Tommy looked at the old man who was trembling and shoved a few bills into his pocket, and couldn't help but stop them.

The two old men, like frightened rabbits, hid the money in their hands and tried to run away with the toolbox, but Tommy stopped them.

The man in his 50s protected his wife behind him, took out a wrench and pointed at Tommy, his eyes were full of horror, his legs were still fighting, but he did not back down, his thin wife behind him seemed to give him great courage, he said in a somewhat weak tone: "Young man, we only took some money to buy food, the rest is in the cash box, we are all poor, there is nothing to rob!" ”

Tommy pulls out some food from his pocket and hands it to the other person.

"There are only twenty-eight minutes left until the start of Freedom Day, and no shop dares to open at this time, take these and go to the church to ask the priest for help, you will only be killed halfway back now!"

The man looked at the food in Tommy's hand and hesitated, but the woman, who had been hungry for a long time, didn't care so much, snatched the food and retracted it behind the man.

The man looked at Tommy warily, afraid that he would do something drastic.

Facing the two of them who were like frightened birds, he had to take two steps back and raise his hand, "I only give you one suggestion, it's up to you whether you take it or not, I have no malice!" ”

Watching the other party retreat, the middle-aged man's mood was obviously soothed a lot, he put down the wrench in his hand and chose to believe the other party, after all, the other party has a gun in his hand, if there is malicious intent, there is no need to work so hard to deceive his husband and wife.

The man nodded to Tommy, thanked him, and then walked briskly into the church with his wife, who was a little cowering, to ask for the priest's help.

Tommy sat back in his place, and he stood guard at the back door of the church, a small square, facing an avenue, and was able to get out of town as quickly as possible.

Normally it is crowded with people, but now only a few ignorant birds are still here waiting to be fed.

"Chris, we're leaving!" Mountbatten, the head of security, pulled up the woman with a blank face and was about to go downstairs.

A fierce exchange of fire was heard on the first floor, and although the security personnel were skilled in marksmanship, they suffered heavy casualties in the face of a large number of fierce hunting troops.

The situation was so critical that Mountbatten had no choice but to leave all the wounded behind to continue to hold off the enemy, and he jumped from the window on the second floor with Chris and two bodyguards to get into the bulletproof vehicle hidden in the bushes.

Mountbatten threw Chris in the back seat, and two bodyguards sandwiched her between her to keep her safe, and he got into the driver's seat, ready to flee to the next location.

Chris, who was a little dizzy from the explosion, came back to his senses, "Mountbatten! What about the others? ”

"They're doing what they promised you! My lady! Your safety is above all else! After a few words of reassurance, Mountbatten started the car, the roar of the engine attracting the hunting forces fighting in the house, who ignored the resistance of the remaining security personnel and rushed out to intercept the car.

But Mountbatten specially found a car modification expert and transformed the Humvee into a small armored car.

With a light foot, the accelerator pedal pressed to the end, and the Humvee smashed into the courtyard wall like a mad beast and rushed out.

The members of the hunting unit guarding outside tried to drive in front of the Humvee, but were knocked away by the other party in an arrogant and unreasonable manner.

The mushroom head crawls out of the deformed carriage. Just now, he was driving in front of the Humvee, but then his car seemed to have been hit by a train, and the whole body seemed to be torn in half, and the huge impact force also shook him a lot.

He felt a panny in his chest, and the impact made him feel as if the wheels of a big truck had run over his chest.

After coughing violently twice and spitting out a mouthful of black blood, he felt much better.

Seeing this, the chatter and another delinquent teenager hurriedly pulled him up, "How do you feel?" Did it hurt anywhere? He asked him if he was hurt.

"You two stay here to take care of the remaining wounded, and the rest of the people get in the car and chase after me!" The captain didn't care if his men lived or died, they were just a patchwork of mercenaries whose bereavement would be paid by their employer, and he only had to complete the task to kill the woman!

6 Mercedes-Benz followed the Humvee menacingly, and the deputy captain leaned out of the window and aimed at the rear seat glass of the Humvee for a burst of shooting, but the bullets were bounced off by the bulletproof glass, and even the tires were added to the tailgate.

"Fack! What about the heavy weapons we carry? The vice-captain turned around and asked the captain who was driving.

"There's a bazooka under the back seat of the car, but *** there are only two shots, you be careful" The captain tilted his head and tapped the back seat with his chin.

The vice-captain skillfully assembled the bazooka and aimed at the Humvee in front of him.

Mountbatten saw the other party take out a bazooka in the rearview mirror, and hurriedly made an emergency evasion, slamming the steering wheel to make the car turn into a fork in the road to avoid the other party's aiming, but the car also deviated from the original direction. He can't care so much, if he is hit by ***, everyone will be blown up into the sky.

He took out his mobile phone and hurriedly dialed a pre-stored number, and the phone was immediately connected, and a vague voice came from there that could not distinguish between men and women.

"Alex, why haven't your people arrived yet? Now those bastards in the back are holding bazookas to turn us into roast pigs! If your people don't show up again, let's have a bonfire party around our corpses! Mountbatten almost finished shouting.

"My people have found you, please follow my next instructions to the next safe point, and the people behind me will hand it over." A muffled voice on the phone pointed to what Mountbatten should do next.

The Hummer in front of him shook off the Mercedes behind him in a snakeskin position and turned into a small alley.

"They're looking for death!" The vice-captain raised the bazooka in his hand. There are many alleys like this in New York, but they are all terrain, and it is impossible for the Hummer to make any evasive moves in such alleys, so as long as he gently pulls the trigger, the Hummer in front of him will become a torch.

The body of the Mercedes shook violently, and the vice-captain, who was completely unprepared, almost did not clench the bazooka in his hand.

"Damn, what's going on?" He angrily turned his head and questioned the captain of the car.

"There are snipers! The other party has been prepared! "The captain didn't care about the vice-captain's anger. A sniper shot at the driver's seat just now, and he dodged it, but he also lost his best chance to destroy the Humvee.