On the streets of New York, two cars are in front of one after the other, and a fierce chase is being launched.

Glancing in the rearview mirror, Lawson shot a whole pistol magazine in the general direction, he didn't have time to reload, so he could only throw the pistol to the co-pilot's seat, and then open the storage box, take out a Glock 26 pistol, and shoot at the black Mustang sports car behind him again, shooting wildly.

Bang bang bang!

The front windshield of the Mustang was pierced by bullets through several large holes, and the cross was expressionless, so he simply grabbed the steering wheel with one hand, and slammed forward with the other hand, completely pushing out the windshield that obstructed his vision.

Then Cross picked up the pistol again, his heart beating wildly at four hundred beats per minute, and in his eyes, time almost stopped flowing, and everything around him went into slow motion.

In this bullet-like state, the cross flicked his wrist, pulled the trigger, and two bullets shot out of the chamber of the gun in succession, cutting a strange arc in the air, and instantly hitting the two tires on the right side of the Toyota car in front.

"!"

Lawson couldn't help but scold, but he still couldn't change the ending of Toyota's flat tire, seeing that there was a sharp turn ahead, he had to hold the steering wheel tightly, relying on the driving skills honed in the two worlds of the past and this life, and rushed over with lightning and sparks all the way.

Unexpectedly, after finally passing this big corner, there was an even worse situation ahead.

The New York police had received the news and sent several police cars in pursuit, one of which drove in from the fork in the road, drove directly in front of the Toyota, and applied a sharp brake in an attempt to intercept the Toyota in this way.

There was an ambush in front and a chasing soldier in the back, Rosen was ruthless in his heart, not only did he not slow down, but stepped on the accelerator with his right foot, directly controlled the car and crashed into it, and rushed hard against the back butt of the police car.

The New York police didn't expect Lawson to be so brave, and when he was careless, the police car lost its balance, swayed from side to side, and finally slammed into the garbage bin on the side of the road, and reluctantly withdrew from the arrest operation.

"It's not the way to go."

Rosen thought quickly, Toyota's performance was not as good as the cross's Mustang sports car, and now it has burst two tires, and the speed has been greatly reduced, and it seems that it will not last long, and sooner or later it will be caught up.

He observed the nearby road conditions, and after spotting a small alley on the side of the road, he didn't think too much about it, just slammed the steering wheel, and after a sharp turn, he drove a Toyota into it.

This alley is very narrow, and there are many homeless people and beggars living here, and a lot of debris and garbage are piled up.

The Toyota had only driven forward for a short distance, and then it could no longer move on, and it was completely stuck here.

Rosen decisively got out of the car, looked left and right, and after seeing a beggar not far in front of him, his eyes lit up, and he immediately strode over, took out a gold coin from his arms, and threw it directly into the small iron basin used for begging in front of the beggar.

When!

The crisp sound made the beggar who pretended to be asleep open his eyes, he glanced at Lawson, immediately understood, and set out a place for Lawson to lie down, and hurriedly got up and took out a tarpaulin from the simple small house made of garbage on the side, and covered Lawson tightly.

After all this, the beggar sat back in his place, pretending that nothing was wrong, and continued to lean against the wall and hold his arms with his eyes closed and pretended to sleep.

Click!

There was a sound of footsteps at the entrance of the alley, and soon, the cross also arrived, he looked ahead, did not find Rosen's figure, did not dare to act rashly, he picked up his pistol, cautiously continued to walk inside, to prevent a possible sneak attack.

Walking up to the beggar, the cross paused, turned his head to look at the bulging pile of garbage, and seemed to sense something.

Just as he was about to go further, reach out and figure out what was hidden beneath the garbage, Cross suddenly stared, and the beggar in front of him was reaching for his hand to his chest.

At the same time, he also noticed that several homeless people around him had already gotten up from the ground, hiding their hands behind them one by one, and slowly approached here.

Cross frowned, he had enough troubles to continue to provoke, these people around him obviously had guns on their bodies, although he was confident that he would kill these guys, but under the flanking attack, he would inevitably be injured.

Not to mention, behind him, there is a group of small tails called the New York cops.

If there is a loud gunfire here, the New York police will definitely arrive immediately, and at that time, it will be the real big trouble.

Without much entanglement, the cross turned and walked briskly out of the alley.

Call!

After waiting for a while, to make sure that the cross was completely far away and that it was absolutely impossible to go and return, Rosen lifted the tarpaulin covering his body, sat up and breathed in the fresh air.

"Thanks, brother."

Patting the beggar on the shoulder, Rosen pulled out another gold coin.

These coins are issued by the High Table and are the currency of the killer world, and are not pegged to the US dollar, the British pound, or any other currency in the world.

Instead, according to the rules of the killer world, one gold coin can enjoy a service at the Continental Hotel under the high table.

In the killer, it is equivalent to an agreement, that is, if someone accepts the gold coin, they must complete a thing according to the other party's will.

Previously, Rosen gave a gold coin in exchange for a chance to hide, and now this one bought a jacket from the beggar brother and replaced the gray suit stained with blood on his body.

"As for the textile factory, don't go back for the time being."

Rosen thought as he walked, "Sloan moved Wesley, undoubtedly completely angered the cross, and now that guy will definitely keep an eye on the textile factory and do everything he can to save his son." ”

So, one of the most important things that Lawson needs to do at the moment is to find an absolutely safe place first.

After settling down, he urged Sloan to settle the balance as soon as possible, so that he could top up the money into the system and see what kind of changes this lottery would bring to him.

"Since the cross has been done to me, then where my family lives must have also been figured out by him."

Rosen shook his head, now, he only had one place to go, and he was sure that that place must be the safest place in all of New York.

Looking at his Toyota, Lawson pouted.

With two wheels bursting, a shattered rear windshield, and dense bullet holes in the body, Rosen estimated in his heart that if this was sent to the repair shop, the price of the repair would be enough for him to buy the same car again.

"Forget it, there is no need to rescue at all."

Before leaving, Rosen gave the beggar another gold coin, and he did not doubt the other party's ability, because he knew that the other party, like him, belonged to the forces of the gang Borry Street.

A mere dilapidated car can be disposed of casually.