After the communication with the G41 was interrupted, Patrick heard the footsteps echoing through the empty space.

"Hurry up, leave the people of the Free Country, let's get out of here quickly!"

Systematic analysis of the voiceprint coincides with the registered Owen Aksimov.

Two orange lights lit up in a corner of the darkness, and after watching Owen and his bodyguards get in the car and drive out of the basement, Patrick also started his car, a gray mountain bike.

With both hands spinning the grips, the roar of the engine reverberates throughout the underground parking lot. As soon as he kicked his foot on the ground, the motorcycle rushed out, flicked its tail and swerved, chasing Owen's motorcade.

The convoy and mountain bikes drove through the dusty road for a while, turning onto a highway that stretched for miles, with only a handful of entrances and exits before reaching their destination. Patrick didn't know why he wanted to build a world-class road bridge in the middle of the desert, what he understood was that it was an excellent location for a chase.

Even if the other party gets off the bridge at the first entrance, there is nowhere to escape, because there is only one way to go after getting off the bridge.

The mountain bike's speed was mentioned at its highest speed, catching up with Owen's convoy. In the rearview mirror of the luxurious black sedan, a man in white wearing a skull mask is hunched over, his coat swinging and flying with the air current, like a skeletal knight seeking his prey.

The sedan at the end wanted to move in front of Patrick and block his way. Patrick raised his pistol in his right hand, sideways slightly below eye level, pulled the trigger, and the .50 caliber pistol bullet cut through the airflow, shattering the glass on the side of the driver's seat diagonally, hitting the driver.

The out-of-control sedan swerved to the right, crashed into the concrete fence and flipped into the air, crushing the baffle on the fence and falling into the endless desert.

With two cars left, the first sedan shifted sideways to give way to Owen's car, slowing down to stop Patrick. The windows of the sedan were knocked down, and except for the driver's seat, black-clad bodyguards leaned out and shot at Patrick with automatic rifles or submachine guns.

Faced with enemy fire, Patrick twisted the front of his mountain bike, swerved to the right, and crossed two lanes into the rightmost lane. He then turned back and accelerated sharply to dodge to the right side of a truck. Due to the presence of a behemoth in the middle, the bodyguard in the sedan temporarily lost Patrick's vision, so he had to continue on his way, waiting for him to rush out.

Patrick left his grip with his left hand, pulled the Valkyrie grenade launcher from the holster, aimed it down to the left front, and fired the grenade out when the mountain bike was level with the truck.

The grenade crossed a parabola, landed on the bridge deck, and immediately exploded. The enemy's sedan drove right by, the grenade got under the car, blew it up directly, and after flipping 180 degrees forward, the sedan was perfectly on all fours.

Patrick rotated the lever-mounted launcher, removed the cartridge case, and inserted the launcher back into the holster on the left. The bodyguard's pinning down allowed Owen to pull a lot of distance, and Patrick chased him at full speed for a little more time before catching up with him.

Just as he was about to stop Owen, the bridge deck ahead of him suddenly widened a lane, and a military SUV parked there started ahead of time and joined them in the chase.

The bridge deck quickly retracted back to its original shape, but the military SUV was still following Patrick, and the minigun on its roof had begun to turn.

"Why are there self-defense forces everywhere?"

"Well, for though the country is relatively stable, it is at best a desert full of robbers, outlaws, and outlaws," explained the madman, "and the power of management and punishment requires the strength of the army to be sufficient, so it is normal to see the patrolling self-defense forces when there is nothing to do." ”

If you think about it a little, the feasibility of carrying out a robbery on a long highway bridge exists, and it is no wonder that Sevitan set up such a place to stop vehicles in order to allow the Self-Defense Forces to detect criminal activity and crack down on criminals in the first place.

"It's normal for a terrorist attack like mine?" Patrick said his actions were "crazy."

"That's right. ”

"It's an incredible country. ”

"Haha! We're not qualified to talk about anyone else!"

However, this was not the time for a leisurely chat, as the miniguns fired heavily at him, even if there were civilians in Patrick's vicinity. It's not a way to hide like this, sooner or later you'll hit this difficult guy, and the distance between you and Owen will get bigger and bigger.

Patrick approached Owen's sedan at full speed and came behind it. The Turbogun stopped firing and instead saw a man emerge from the window and stop him with a more accurate automatic rifle.

Patrick, of course, didn't give the man a chance, picked up the pistol and fired three shots, and through the rearview he saw the man fall off the buggy.

The stubborn SDF did not give up, and the machine gunner of the SUV took the shotgun handed to him by his companion and gave the chamber a round of ammunition. The SUV picks up speed and tries to get close to Patrick, who is following Owen, and tackles him with a shotgun at close range.

Patrick misses the two remaining pistol bullets and misses the Heavy, so he has to find another way. He glanced at the SUV approaching from behind and put the pistol back in the right holster. He then reached behind his back and removed the remote-controlled explosives from his backpack. He attached the explosives to the side of the motorcycle shell and then pressed his right hand against the end of the seat.

Seeing that the off-road vehicle had chased enough distance and the gunman on the roof of the car also raised his shotgun to aim at him, Patrick suddenly kicked the pedal, pushed his body away from the motorcycle with both hands, and jumped up from the motorcycle, the exoskeleton's thrusters spewed flames, helping him to rise and prolong the time in the air.

Patrick's right hand left the seat, but the sharp object in his fingertips was fixed to it, so that five imperceptible wires were stretched from his fingertips. His right hand stopped releasing the wire, and the motorcycle that was about to fall was pulled when he lost his balance, and then Patrick pulled his right hand to his chest, and the motorcycle pressed against the floor, rubbing sparks and sliding towards the SUV.

The explosives carrier of the motorcycle slammed into the front of the SUV, and Patrick detonated the explosives and a shocking ball of fire rose over the road bridge.

While defeating the pursuers, the exoskeleton's thrusters have also reached the limit of a single shot. Patrick reached out with his left hand, fired the wire at Owen's car, fastened it to the roof, and pulled his left hand back to pull the wire back onto the roof.

All that's left is to hijack the car and let him have a good "talk" with Owen.

Patrick was busy stabilizing his center of gravity, and the sedan pulled up the exit from the highway bridge, slowly turned and descended, and came into the desert.

There is almost no wind in the desert, and the yellowish sand reflects the direct sunlight, and both light and heat reach a peak.

Patrick knelt on one knee on the roof of the car, his upper body erected, ready to invade the car. At this time, he found that he was followed by a patrol car of the Self-Defense Forces, which was very maneuverable, and could only carry two people with the driver, and was a vehicle dedicated to patrol tasks.

The only stalker was the driver, who was indistinguishable from other SDF soldiers, wearing a military helmet and lightweight armor with a glass visor that was opaque and impossible to see. He didn't attack Patrick with a gun with one free hand, he just followed behind.

Seeing that the stalker was not threatening, Patrick ignored it. But when he scanned the inside of the car, his eyes were visibly flickered by something.

Patrick looked up slightly and saw the roof of a roadside gas station flickering in the distance. He realized that it was caused by the reflection of sunlight by the mirror.

The instinct to deal with danger caused him to turn slightly sideways, and then he felt a strong impact on his right shoulder. As soon as the blood poured out of the wound and the pain began to take hold, a second bullet followed. Patrick's chest was pierced, his ribs likely broken twice, and the impact knocked him off the roof of the car, rolling off the road onto the sand and flipping several times.

Although this did not kill Patrick, his vision was blurred for a while. Mortally wounded, he could only lie motionless on the sand, watching Owen fly away.

The self-defense soldiers who were following him stopped, got off the station and stared at him on the side of the road for a long time, then left without doing anything.

Patrick wiped a handful of sand from his face, and when he looked up, the sand was mixed with blood, releasing the smell of dust and iron blood.

"Ahh......h What's wrong, Patrick?"

"The self-defense forces just now...... No, it's my delusion. ”

He lay in place, waiting for the AED system to heal his body.