On weekdays, Queen Hood Street is always quiet.

Aside from the occasional gang fight, it's like a quiet summer pond without a single wave.

Arms resellers, pimps, drug traffickers, and all sorts of unsightly gray occupations are exceptionally harmonious on this street. Everyone is polite and doing their own business, and no one is nosy.

But today, a bloody whirlwind of death has been set off here.

“shit！”

Pedestrians on the sidewalk cursed as they fled in all directions. However, a few people were unable to dodge, and were hit by a 5.56mm bullet in the front door, and their brains burst and fell backwards to the ground.

Even a decade ago, when gang wars were frequent, few people could have seen such "thrilling" street shootouts, but today, such things are real.

Leaning out of the front window of a dark blue Porsche, a bandit dressed in gray and wearing a clown mask is using an M4A1 carbine and firing at the police car behind him.

Even in a high-speed sports car, the man's marksmanship is still very accurate.

After he poured all the bullets from a magazine onto a police car in the front, the car's scarred engine emitted heavy black smoke while "asthma", and the speed of the car began to slow down rapidly, losing the ability to continue the pursuit.

Although the police are also using pistols to return fire, the firepower of these ordinary patrol officers is not at the same level as that of experienced bandits, and there is a phenomenon of unilateral fire suppression on the high-speed moving battlefield.

"Bang!"

With a loud popping sound, the front tires of another police car were punctured.

Due to the speed and poor road conditions in the slums, the black-and-white striped police car actually soared into the air, and the roof of the car "patted" down into a women's clothing store on the side of the road. The screams of several women suddenly rang out in the store.

"Die, miscellaneous!"

Hawke smiled smugly, and was about to go back to the car to get a few magazines, but just when he turned around, he saw the outline of a red-hulled heavy truck in front of him, which was rapidly expanding his field of vision.

"!"

I saw that the sports car I was riding in was still driving in a straight line. About to be crushed into a "discus" by a truck, Hawke threw his assault rifle directly into the street, slammed into the car and hit the steering wheel to the right.

The eight-wheeled truck blew its horn while passing by Porsche, speeding away in the opposite direction, and the huge body disturbed the airflow next to it, causing the Porsche to deviate slightly.

"Get out of the way! Damn it! ”

In the scolding of Hawke, who regained control of the steering wheel, the Porsche, which had too much steering, drove directly onto the sidewalk, seeing that the passers-by in front of him dodged one after another, and Hawk kept honking his horn.

Of course, he didn't care about the safety of these pedestrians who had nothing to do with him. However, if you hit someone, it will inevitably affect the speed of the car. And in this kind of chase, the reduction in speed is likely to be fatal.

Quickly getting the Porsche back on the street, Hawke finally breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to turn at the intersection in front of him, when he saw two "vans" also dark blue speeding towards him, blocking directly in the middle of the road. The four large white characters on the body seem to glow in the sun:

“swat…… Damn it. Hawke scolded.

It's different from the patrolman chasing after him. SWAT's firepower is much stronger, if you exchange fire with these people. Even if you don't know if you're going to survive!

"What should I do?" Mary in the passenger seat wrung her fingers with some anxiety.

"Aren't you prepared, let's play 'bowling' with them." A hoarse sound came from under Hawke's clown mask.

"Do you really want to do this? But there are a lot of civilians here...... "Mary hesitated.

"Don't talk nonsense, if you want to live, do what I say!" Hawke didn't have time to argue with the woman at all, just increased the speed again.

Dressed in black and wearing a Kevlar helmet, the SWAT officer began to jump from the two cars in the middle of the road, his jet-black MP5 submachine gun shining dangerously in the direct sunlight. At the same time, he raised his gun and aimed at the Porsche sports car speeding in front of him.

Just then, the back door on the left side of the car opened.

"Whoa!"

Under the watchful eyes of the SWAT, a large wooden box was thrown out of the car door by the inertia of the sharp turn, and after smashing to the ground, several "small apples" with dark green shells rolled over the ground.

Subsequently. Another grenade was thrown out of the front window and landed on the ground, joining the other "brothers" who were still rolling on the ground.

Faced with this scene, even these special police officers with rich combat experience were stunned for a moment.

Subsequently, from the mouth of a policeman at the scene, a heartfelt exclamation sounded:

“fu.ck……”

"Boom!"

Sensing that the ground was trembling, Hawk subconsciously clenched the steering wheel, and through the rearview mirror, he could see that the center of the street, where two SWAT vehicles were parked, had turned into a raging sea of fire.

The grenade he got from Lao Chen of the triad this time was really powerful. Seeing this scene of burning hell, Hawke laughed and slowed down slightly.

In this way, the pursuit route of the police behind should have been completely cut off. All you have to do is get out of the helicopter that is about to arrive, and you just need to find an alley to hide in.

The deafening explosion rang out again, and the fire of death lit up in front of the Porsche, and before it had time to brake, the whole car passed through a cloud of flames and hot smoke. Fortunately, they were driving a car, not a motorcycle, otherwise the two would have been burned.

Seeing the heavy fighter in the way of the road ahead, Hawke's eyes almost popped out. He turned on the radio and asked through gritted teeth: "Can you tell me when the police station will be equipped with M1A2 main battle tanks?" ”

"I forgot that today is an open day for a nearby barracks, and there should be a ...... such as a troop equipment display," the black man in charge of the chief planner of the operation said with a hint of guilt in his voice.

"If you can go back alive, Lao Tzu will definitely pick your skin and hang it at the door of the barracks." Hawke scolded. Then he slammed the steering wheel, knocked over a garbage can, and turned straight into the dark alley next to him.

No matter how desperate those soldiers were to fire their guns on the street, they would not dare to directly attack the street buildings that they used as cover. In this way, Hawke finally got some respite.

"Hoo ......"

Even avoiding the deadly war plane in the middle of the road. Still not taking it lightly, Hawke drove forward, turning a corner in the middle of the alley, crushing a man who was pimping under the wheels, and then stopped with a sudden brake.

"Grab the money and the gun, and let's go." He said and immediately opened the car door. Take off the clown mask on your face and throw it on the saddle.

Although the money to throw away such an expensive sports car for a travel bag feels a little worthless. But no one is stupid enough to drive their own car to rob it, and this car was also robbed before the operation, so even if you lose it, there is no shame.

"However, the police are coming after you." Listening to the sirens outside the alley, Mary was still a little worried.

"Just find a place to change clothes, let's hide in this building and change clothes, hurry up!"

Hawke stared anxiously at the mouth of the alley, aiming the black muzzle of the gun in the direction where the police might be looking.

The next action must be carried out against the clock. If you drag it out for a while, you really won't be able to run away when you are surrounded.

"Let's go!"

Realizing the severity of the situation, Mary did not dare to slack off, and immediately got out of the car and opened the back door, grabbed her blood-stained travel bag and two M4s, turned around and left—this woman possessed terrifying strange powers, a power that even Hawke could not match.

The two quickly rushed into the adjacent apartment building and walked up to the second floor. Completed a simple disguise in a dirty hallway. Then he walked out of the door on the other side quickly, carrying his travel bag and blending into the crowd of fleeing people.

No ordinary pedestrian can continue shopping without seeing a tank firing in the street. The tank's move just now provided them with excellent cover.

Passing through the chaotic crowd to another alley next to it, Hawke, who is experienced in car stealing, quickly pried open the door of a broken Ford pickup truck parked in the alley, and then used the "thieves' special lighter method" to start the car. Without saying a word, he immediately reversed and left.

Driving to the Norfolk pier at the intended location, Hawke stopped and lowered the window when he saw a helicopter hovering overhead. Raise your middle finger at the guy who came to pick him up.

Although the process was a little scary, anyway, I finally grabbed something this time, which can be said to be worth the trip.

"This ticket is over, and I plan to go back to my hometown. Go see your fiancée. He said to Mary beside him.

"Hmmm......"

As Mary spoke, there was a sudden ticking of electronic sounds from the travel bag she was holding in her arms.

"What's wrong?"

Hawke, who was about to get out of the car, grabbed the travel bag that had not been opened since he snatched it, and then his eyes widened:

In addition to the money stolen, there was also a small bomb counting down, and it seemed that the bandits wanted to use this bomb to blow open the vault door, but they were interrupted before they could do anything.

At this time, there are only three seconds left in the countdown on the bomb LCD panel!

Before Hawke could say anything, the bomb countdown in front of him reached zero, and—

――――――――――

“……”

Looking at the word "wasted" that only appears on the screen when he dies, and the burning wreckage of the Ford pickup, Zhao Nuo felt speechless.

He has also been on a robbery mission with someone before, but he has completed the task in a decent manner, and this is definitely the first time he has encountered a situation like this one, which is comparable to a Hollywood blockbuster.

――Did you trigger some hidden plot? This seems to be a rare occurrence......

"What's going on, Zhao Nuo?" Xia Xiaoling, who didn't know when she returned to the first floor, made a depressed sound in her mouth, obviously she didn't expect to die so miserably in the robbery mission.

"It's probably an official easter egg."

Zhao Nuo, who played "Hawke", smiled at "Mary", who had just died once.

- Regardless of the outcome, the robbery mission just now was exciting enough, and it was enough for him. (To be continued......)