The size of the Cadillac behemoth crushed the shrubs above the green belt.

With green leaves flying all over the sky, it plunged headlong into the auxiliary road, startling the anxiously waiting drivers inside.

"Squeak."

A puff of green smoke came out of the tires, sticking to the edge of the road, all the way up.

"Get out of the way."

He lowered the window, yelled loudly, and honked his horn incessantly.

When he was about to reach it, he stepped on the brakes heavily, and the wheel belt scraped a black mark several meters long and stopped.

No matter how many police lights and sirens are, it will not help at this time.

In the distance, a car accident occurred.

The two cars overturned on their sides, and there was blood all over the ground.

This also caused the auxiliary road to be firmly blocked, and the emergency passage was also crowded with vehicles.

Under the supervision of the two patrol officers at the scene, none of the cars dared to cross the double yellow line and merge into the main lane, and the anxious drivers could only press the horn from time to time, complaining about the bad luck.

Seeing the target bus, it has disappeared from view.

In desperation, Ethan grabbed the eavesdropping phone and stuffed it into his trouser pocket, closed the car door with a bang, spread his legs and rushed forward.

Diagonally all the way, quickly past one car after another.

This movement is rare, and the old beauty joined in the fun, and they honked their horns to cheer him on.

For a time, the hustle and bustle shook the sky.

"Hey!"

In the distance, a patrol officer ran over, shook his baton and shouted, "What are you doing, this is the highway, are you crazy?" ”

"Plainclothes case, stand back."

Ethan yelled at the patrol officer dozens of meters ahead, supported a Ford car with one hand, and slid off the hood with a swoop, causing several people in the car to exclaim.

"Whoosh!"

As soon as he landed, a long-haul truck whizzed by, and the strong wind brought up his black hair to ruffle it.

"Fake."

Ethan's heart was pounding, and he slowed down, and pulled out his badge to signal the patrol in front of him.

After sprinting for a few more meters, he stopped and stopped in front of a Jaguar roadster.

"Get out of the way."

The police badge was directly in front of the driver of the car: "Your car has been temporarily requisitioned." ”

"I bought it, not stole it."

Lao Hei, who had an explosive head, waved his hands excitedly: "God, I don't want it." ”

Law enforcement officers have the right to requisition citizens' private vehicles for the purpose of pursuing suspects or preventing crimes, and if they refuse, they face fines ranging from $50 to $1,000.

Compared to his newly bought vehicle, Lao Hei would rather bear a possible fine.

No one knows what their baby will be taken by others for, scratched and rubbed, and they will feel distressed for a long time.

"Huh."

Ethan didn't say a word, and immediately opened the corner of his clothes.

"Got it."

Lao Hei saw the hand pressed on the handle of the gun, and instantly turned over and sat in the co-pilot.

Ethan propped up the car door and jumped straight in.

As soon as the body sank, he quickly put up gear: "You get out of the car quickly." ”

"Don't."

Lao Hei shook his dreadlocks and said excitedly: "I am an F-type for more than 70,000 dollars, so I won't let my baby be alone with you." ”

"Boom!"

The engine roared wildly, and the tires slammed out after a few laps of violent rubbing on the ground.

Ethan didn't have time to talk nonsense with him, and spun the steering wheel quickly.

"Oh oh oh~~~"

The feeling of pushing his back from a foot of floor oil made the old black eyes of the dreadlocks widen, and he kept scolding angrily: "Slow down, you slow down, scratch my baby, I won't let you go." ”

The black Jaguar was like a black lightning bolt, leaving behind the patrol officer who had cast a puzzled gaze.

70 miles, 80 miles.

The pointer on the speedometer is rapidly approaching 90 miles.

After a delay just now, the bus had already left him some distance away, and now he had to race against time to catch up.

On the expressway, there are far fewer vehicles.

The wind was howling, and Ethan was steering the cheetah, weaving quickly left and right in the traffic.

"Generous gifts."

The sports car flashed in the middle of the two long-distance trucks, rushed out at great speed, the old black bladder was sour, and quickly grabbed the seat belt: "You are a madman, you are almost a hundred miles, can you reduce the speed a little." ”

The speed had reached more than one hundred and fifty per hour, and Lao Hei's heart was beating wildly.

"You're a soft egg."

Ethan glanced at him and sneered, "Your outfit followed you, it was a waste." ”

He has dirty braids and a large gold chain.

The clothes on the body are also similar to street style.

If you want to say that the most susceptible to agitation, it is these old blacks.

"Isn't it, Sliver?"

Lao Hei looked at him angrily, and his hands danced quickly: "Are you looking down on Brother Ni?" We play rap, we are not afraid of anything, and if there is a kind of you, you step a little faster. ”

No matter how fast you think about it, you can't help it.

After all, the accelerator has been stepped on to the end, the speed has come to a hundred miles, and the car feels like it is about to fly.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Lao Hei quietly wiped the sweat from his palms and shouted, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Catch the bus."

Ethan glanced in the rearview mirror and flicked the steering wheel slightly.

"Waterfa?" Lao Hei spread his hands in confusion, and when he saw that the other party did not answer, he cursed secretly.

It didn't take long for the bus to be seen again.

Ethan breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly pulled a few pieces of paper from the tissue box next to him with one free hand, wiping the blood stains off his face.

He was like this just now, and it was really scary.

In this case, it is obvious that he has just seen blood, otherwise Lao Hei would not be so obedient.

After some high-speed chase, she finally caught up with the damn bus, and as she drove past the car, she saw Pratt sitting at the back of the bus, her head hanging to the side, and gently shaking with the car.

Release the throttle and keep the speed consistent.

Ethan nervously looked at the speedometer, the red pointer, stopped at sixty yards.

"Fake."

Although he had already guessed this result, he couldn't help but slap the steering wheel and curse angrily.

"What the hell is going on?"

Lao Hei looked at the steering wheel distressedly and asked again and again.

"Toot toot."

Ethan honked his horn hard, trying to get the bus driver's attention.

The bus driver is also an old black man with an explosive head.

"Chicago Police."

Ethan held the steering wheel with one hand, showed the police badge in his hand, and shouted, "Open the window." ”

One large and one small, two cars parallel.

The wind howled, taking away his words in an instant.

Although he couldn't hear what the other party was shouting, after seeing the police badge, the bus driver still opened the window in confusion: "What do you want to do?" ”

"Keep moving."

The green tendons on Ethan's neck rose and he shouted, "Don't slow down, just keep driving." ”

"Why?"

The driver shrugged his shoulders and slowed down a bit.

At the same time, the people in the bus also cast their curious eyes over, it was the first time they had seen such a thing when they were so big.

(End of chapter)