Just over a dozen seconds later, Kim's motorcade left the dark streets behind and turned into one of New York's boulevards. This will undoubtedly make it easier for them to attract the attention of others, after all, their bullet-riddled bodies can't hide from anyone.

"My lord, we've got rid of them!" The driver sitting in front of the bread glanced quickly in the rearview mirror, and the serious expression on his face relaxed a little. Although he was confident in his driving skills, the specially modified van didn't feel the same as the elongated Lincoln he usually drives. It would be great if you could avoid a car fight.

"It's only temporary. With their ability and style, we have only overcome the first hurdle. Kim said absentmindedly, his attention firmly fixed on his watch and the GPS in front of him. He glanced ahead a little, only to notice that the driver's hand, who had been with him for more than eight years, seemed to tremble a little.

"Are you scared?" Jin Jibo looked at his subordinate with interest. And when he heard this, the driver trembled even more. He quickly wiped a drop of cold sweat from his forehead before answering.

"No, I don't dare."

"Don't you dare...?" Jin Ji looked a little emotional, and he suddenly missed the assistant who had been following him all along. Although Wesley had always been just one of his subordinates, he was one of the few people who could talk to Kim as an equal. In a way, he can even be called Kim... Friend.

"You don't have to worry, you'll survive tonight unharmed." Kim spoke slowly, and although he couldn't completely remove the ferocity from his hoarse voice, his words were rarely gentle. "Unlike everyone else, you've been with me for so many years, and you still choose to stay by my side after knowing the danger tonight. Your loyalty is impeccable, and I will reward you accordingly. ”

The driver's face softened a little when he heard this, but he couldn't help but glance at the bodyguard sitting next to him. The man had been sitting there like a statue from the beginning, only moving a little when he had been attacked, and the expression on his face was a little sluggish.

"Thank you, sir." He replied quickly.

"Take care of your work. If nothing else, their next attack is likely to come soon. Kim was no longer in the mood to continue the conversation, he refocused his attention back on the GPS, and the car was quiet again.

And the tranquility didn't last long, as the second round of attacks had already arrived.

Nearly half-pound alloy sniper warheads fell from the sky from the left of the convoy and slammed into the van at the front of the convoy at more than twice the speed of sound. Its kinetic energy even made the whole car tremble slightly. The vehicle's armor was strong enough to hold up against a volley of automatic rifles, but it was powerless against heavy armored vehicles or small tanks.

A hole the size of a bowl was blasted out of the right door of the van, and the passengers behind it were even more unlucky. His entire upper body was smashed to pieces, and blood and flesh spilled the other passengers in the car in the face.

And the strange thing is that these people did not react to the tragic situation in front of them. They still sat motionless at a distance, looking at everything in front of them with their out-of-focus pupils. And it was only then that the sound of gunfire reached their ears.

At this time, their pursuers also came. Two mini trucks and three motorcycles shuttled back and forth on the not-so-busy street, slowly closing the distance between them and Kim's convoy.

The three motorcycles, taking advantage of their own flexibility, have stretched the distance between the two sides to within 40 meters. The riders had already pulled out their pistols and started firing at the rear of the convoy, while the gunmen standing behind the mini-trucks had begun to join the firefight. These movements caught the attention of Kim's driver, who glanced in the side mirror, only to be startled by several bullets hitting it.

"Just focus on doing your job, don't worry." Kim waved his hand.

The back door of the van at the back of the convoy suddenly opened. With their submachine guns, the two men fired at the motorcyclists, forcing them to temporarily retreat and use the other vehicles on the street as cover. And when they could finally fight back, the door was closed again.

At this time, a second sniper shell also hit again. This time it was targeting another car at the rear of the convoy. The bullet pierced the side of the car's armor and burrowed into its rear tire, destroying its structure in a few shots. With the cacophony of grinding and the constant smoke coming out, the van's speed dropped significantly.

"Speed up, ditch it, we're going to get out of their sniper's sight as soon as possible." Kim spoke again, and as soon as he finished speaking, the drivers of each car stepped on the accelerator to the end. At this time, the owners of the other cars on the road had already been frightened by the constant gunfire, and hurriedly avoided this group of plague gods, making way for Jin He's convoy to move forward.

However, the damaged van that was left behind was a bit unlucky. It kept losing speed and was overtaken by its pursuers in just a few seconds. But even with the loss of momentum, the miniature pillbox remained defensive. The hull was barely able to hold up after a few rounds of strafing, and several counterattacks from its passengers did cause some trouble for the attackers, forcing them to lie down and dodge.

Rumlow couldn't help but curse a few words in his heart. If they had more time and resources to prepare, how could they use these broken cars that broke in one dozen?

"Give them to me." As soon as he finished speaking, Rumlow leaped out of his mini-truck and jumped like an eagle from his mini-truck to the top of the van. The driver in the car also sensed the weight on the roof. Unfortunately, the car's body armor not only prevented external attacks, but also prevented them from directly attacking the enemy on the roof of the car. The driver could only hit the steering wheel twice in a row in an attempt to throw the other person off. But with the car getting lower and lower, Rumlow easily kept his balance.

Without the slightest pause, he took a few steps forward, raising his gun and firing a flurry below him. The bulletproof glass, which had been damaged in the previous impact, finally couldn't support it under this zero-range attack, and was torn open several tears.

"Goodbye." A grinning Rumlow unhooked a grenade from his belt and threw it into the gap. Two seconds later, a roar sounded in the car, and even the body that had been supporting until now was blown out of shape.

By this time, Rumlow had returned to his car.

"Speed up!" He waved his hand, his eyes glowing with murderous intent. "Catch up with them!"