in Anthony Soling's eyes disappeared, replaced by seriousness and caution.
Looking up and spotting a large truck loaded with cargo not far ahead, Anthony Soling narrowed his eyes and floored the accelerator to chase after it.
At the same time, in the SUV behind, Luo An drove while loading his waistband with grenades and stun grenades.
It was rude not to return a favor. Luo An had a bad memory; he disliked avenging a wrong done overnight, fearing he'd forget. Anthony Soling had just used two moves on him, and now it was time to return the favor with some "gifts".
Up ahead, Anthony Soling in the Ford sedan swiftly reached the speeding truck's side and drew his gun aiming at the truck's tire.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang Bang Bang—
The next second, two gunshots sounded simultaneously.
The truck's tire was shattered by bullets, and the high-speed truck immediately swerved uncontrollably, despite the driver's efforts to maintain direction, the entire truck eventually tipped over to the left.
A fully-loaded truck tipping over at high speed is always a terrifying event. In the Ford sedan, it felt as if a massive, shadowy figure was crushing down on them.
At that moment, fear completely overtook Anthony Soling's face, not because of the truck's tip-over, but because his rear tire had also been blown!
Those two gunshots a moment ago; one was Anthony Soling breaking the truck's tire, the other was Luo An shooting the Ford sedan's tire.
In Anthony Soling's plan, he would blow the truck's tire, then speed away before the truck tipped over, allowing the sprawling truck to crush the SUV, after which he would return and use a grenade to finish off the guy in the SUV!
But he never expected that the guy in the SUV would fire simultaneously, shattering the Ford sedan's tire! Preventing him from rapidly accelerating away from the scene!
"*#%￥..."
Watching the oppressive dark shadow of the tipping truck press down towards him, Anthony Soling's pupils dilated, his mouth filled with curses, as he quickly decided to abandon the Ford sedan, kicked open the door, and leapt out.
Thud thud thud—
Jumping from the moving vehicle, Anthony Soling rolled several times on the ground, his sunglasses flying off who knows where.
Boom—
The next second, a deafening sound erupted as the truck tipped over, crushing the Ford sedan into a pancake.
Lying on the ground, Anthony Soling gasped for air, quickly turned his head, only to see the SUV, unslowed, charging straight at him!
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