From the end of the fork in the road, there was also the flashing light of police lights, and I don't know if it was Emmett or Brock.

Ethan made up his mind that when he caught this bastard, he would have to give him a trick to play with.

Unexpectedly, the driver turned around and gave him a middle finger, and then the handlebars swung and deflected towards the side of the road.

The next moment, the motocross bike took to the air.

"Shet."

Ethan cursed and quickly stepped on the brakes.

The tires rubbed wildly on the ground, leaving a tire mark more than ten meters long.

The motocross bike easily crossed the ditch more than a meter wide along the road, scurried into the nearby farm, kicked up smoke and dust, and fled as fast as it could.

Because he subconsciously followed the motorcycle, Ethan was almost taken into a ditch and will brake the car in front of the ditch.

The police car on the opposite side also came to him and stopped, and Brock saw Ethan almost rushing into the ditch, grinning: "Quarterback, do you need help?" ”

"Fake, outflank, keep chasing."

Now that it had become a personal vendetta, Ethan slapped the steering wheel hard.

He and Brock crossed and flanked along the farm's road.

Victoria's crown roared, the wind whirred into the car, and Ethan put on his sunglasses and watched the yellow lightning as he walked through the farm.

The motocross rider seemed to feel that driving on the farm was not enough and quickly turned the handlebars again and headed out onto the other side of the road.

Ethan avoided the vehicle in front of him, flicked the steering wheel, and the police car quickly turned.

After a while, the yellow motocross bike appeared in the opposite lane again, and the bastard waved at Ethan.

When the police car and the motorcycle intertwined, Ethan seemed to be able to see a sarcastic look coming from under the lens of the motorcycle helmet.

He spun around as fast as he could and chased after him, just as he had done before.

The rider didn't dare to hit the motorcycle with the help of the police car, so he slipped Ethan for a few minutes and then slowly stopped the car before a fork in the road.

Waiting for this moment, Ethan quickly pushed the car door open, and as he got out of the car, he pulled out Glock with lightning speed.

The driver saw the door of the police car push open, and quickly turned the accelerator, and the exhaust pipe spewed green smoke.

"Bang."

Before the speed of the car could be raised, the rear tire of the motorcycle was blown up by a single shot.

The rider hurriedly released the throttle.

"Bang."

The front tire was also punctured and the body shook.

The rider clenched the brakes in a panic and brought the car to a stop.

"Bang bang."

Two more gunshots rang out, and two mirrors of the motocross bike were dry-blown out.

Don't you like to play with excitement? This shot was fired to ensure that this driver was much more exciting than just now.

Ethan slammed the door shut, and the motocross rider shuddered with a muffled bang.

"Raise your hands and get out of the car." Ethan stepped forward with his boots.

The rider knew what he had done and hurriedly raised his hands, not daring to make any unusual movements.

Under his command, the driver obediently got out of the car and fell to the ground.

Ethan stepped forward with his handcuffs, knelt down on one knee, and pressed heavily on the rider's back.

"Ahh

Ethan ignored the screams of pain coming from inside the helmet, twisted the rider's arms, and slashed hard against him, giving another muffled grunt.

He rubbed for a while, but the rider never made any more movements, so he had to put down the pistol and handcuff the rider.

By the time Emmett arrived at the scene, the driver who dared to tease them was already sitting in the back of the police car, no longer rampant as before.

Two days later, Davis's Bar.

By this time, the bar had closed, but a Dodge Challenger was still driving and slowly pulled into the barn next to it.

The lights went out, and Ethan got out of the car and walked straight to the back door of the bar.

He knocked on the door, and in a few moments Candy opened the wooden door, and in the back storeroom, Hood and Garber sat on the camp bed smoking cigarettes.

Ethan walked in and slammed the door shut.

At Jabber's feet, there was a travel bag.

Candy scratched at his gray hair, "Hood, are you sure you want to do this?" ”

Hood threw away the cigarette butt with a determined look: "I'm going to do something for Kate, she can't just die in vain." ”

"Since you say so." Candy rubbed his hands and said nervously:

"Then let's go get some movement out."

Just as he was leaving work, Ethan received a notice from Jabber that they had decided to take action against Procott's Den tonight, and he drove to Davis's Bar in the middle of the night.

Jaber bit a cigarette and opened the travel bag, took out four pieces of soft body armor from it, and distributed them to the crowd.

Because it is not clear about the defense forces in the red brick factory, the necessary precautions must be there.

Ethan quickly put on soft body armor with his hands and feet, and inserted bulletproof inserts on the front and back.

Since this was Hood's operation, the cost of this time was naturally out of his pocket, and four sets of body armor plus weapons and equipment had shrunk his net worth by a large amount.

Putting on the body armor, they walked out the back door and changed into a black ordinary car to go to the red brick factory.

Hood assigns tasks as he drives: "In half an hour, the transport car will depart from the red brick factory." ”

"Most of the workers inside would leave the factory on another road after the transport vehicle left, and we would grab the transport vehicle and rush in and blow up Procott's den."

"It's simple, it's straightforward, it's just that they're defenseless."

"Is there anything anyone doesn't understand?" Hood looked in the rearview mirror.

Everyone didn't speak, Candy nodded silently, I didn't expect that people who were dozens of years old would have to accompany this group of people desperately, hoping that it was all worth it.

However, he and Proct have had a holiday in the past, and he doesn't mind adding to Procot if he has the chance.

The car soon arrived at the place Hood had chosen, and they all changed into their clothes.

After a while, in the silent woods, a line of black-clothed men emerged, carrying long and short guns.

Ethan put on his hood and looked ahead, the lights of the factory in the distance were unusually conspicuous in the dark night, and he turned his head to keep up with the steps of the people in front of him.

The car was parked closer to the factory so that it was convenient to wait and escape.

People have to go far away to prevent the possible movement from alarming the people who stay in the factory.

After walking out for a few minutes, Hood raised his arms, and they all stopped.

"Ethan, you and Jabber are here, cooperating with the people in the control car, Candy and I to force the car to stop in front."

"No problem."

Ethan nodded, and he and Jaber stayed where they were.

Hood walked forward with the candy one foot deep and one foot shallow, and in a few moments, disappeared behind the bushes.

Ethan shone in the dim light of his phone, and found a dead tree trunk behind him to sit on.

He put the AR15 on his lap, then grabbed the hood and shook it: "Why don't you use the soft rubber mask before, this thing is stuffy and hot to wear." ”

Jabber sat down next to him, his voice dull through the hood: "Don't complain, it's good to have something to use." ”

Ethan waved his hand to ward off the mosquitoes around him, and the curb quickly fell silent.

Ten minutes later, two pillars of light in the distance cut through the night sky.

Thanks to the colorful bats, book friends 20220429213117890 two old brothers for rewarding, thanks

(End of chapter)