Looking at the police cars that surrounded him from all directions, the military assassin did not dare to stay for a moment. Anxious like a lost dog, panicked, only know to keep moving forward, driving forward, only by constantly moving away from these trailing flies, they have a glimmer of hope for life.

Both of them knew that if they were caught by the Fuso police, their fake identities would soon be revealed, and spies would not be liked by any country in this world. When the time comes, it is a question whether the state will admit their existence, let alone want to escape lightly.

"Quick, don't go to a place with a lot of cars, in case you get blocked, it'll be over." Nighthawk anxiously said to the Thorn, "Turn left ahead, they are now driving us, rush to the place where they have a lot of cars, don't follow their rhythm." ”

Nighthawk kept pointing the way ahead, back and forth causing the thorns to change direction.

Now he knew that he had fallen into a trap that had been set up for a long time, and if he was still following the normal beat, if you dodged away as soon as the police car came, he would be caught up by them sooner or later.

Nighthawk's tactical thinking quickly rushed out, and his instinct told him that only by breaking through the obstacles could he have a chance of survival.

The military assassin didn't think twice, he didn't have time to think, Nighthawk said to turn left, and he immediately turned the steering wheel to the left to the end.

The two oncoming police cars were startled, and before they could react, the military stabbing car had already rushed through the gap between them, and the sound of friction between the bodies made people feel sore.

"Quick, everyone has turned around, the suspect has broken through the encirclement, and the helicopter is quickly supporting." Suzuki shouted loudly with a walkie-talkie in his hand, and at the same time desperately followed behind the stabbing car with the steering wheel.

They had already been informed by Oninomaru that the man in the black Honda sedan was going to assassinate Matsumoto. Although he didn't know how Oninomaru knew, but since they got the information, they had to arrest people, not to mention that the car was still running non-stop, and there were no ghosts.

The speed of the car was very fast, and a tall overpass appeared in front of it, and the overpass extended in all directions, like a giant dragon hovering in the city. Bow your head and lower your eyes, and smile at the vicissitudes of the busy world.

Nighthawk watched the car rush straight towards the bridge, his face changed greatly, and he shouted, "Don't go to the bridge, they will block the intersection." After a pause, he saw a green belt of shrubs at the bottom of the bridge, with relatively low plants, and a road at one end, which extended more places.

Nighthawk hurriedly poked his hand in the direction, and shouted urgently: "Drive up, go through it, get to that road, quick." ”

The army stabbed the steering wheel to death, and the car roared onto the green belt. There was a fierce friction between the chassis and the curb edge, and the nearby lines where the sparks splashed were taken aback, and they shouted to scatter to avoid it, lest they would be hit by the fish pond if they couldn't avoid it.

The police car that followed closely behind also drove up, and suddenly, the tire burst with a bang.

Affected by the effect of inertia, like a kite with a broken line smashed into the circle across the road, the car behind braked urgently, but the one behind did not know what was going on in front, and collided together one after another, making an earth-shattering loud noise. Bloodied police officers scrambled out of their cars. They don't want to wait for the car to explode and turn into a roast chicken.

The army stabbed over the bush, rotated his hands hard, and slammed the front of the car, and the body rotated 180 degrees, and turned onto the main road.

The car that suddenly appeared, scared the car behind slammed the steering wheel to dodge, and it was able to avoid the danger of rear-end collision, but the car behind was not so lucky. So after the army stabbed them onto the road, a series of collisions suddenly occurred. Through the rearview mirror, the military stab is very enjoyable, and it is much cooler than playing game consoles.

Taking advantage of the traffic jam behind him and the pursuing policemen trapped on the other side, the military spur plunged headlong into the endless traffic in front of him.

Suzuki slammed the steering wheel, and the car turned around and drove in the opposite direction along the road.

The oncoming vehicles were frightened and saw the speeding police car, and they dodged in both directions. Suzuki sped up violently, and the car flew straight out, like a sharp arrow breaking through the air on the road, vowing to penetrate a qiē barrier and chase after the Nighthawks.

"The suspect has changed direction and all the teams are in quick pursuit." Suzuki shouted over the intercom as he struck down hard and turned behind Nighthawk from the fork in the road.

Along the way, he only cared about playing the steering wheel, and Suzuki, who had never driven a car like this, felt extremely excited. I didn't expect to chase a prisoner, and I was fortunate enough to experience the feeling of speeding a car.

Nighthawk looked back behind him, and three more police cars followed, flashing and dazzling police lights, whistling after their broken Honda. Looking at the undying posture, Nighthawk's heart was spinning in a hurry.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and there were always 10,000 people beating the broken drum. Suddenly, a helicopter appeared as if out of thin air, descending from the sky with the breath of death, blocking 200 meters ahead without warning. The plane was oblique, and a policeman in the hatch was aiming at them with an automatic rifle.

As soon as the military thorn opened its mouth in surprise, a string of bullets had already been shot over, like pouring beans, and it didn't stop for half a day to splash out.

The bullet hit the front of the car to the car glass hard, and the impact point was tight, and it was obvious that the shot was also a good hand.

With a snap, a bullet hit the front windshield, and the glass was blown open by the surging air current, and the eyes were suddenly blurred, and nothing could be seen clearly.

The stabbing stabbed to the left and killed the steering wheel, and the car turned into a small lane on the left, temporarily dodging the helicopter fire, and Nighthawk held on to the cushion and kicked off the windshield in front of the car. The world instantly returned to their eyes, and they couldn't help but let the military thorn exhale deeply.

Suzuki, who was behind, saw the Nighthawk who turned into the alley, followed the car and quickly turned the direction at the same time, and chased after him. Suddenly, a violent impact shattered the entire buttocks behind his body, the impact was too great, and the inertia flew out sideways with the body, and rolled on the ground several times before stopping.

Suzuki, whose head hit the steering wheel and was in pain, touched his head and squinted ahead with grinned teeth.

A deformed car with the front of the car crashed all the way through three police cars, including him, and at this moment had turned into the lane to chase the Nighthawk and them.

"Eight grid tooth road, there is actually another one." Annoyed, Suzuki ignored the pain and quickly started the car that had been hit and turned off to chase it again. But he forgot that now he was overturned to the ground, and the wheels could not be lifted in heaven. After starting for a long time without seeing a response, in the end, under the reminder of his subordinates, he climbed out of the car. got into another police car and bit Nighthawk's tail and chased after him.

Monroe quickly bypassed the helicopter and chased after Nighthawk, looking in the rearview mirror with a gloomy face, and several police cars were chasing after him. Busy saying to the radio: "Yes, the target of our car is too big, and we must leave this moving target." Nighthawk heard Monroe's voice, looked back at Monroe who came up, and smiled gratefully: "We stop at the subway entrance in front, you continue to move forward, find a crowded place to get off, see you at the bar." "Okay." Monroe smiled softly over the radio.

The military assassin reminded uneasily: "You have to be careful, I'll wait for you to go back." ”

Monroe didn't answer, but even the Nighthawk sitting on the side could feel that Monroe must be full of joy on the other side of the radio.

The car squeaked to a halt at the entrance to the subway. Nighthawk and Thorn hurriedly got out of the car, and just as Monroe sped past them, as if he had reached out to say hello to them, but the speed was too fast to tell the difference.

"Let's go, get off the subway." Nighthawk whispered to the Thorn. Their car is so broken that it has already attracted the attention of many pedestrians. Nighthawk pulled the spur and ran into the subway in a panic, not daring to stop for half a minute.

"A suspect vehicle has been found parked at subway entrance No. 4, please provide immediate support." Almost as soon as Nighthawk and the others entered the subway entrance, the helicopter had already circled to the upper entrance, and immediately sent a message. Soon, a team of police cars drove here. Seeing that there was only one broken car parked here, Suzuki immediately shouted on the walkie-talkie: "There is still a suspect vehicle on the run, and the helicopter will expand the search area and search the whole city." ”

"Roger, Roger." A reply came over the intercom immediately.

Suzuki Tetsu blushed, turned to the more and more police officers who came to the scene, and said: "Block all the exits of the subway, notify the platform below, and immediately intercept suspicious people if they are found, pay attention, it is two Vietnamese men." ”

"Yes," the policeman roared.

"The rest of the people are chasing me." Suzuki waved his hand and ran into the subway station.

Nighthawk, running into the subway station, slowed down with a thorn. There were a lot of pedestrians in the station, and everyone was busy and busy, and they didn't have the leisure to pay attention to their two inconspicuous strangers. Nighthawk wanted to blend in with the crowd and leave quickly.

Soon they arrived at the entrance of the subway, and four policemen walked towards them, observing the surrounding passers-by from time to time.

Suddenly, seeing the nighthawk dressed in black, they immediately spoke softly into the walkie-talkie, and walked quickly towards the two of them in an encircled posture.

"You two, stand still and don't move, if you hear it, it's you, squatting down with your hands in your hands." The policeman suddenly pulled out his pistol and shouted at Nighthawk and Thorn, his muscles twitching, but he was more nervous than Nighthawk who was pointed at gunpoint.

Nighthawk winked at the army, and the two slowly raised their hands.

The police slowly approached them, moving one step at a time, but the body holding the gun was no longer as alert as it had just been.

Suddenly, Nighthawk and Spur twisted their bodies almost at the same time, and incredibly only twisted their upper bodies, not moving their feet at all, and at the same time grabbed the hand of the policeman next to him who was holding the gun.

A beautiful grappler snatched their guns from their hands, and Nighthawk threw a short punch into the policeman's stomach, and before the next man could shoot, he kicked the next man in the leg. A backhand hook quickly knocked out another cop.

He clasped the unlucky guy screaming in his hand with both hands, and his body exerted force, dragging the policeman was a beautiful back fall, clean and neat, and he put down the two policemen in an instant.

The stabbing over there was also sharp, and the gun he grabbed was smashed in the face of the policeman next to him, and the guy who hurt couldn't care much, squatting down and covering his bloody nose and screaming.

With the force of his hand, the entire arm of the policeman who was held by the backhand was removed, and he was almost unconscious in pain.

Without waiting for him to cry out in pain, the stab kicked him away, turned around and made another beautiful roundhouse kick, kicking the policeman who was still howling just now, and was about to stand up to help his companion to the ground, and never moved again.

"Take off your coat and go quickly" Nighthawk took off his coat and quickly disappeared into the crowd of onlookers.

They did not enter the subway station because they had seen a large number of police officers approaching with guns from a distance.

Nighthawk turned and threw the men's coats into the bin, and walked with the Thorn towards the subway tracks.

After a few steps off the track and running forward, a door suddenly appeared next to him, and Nighthawk stepped forward and kicked it open. The two quickly disappeared into the subway. Soon, Suzuki, who arrived in a hurry, looked at the subway that could no longer find a trace, stomped hard, raised his hands helplessly, and roared at the sky.

Monroe didn't drive far before she saw a huge square, behind the square was a continuous stretch of office buildings, pedestrians came and went seemed very lively, and the roadside café was simple and promising.

She pulled over, threw away her car keys, and walked slowly to the square.

There were constantly nervous-looking policemen hurrying by, but no one stopped to check on her seriously, maybe the policemen would not have thought that such a beautiful beauty would have anything to do with the suspect.

Monroe walked into the elevator with her willow waist swinging, looking proudly at the busy policemen outside, spinning around like a headless fly, but she couldn't even notice herself beside her.

Suddenly, her eyes went black, and her body collapsed limply, and she was caught by a big man in black behind her. Another man in black pressed the elevator to the bottom of the building, and the two glanced at each other, a casual smile on the corner of their mouths.