"Listen."

The phone was connected, and Payne's surprised voice came from the phone.

"No, you listen to me."

Ethan interrupted him and ran the train with his mouth full: "We are rivals, but I respect you very much, you are a person with strong execution, and I thought you were also a person of credibility." ”

"There aren't enough bombs, you have to arrange gunners."

"Come up and shoot, Payne don't make me look down on you."

If you let the negotiators hear it, they will definitely be shocked, I have never seen such communication with bandits.

However, Ethan has his own ideas, and he feels that a person like Payne, who is now an enemy of the whole world and has been abandoned by the whole world, must need a sense of recognition from others.

In and out of words, they all give respect to each other and treat him as an opponent.

In this case, Payne shouldn't be very paranoid and go to extremes, and I don't know if it's useful, but Ethan would rather try it on his own mind for now.

"I didn't have a gunman arranged."

Payne excitedly explained, "Don't slander me, I'm not that bad. ”

"Are you serious?"

Ethan took his phone and strode over to the corpse that had fallen to the ground.

Inexplicably, he actually believed what Payne said, and now the initiative is in the hands of the other party, and there is no need for the other party to lie at this time.

"I swear." Payne's hurried voice continued to sound:

"I've never seen that person before, and I'm not going to arrange this kind of thing, it's enough to have a bomb, why should I waste my energy doing this again."

"Okay, I've said everything I need to say."

"Now you hurry up and notify the police station to arrange what I want, remember, I want old banknotes, and the amount is different."

"Toot toot."

After looking at the hung up phone number, Ethan stuffed his phone back into his pocket and checked the body on the ground, and he found that there were several wads of cash stuffed into the pockets of his coat, about twenty or thirty thousand.

It was so careless that he didn't know how to put it away, so he hooked his fingers and put the money into the space.

What Payne said was indeed true.

If it was really the gunman he arranged, no one would be stupid enough to kill people with tens of thousands of dollars.

All this is just an unfortunate coincidence.

"Ethan."

Pratt's voice rang out, and she pressed hard against the driver's wound: "What's the situation with that person?" ”

"Fugitives, wanted criminals."

Ethan stood up, shook his head and said, "Who knows, it's a damn coincidence. ”

"I don't like this coincidence." Pratt is still confused, but she still makes a judgment based on the current situation: "The driver needs to go to the hospital, so he will not last long." ”

"I know." Ethan's thoughts were confused, and he waved his hand, "Let me think about it." ”

Everyone in the car was watching him with their eyes open.

Even the short-haired woman who was driving looked in the rearview mirror from time to time, looking anxious.

Under this weight, Ethan's temples throbbed.

After a few seconds, he pulled out his phone, walked quickly to the driver's seat, and crouched down to look at the brown-haired woman: "What's your name?" ”

"Annie."

The brown-haired woman said her name and glanced nervously at Ethan.

"Very well, Annie."

Ethan swallowed his saliva and said in a deep voice, "I'm very sorry about the yelling at you just now, but now that things are serious, do you know what you're doing?" ”

"Fifty miles?"

Anne looked at the speedometer and her voice was dry.

Ethan nodded and said appreciatively: "That's right, keep the speed, no matter what happens, you can only accelerate, not slow down." ”

"But there's one thing you need to know." Anne looked nervously again:

"My driver's license has been revoked."

"What is the reason?"

"Speeding."

"Now, that's good news."

Ethan shook his head with a smile, his finger touching the screen, but his fingertips stopped in an instant.

Damn, haven't seen it.

Payne's inadvertent words just now revealed some information, his mobile phone was in his pocket, and how did he know if the gunman had seen it.

In this car, there must be his second means of surveillance.

"You're a Chicago cop, aren't you?"

Anne clutched the steering wheel tightly, sweat on her cheeks: "I don't have any opinion on you scolding me just now, but what is the plan now?" ”

Seeing that Ethan didn't reply, she continued to ask:

"Hello?"

"You get the car behind the wheel first." Ethan came back to his senses and explained to her.

There are too many lice to bite their hands, and now what if they are stared at by Payne, and then send the number they just wrote down to Jabb.

There was also a photo of Payne on his phone, which was also sent.

"Find this person."

His fingers pressed quickly: "One hundred thousand urgent." ”

Things must form a terrifying balance as quickly as possible, and ensure that there is a means to destroy the other side.

Otherwise, it is too dangerous to rely on the other party's will in this way, and to achieve the balance he wants, he must find Payne's whereabouts, and this task is more reassuring to be handed over to Jaber.

As soon as he sent the message, he immediately dialed Hank's phone.

Only then did it sound, and it was quickly answered by the other side: "Say, what's the situation now?" ”

It's worthy of an old guy, and he knew there was a problem after hanging up the phone a few times.

"I'm on the 2525 bus." Ethan told Hank the approximate location through the window, and continued: "There is also a bomb in the car, and at eleven o'clock, it will explode. ”

"If you go at a speed of less than 50 miles, it will explode."

"Trying to save people from getting out of the car will also explode."

"Hurry up and find a way, in addition, arrange people to clear the road, and the speed of the car cannot be slowed down."

"Finally, it's the old rule, three million dollars."

"Old banknotes, different amounts."

"Payne, yes, got it." There was a fluttering sound on Hank's side, and he yelled, "Keep talking, it's three minutes, hold on." ”

Hank's voice became more and more noisy, and Ethan glanced at his phone in a daze.

It's three minutes, and it's not so fast to drive a Ferrari.

"Traffic jam!"

Anne saw the slowing car in front of her and screamed nervously.

I don't know what happened again, but there were more cars in front, and the cars not only slowed down, but also became dense in the distance.

"Auxiliary Road."

Seeing that rushing over would be blocked, and that it would really die, Ethan jumped forward, grabbed the steering wheel, and pulled hard.

The bus makes a sharp turn and the wheels on the right side take off.

"Ah!!h

After a burst of screaming, the vehicle relied on its own tonnage and fell back heavily, and with a bang, the whole vehicle was bumped a few times.

The bus roared into the service lane with terrified passengers.

"Hurry up and arrange for someone to clear the way."

Ethan wiped a handful of sweat and yelled into his phone: "The vehicle must maintain its speed, not jam, not slow down." ”

"Got it, it's being arranged."

Hank, for his part, responded loudly.

The current speed of the bus is more than 50 miles, that is, the speed is more than 80 miles per hour, and it is turning quickly on the auxiliary road.

At the intersection, a silver Honda drove slowly.

From the rear windshield, I saw two people in the driver's seat, who were snorting.

"What to do, what to do?"

Anne asked nervously as she put her hands firmly on the steering wheel.

"You know what to do!" Ethan turned around and shouted at the people in the car: "Hold on to the things around you, there will be an impact soon." ”

"Horn Horn!"

Anne honked her horn frantically, but the car in front of her was indifferent.

"Fack!"

She gritted her teeth and stepped on the gas throttle hard.

"Bang."

The bus roared and crashed into the side tail of the Honda, which, like a toy car, was easily flipped to the side.

After two laps, he slammed into a fruit stand on the side of the road.

Countless apples and pears flew up all over the sky.

The wheels then raced over at a rapid pace, leaving a trail of fruit in its wake.

"Click."

A few apples flew in through the car door, and Ethan caught one and took a hard bite.

It tastes good and is juicy.

"Maniac."

The driver's door of the Honda opened, and the bare-bottomed driver crawled out with his hands and feet limp and screamed at the bus, "Son of the beach!! ”

"It's small."

Anne suppressed her excitement and pouted.

"I'm talking about small apples." Noticing Ethan looking at her, Anne hurriedly explained.

"It's okay."

Ethan took another fist-sized bite of the apple and threw it out of the car.

Going around and around, it's back to the city pavement.

There are fewer cars, but the risk is not reduced at all.

Sidewalks and traffic lights are everywhere, which is a huge nuisance.

"Horn horn."

Thankfully, after a thrilling rush through several intersections, patrol cars flashing blue light rushed up from behind.

They surrounded the bus and rushed forward.

This movement attracted the attention of everyone on the street.

Some people rushed out, picked up their mobile phones to shoot this rare scene, and some people quickly called the news station, as long as they were one second slower than others, the loss was white money.

"Follow the patrol car."

Hank's voice rang from his phone, and he shouted loudly, "We have cleared a way for you to get out, you can go straight to the airport, you can go around the airport, this is the safest way." ”

"Plop, plop."

His voice was followed by the roar of the wings.

Ethan grabbed the gauntlet and leaned over to see a police helicopter hovering in the air.

High in the air, Hank sat next to the cabin.

He gave Ethan a thumbs up and pointed in the right direction.

Good guys, no wonder it says in three minutes.

Getting on a helicopter, it's hard to be slow, and the previous explosion case definitely alarmed the General Administration.

In addition, another bus was threatened, and almost all available police resources were mobilized.

If it explodes again, many people will have a headache.

Hank's condescending and allocating the resources of the police department made it easier to find a suitable route than if they were to move around the city like a headless fly at fifty miles.

"Woohoo."

A patrol car sped up from behind.

The person driving the car was Burgess.

She clutched the steering wheel and looked at Ethan anxiously.

Smiling at her, Ethan stepped back and closed the door of the car that had been open, the noise was too loud.

"Just follow them."

He turned around again and said something to Anne.

The convoy, consisting of a large number of police cars and a bus, drove quickly past an intersection, and the traffic in the other two directions had been firmly stuck by two patrol cars and could not move.

Now this situation is unimpeded.

Escorted by police cars, Anne's mood was much more relaxed despite the threat of bombs.

At the very least, there will be no more of the sudden situation just now.

Ethan stepped on it, and felt that something was wrong.

He stomped hard, and several hollow sounds rang out.

"Emergency exit."

Noticing his movements, the explosive head driver said weakly: "Right under your feet." ”

The blood that flowed out had already stained his shirt red.

His face was covered with sweat.

"Okay."

Ethan nodded and looked at Pratt, "I'll check to see if the explosives are under the car." ”

"And, sir."

He said to the driver, "You hold on, our colleagues are trying to figure out a way, and as long as the deal is done, we will be able to get out of here soon." ”

Not talking nonsense, he lifted the blanket from the ground.

While kicking up a puff of dust, I saw this emergency entrance, which was not a large place that could only accommodate one person in and out.

Buckle the handle and lift it open.

The wind and the noise swept in with this entrance.

From here, he could see the ground directly, and as the vehicle advanced, the concrete road was rapidly reversing, and he was a little dizzy after looking at it for a few seconds.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Pratt nervously asked, "In this situation, even if you find the bomb, it won't work." ”

"Don't forget, Payne can detonate it on his own initiative."

"What?"

Hearing these words, the passengers behind immediately panicked.

Originally, sitting in a car loaded with bombs was terrifying enough, but now the other party can also take the initiative to detonate it, and many people can't hold back in an instant.

"Even-bought karma."

The middle-aged woman in the red dress turned pale, and she kept muttering: "We're all going to die, it's over, I'm going to die." ”

"No one will die."

Ethan looked at the woman and said loudly, "You have to stay calm, you just need to cooperate with my work, at least you won't die today." ”

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

With that, he glanced at Pratt.

As the reception sergeant, calming emotions is her specialty, and Pratt instantly understood, she pressed the driver's wound, and hurriedly spoke to stabilize the passengers' nervousness.

The rules of the game do not say that you can't look for bombs.

Payne wouldn't be afraid to investigate this thing himself, so Ethan decided to find out about the situation anyway.

Leaning down, I just wanted to poke out from under the car.

Both hands grabbed him steadily, pulling at his jeans.

Turning his head, his eyes narrowed.

The man on the left, dressed in a dirty denim suit, is a Mexican laborer judging by his appearance.

On the right is a suit and leather shoes, and her hair is shiny.

Both of them squeezed out a smile at him, and the man in the cheap suit licked his lips, gritted his teeth and said, "Although I don't know what you want to do, but with us, don't worry, I won't let you fall." ”

The Mexican laborer hammered himself on the chest, making several muffled thuds.

Although he didn't speak, the words that should be said were in his eyes, and the hand that grabbed the jeans was so hard that the calloused hand was unusually rough, and it looked like steel bar.

Sitting on the bus are all people who are running for life.

These people deserve a better tomorrow.

Seeing their smiles, Ethan suddenly felt that it was worth jumping into the car for these people.

Smiling back, he held his hands on the edge of the entrance, took a deep breath and plunged headlong, the fierce wind and waves, instantly blowing his hair like a pile of grass.

(End of chapter)