Chapter 361: The End of the Gunfight (Please Collect, Recommend, and Vote for the Monthly Version) 4500 Words, Please Recommend!

"Let me ask you, what happened to your sister? Why are those Haitians chasing her so desperately?"

After the original Ferrari was smashed, Kai immediately requisitioned a car from the side. This is downtown Chicago, and there are really many good cars. →As for the original owner of the car...it's just that he was too high-profile and drove a luxury car on the street for no reason. Besides, their losses were not big, and the police station would pay for them.

After getting in the car, Kai immediately asked Marcus what happened to his sister. Why did she get involved with Tapia? And why did those Haitians chase her like crazy?

The Haitians were very reckless, but they were not stupid. They knew that there were police behind them, but they still chased Sydney. That only showed one thing, Sydney must have something they couldn't give up. In view of the previous situation, Kai guessed that Sydney was probably carrying a large amount of cash. As for the amount of cash, just looking at the Haitians' appearance, it was definitely an astronomical figure. But there is a problem. Sydney is driving a Chevrolet SUV equinox.

The space of SUV is indeed not small, but if it is cash, it can't hold much, at most a few million. Will these Haitians risk their lives for a few million? Obviously not...

Why is that?

"How should I know? She is just a civilian! I thought she had already returned to Miami!"

Indeed, Sydney had said 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, more than a dozen cars with sirens suddenly jumped out from the intersections on both sides. These cars did not have police car paint, but since the sirens were sounded, it meant that the people in the car must be police.

"Who are they? Our people?"

The Chicago Police Department did make preparations, but the problem is that there is no reason for the Chicago Police's police car to not have police car paint.

Marcus turned his head and looked back, and found that their car was followed by their Chicago Police Department police car. "Our people are all behind! They are not our people!"

This group of unidentified people who suddenly joined in the pursuit were more aggressive than the Chicago police, and they chased the commercial vehicle transport truck without hesitation. "Call and find out who they are? Why are they here?"

Marcus immediately dropped the machine gun in his hand and took out his mobile phone. He just turned on his mobile phone and was about to dial when he saw that on the transport truck in front of him, several Haitians were throwing cars off the truck. It is indeed a bit exaggerated to say that they were throwing them off. They just untied the chains that fixed the cars on the transport truck and let the cars on the truck fall directly from the truck.

However, the consequences were no different from throwing them off.

Those cars immediately became the dead weight of the transport truck and the cars, and immediately made those cars become bombs that detonated the road. After those cars fell from the truck, they either hit the car behind directly, or rotated and rolled directly into large moving roadblocks, causing a series of car accidents. Even three cars with sirens on were involved in the accident, and one of them exploded directly...

"Holy shit!" Marcus held his head with his eyes wide open. I think... Theresa will go crazy when she sees this scene!"

The Chicago Police Department is afraid of the current situation. Civilian injuries, property damage, various car speeding, gun battles, and now the death of police officers are enough for Theresa and the corresponding leaders to give a report of more than 100 pages... This does not include the accountability of public opinion, the questioning of the Chicago City Council and the State Assembly... In short, Marcus can already imagine Theresa's expression...

"Hold on! "At this moment, something happened in front of us. I don't know whether it was intentional or not. The Haitians only untied half of the chain of a car, and then threw the car off the truck, letting the truck drag the car, turning it into a large meteor hammer, constantly sweeping left and right on the road, knocking out the cars behind the truck.

The two cars with sirens that were chasing the truck were knocked out by the "meteor hammer". One of them rolled on the road because of the high speed, and just hit Kai and the others!

Faced with this situation, Kai could only speed up and rush through the gap!

"Madfak!" Looking at the car getting closer and closer, Marcus spit out the American national curse. "Did you see it? Did you see it? That car almost smashed my head!"

"Shut up! Come and grab the steering wheel! "Kai finally couldn't help it. He wasn't afraid of the big scene those Haitians would create. It was just that Marcus was too annoying. From the beginning, this guy never stopped for a moment!

The 'meteor hammer' in front was too troublesome. He had to solve this problem. He needed Marcus to shut up and help him drive!

Marcus didn't quite understand what Kai was going to do at first. But he subconsciously held the steering wheel. As a result, as soon as he held the steering wheel, he saw Kai smash his car window with his elbow, then stood up from the seat, and half of his body stretched out of the car!

"Are you crazy? ? ! ! Are you going to die?"

Kai ignored him at all, but pulled out his magic-modified Desert Eagle and aimed at the chain that was dragging the car!

Bang!

There was a loud gunshot, and with a bang, the chain was shorter, and the 'meteor hammer' was finally released!

But due to the huge inertia, the car actually jumped and flew up.

Kai immediately retreated into the car, stepped on the accelerator again, and pulled the engine to 7000 rpm. The car accelerated again like an arrow from a string.

When the engine reached 7000 rpm, the sound disappeared and everything lost its 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 always thought that he was a little prince of racing. He thought that if his mother hadn't pulled him back to school from the racetrack by his ears in time, he might have become the world's first black F1 champion.

But until today, he knew that his previous youthful frivolity was really youthful frivolity... There is a much more ruthless character than him.

When Kai ran the engine to 7000 rpm, when he saw the car that was crashing towards them, he really felt that everything was still, the machine became light as nothing, everything disappeared in front of his eyes, and only the body was shuttled through time and space... Well, Marcus certainly couldn't think of such a pretentious word, but the general meaning was this.

At that moment, he really felt that he was going to die. His heartbeat had begun to stop, and he felt that the pressure brought by the acceleration made him unable to breathe.

He had begun to think about his last words, but unfortunately, he seemed unable to say them, because once he hit, he would definitely be smashed into a meat pie.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

But things are always unexpected, and Marcus just watched the rolling car fly over their heads.

"Fuck fuck fuck, f~~~~~~kkkkkkkkk!!!"

These were the only words Marcus could shout out.

It was so fucking exciting!

"Ahhh, did you see it? Did you see it? It flipped over, the damn car flipped over! It flipped over my head!!!" Marcus kept repeating this at a very fast speed, as if he was rapping. It has always been said that rap is a racial talent of black people, and it seems that this is not groundless.

"Yeah, it flew over." Kai seemed very calm. This is the advantage of super dynamic vision. Kai calculated from the beginning that they could pass through.

But Marcus was still excited. "Fuck, it almost hit my head!"

"Wait! What is that? A yacht?!!!"

Marcus just calmed down his heart that was about to explode, and saw an even more terrifying scene. A yacht actually appeared on the road.

"Why the hell is there a yacht on the road?!!!"

It turned out that just now, the Haitians chased Sydney through an intersection, and a heavy truck towing a yacht about 15 meters long passed by, and then the Haitian truck hit it...

Now Kai is sure that the strange liquids that the Haitians drank before leaving must have been mixed with drugs. Otherwise, the bastard driving the car would definitely not be such a bastard.

The 12-meter yacht basically blocked more than half of the entire road... This is thanks to the wide road, otherwise they would all be finished!

While cursing in his heart, Kai used the trick of the Akina Mountain God of Cars, turning the gutter! He brushed the guardrail on the side of the road and passed by the side of the yacht. The vehicles behind Kai were not so lucky. A police car was hit by the rolling yacht, and then... boom!

It exploded.

However, because of this, the Haitians' truck finally stopped. It seemed that their transmission had problems in the collision just now. The truck was getting slower and slower, and finally stopped in the middle of the road. The group of Haitians was really fierce. After knowing that they could not escape, they simply turned the truck sideways, directly blocking the entire road, and then opened fire on the spot and fought with the police who came.

Seeing the Haitians stop, Marcus breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, I don't have to ride in Kai's car anymore!

Marcus swore that he would never ride in Kai's car again in this life! Even if there was no car accident, he was afraid that his heart would not be able to bear it. It was too reckless. Others were at most heroic when catching thieves, but Kai was like this, totally reckless!

He still had a wife and children to support. If he died in the line of duty, it would be a big loss, so saving his life was important.

Marcus even felt that it was a happy thing to have a gunfight with the Haitians now.

Soon, Kai led the Chicago police and a group of armed personnel with DEA ​​logos to fight the Haitians.

"DEA? Why are they here?" Kai asked Matthew who had just arrived while shooting down a yellow-haired Haitian.

"Just now, the headquarters received news that the DEA has also set its sights on Tapia's money. They disguised themselves as a money laundering group to help Tapia launder money. The people who sent money to Tapia this time were from the DEA." Matthew whispered to Kai. This is a secret, and not many people know about it.

Kai looked over with a surprised look.

Matthew nodded affirmatively.

"Damn, this is too damn coincidental."

...

More and more police gathered, and there were only a dozen Haitians, so naturally they couldn't make any waves. They were all shot dead, and none of the Haitians surrendered. At first, the police thought that the Haitians were all tough guys, but when they were cleaning up the bodies, they found that the witch Platt, the boss of the Haitian gang, was missing. Combined with the Haitians' desperate actions 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 surrounded, but no one saw how Platt escaped.

Just as a group of police officers kept informing various units of Platt's escape, Kai leaned against the railing on the side of the road with a smile on his face.

It turned out that three kilometers away from the scene, Platt, wearing Haitian yellow traditional clothes, was fleeing in a panic. At this moment, she was like an ordinary black old lady, staggering forward, and constantly looking back, as if she saw something terrible chasing her.

This is indeed the case.

Not far behind her, a man in a well-dressed three-piece suit was following her step by step. His pace was obviously not fast, just like taking a walk. But Platt could not 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 wore a pair of white gloves on his hands, and between his hands, he was playing with a black non-reflective dagger.

Platt tried every method she knew, but couldn't stay away from this man.

Platt is a witch, this is not a joke, she is indeed a witch, a voodoo witch. Her real name is Mary Love. This name is very famous in the United States, especially among black people who believe in voodoo.

But it is not her who really makes this name famous, but her mother Mary Love. Well, I wrote it correctly, his mother and her have the same name.

The Voodoo Queen of New Orleans.

This is the name of her mother before she died.

In the 19th century, when her mother was at her most glorious, she basically controlled the entire underground world of New Orleans. At that time, every homicide and accidental death in New Orleans seemed to have some mysterious connection with Mary Love. But the law couldn't do anything to her. She had been in and out of court many times, and had countless lawsuits, but she never lost. She went to the prison to visit death row prisoners as easily as going in and out of the house.

But when her mother died of mysterious reasons at the age of 130, Mary Love failed to inherit her mother's career. Her talent was not as good as her mother's, and her magic power was even more different. In addition, the church began to encircle them at that time, so Mary Love fled to Haiti and practiced in Haiti, the holy land of voodoo.

Until the 21st century, she felt that 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 Mary Love unprecedented enjoyment, making her never want to return to the poor place of Haiti. She originally thought that she could make a good living in modern society by relying on her voodoo skills, so she took her followers to take root in Chicago and formed the Haitian Gang.

This was indeed the case at the beginning.

Until she met Kingpin!

Strictly speaking, Mary Love had never seen Kingpin. She only met Kingpin's men, and she was hit. She found that her witchcraft was not a match for those superpowers at all. So Marie Love decisively surrendered to Kingpin.

The reason why Marie Love wanted to attack Tapia this time was because of Kingpin's order.

But she didn't expect that she would encounter an enemy that witchcraft could not solve again in this operation.

She missed the rain forest in Haiti.

She had asked her followers to stop the police desperately before she used witchcraft to escape from the scene, but she didn't expect that she would run into this man before she ran far. The man wanted to kill her, Marie Love was sure of this, so she took the initiative to attack, but her witchcraft had no effect in front of this man, and she was chased by this man.

Finally, Marie Love couldn't run anymore,

"Madam, what do you think? Do you want to run? 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.

Marie Love was desperate.