On the outskirts of the city, thousands of motorcyclists are ready to go, as if on a sacred mission.

At the head was a man whose face was covered in scars and could not be seen to be aged, smoking a thick cigar and his eyes were fierce and cruel.

He took out his phone, checked the time again, and put it back again.

The thumb and forefinger of his right hand grasped the cigar and took a deep breath, looking satisfied and intoxicated.

Two smoke dragons erupted from his nostrils, and he reluctantly threw the unfinished cigar on the ground.

"Brothers, we have waited for this day for so long that we have almost forgotten who we are!

We never ask for forgiveness! Nor do I hope for salvation!

There's only one thing we look forward to! ”

Everyone shouted in unison: "Revenge! ”

The air of frenzy is contagious to all.

The leading man looked at the brightly lit city center, his expression became determined, and two words came out of his mouth: "Go!" ”

A different long line of teams set in motion in an instant, flooding the entire city like a flood.

On the overpass in Brooklyn, Monro stepped on the accelerator of the Dodge pickup.

The engine of this private car roared, and the speed was almost at the limit!

But it's always followed by a sports car!

Li Meng chose a modified Ferrari sports car.

Trying to catch up with the pickup truck in front of you is just a breeze.

But he didn't do it, but wanted to put as much pressure on the other party as possible.

If he could, he planned to let the other party die in a car accident.

Now he is not in good shape, although the previous wound did not hurt the vital point.

But the massive blood loss and broken muscles made him less powerful and faster than before.

One Park Dong-seok almost overturned the car, and in the end, this guy who can't figure out the way is afraid that it won't be easy.

If he could, he wanted to solve the other party in the safest way possible.

Like falling off a viaduct?

He compared the height of the viaduct from the car window, about seven or eight meters, and it was probably difficult for the gods to save him from falling from here.

After making up his mind, he sped up to level with his opponent and hit them with the side of his body.

He kept forcing the other party to speed up just for this moment!

Monroma, who had no experience in drag racing, panicked, trying to crash back and dodge the impact of the other party.

In a hurry, at the corner, the pickup truck rushed out of the viaduct.

Munro, who was sitting in the car, stared at him in horror, his eyes widened in horror, as if he could see himself being crushed into a meatloaf.

However, he was very lucky not to die this time.

He rushed out of this viaduct, and there was another viaduct underneath.

He was lucky enough to fall on the bridge deck and did not fall to his death.

Li Meng watched the pickup truck in front of him rush down the viaduct, he immediately braked to slow down, and slowly stopped on the side of the road.

Get out of the car and go to the side of the viaduct to make sure if the other person is dead.

But unfortunately, he only saw the back of a vanished pickup truck.

What your mother's shit luck! Li Meng slammed the railing of the viaduct hard.

It seems that it is impossible to kill him this time, so I can only find another chance.

Monro, who was sitting in the pickup truck, almost laughed crookedly, he was lucky to go against the sky, but he didn't die and got rid of the bastard.

Meizizi, Meizizi!

Monro opened the window, stretched out his left hand, and gave a middle finger to Li Meng in the back!

Convex ('0 ́) convex, it's 100 years early to catch your uncle!

The borough of Manhattan has been armed into a fortress of war.

Barricades were set up at the intersections of the streets connecting with other urban areas, and machine guns were erected.

There are also snipers on standby on the upper floors of the building, always on guard against the onslaught of the mob.

A convoy of trains came from a distance. The people in the barricades immediately became alert.

They set up machine guns, pulled up barricades, and guarded the other side from forcing their way through.

Luckily, the major in charge of defending the checkpoint recognized the license plate of the head vehicle.

And the other party had no intention of breaking through, so he lowered his speed and rolled down the window.

The major walked out of his duty room and came to the convoy.

"Hello, please show your ID and customs clearance warrant!" After saluting the people in the car, he politely asked to check the documents.

He looked into the car and saw a middle-aged man with brown hair in a modest suit.

Years of pampering have made his body a little out of shape, but the sharpness between his eyes makes people ignore his appearance.

The driver handed all the documents to the major outside. After the other party checked it, he checked the people in the car.

"Mr. Cice, do you have anything to do with Lord Andrew?" Although the other party was a noble warden, the major still dutifully asked a few more questions.

"Your Excellency Andrew wants to ask about this Freedom Day, the contents of which you have no right to know." Cisse's sharp, eagle-like eyes fixed on the Major's face, making him nervous.

"I lost my word, sorry sir." Although it was a little strange that the other party had suddenly arrived, the major immediately ordered his men to pull the barricade open and let the convoy enter.

After the convoy passed by, he wanted to call and report to his superiors, but after thinking about it, he put down the phone he picked up, and only recorded the people and vehicles that entered.

The phone rang soon in Andrew's villa, and the secretary picked up the phone, and after a brief conversation, he walked two quick steps and came to Andrew, who had changed into a nightgown.

Everyone else has already gone back, and Andrew is in a bad mood today and is ready to go to bed early.

"Sir, there is something that Warden Cisse would like to explain to you personally." She respectfully picked up the phone.

Andrew frowned, he was not young anymore, and the quality of his sleep was not good, so he hated being disturbed while sleeping.

"Cisse, is there anything you can't say tomorrow? I'm going to sleep. He picked up the phone a little impatiently, wanting to send the other party away as soon as possible.

"Your Excellency Senator, we have discovered that Madison has been manipulated while in custody, and may have been controlled!" Cisse said in a deep voice.

Andrew's pupils narrowed instantly, and his original sleepiness disappeared.

After calming down, he said, "Don't say on the phone, you come in now and make it clear to me face to face, and I'll have someone open the door for you." ”

After speaking, he put the microphone on the table and thought in silence. The secretary put the phone back in its place and stood next to his boss for instructions.

"You go and get a cup of coffee, and when Cisse comes, I'm going to have a clear head to think about what he's finding." Rubbing the corners of his eyes, Andrew felt his sleepiness come up again.

This is when a cup of coffee is a good choice. The secretary knows the tastes of her boss, and he likes to drink a cup of unsweetened black coffee before he thinks.

The right amount of *** can activate his brain and allow him to make the most correct choice.