The bustling city was aglow with flickering neon lights, the streets teeming with cars, showing no signs of slowing down despite the cold or late hour. People hurried by, their necks hunched to keep the chilly wind from penetrating their bodies, their long shadows stretching under the streetlights. A mid-bus slowed slightly, cruising along the street. The curtains on the windows were drawn, obscuring the view from inside, leaving no one aware of who sat within.
Soon, a large number of police cars appeared ahead, their sirens wailing piercingly, attracting everyone's attention as they stopped to watch and make way for the convoy. The mid-bus turned into another street, avoiding the police cars, and continued forward.
Inside the mid-bus, Luo Zheng calmly watched the police cars speeding past in a hurry—over a dozen of them—rushing towards the location where the team planned to change vehicles. They were moving quickly, and Luo Zheng was sure it wouldn't be long before news of the mid-bus hijacking would get out, followed by searches, which ant they couldn't use this vehicle much longer.
However, thinking of Lan Bo's suffering, Luo Zheng decided not to switch vehicles just yet, instructing Ghost Hand to speed up. Ghost Hand, anticipating this, floored the accelerator, and shortly after, they found themselves on a fast-moving elevated highway. A convoy of police cars appeared ahead, intermixed with several black comrcial vehicles.
Luo Zheng quickly directed Ghost Hand to slow down, his eyes warily fixed on the convoy ahead as he swiftly dialed Lan Xing's number and asked, "Locate my position imdiately; is that convoy of police cars the Special Service Bureau returning from an operation?"
"Hold on a mont." Lan Xing promptly perford a satellite location check for Luo Zheng, and shortly after, said, "Yes, that's them. They concluded the operation five minutes ago. The results are unclear, but it looks like Sam Country won; otherwise, they wouldn't leave so nonchalantly. I'm not sure which car my dad is in. Is there anything you need to do?"
Luo Zheng was about to ask Lan Xing for help in controlling the city's traffic lights to create an opportunity for rescues when he suddenly heard a roaring sound behind him. He couldn't help but look back, seeing several motorcyclists racing towards them. Their helts made it impossible to discern their identities. Alard, he watched as the motorcycles sped forward.
"Slow down, everyone prepare for combat." Luo Zheng was startled and hastily issued an order.
Everyone loaded their bullets, their expressions cold and determined, eyes fixed ahead, awaiting Luo Zheng's final command. Luo Zheng, however, was intently watching the motorcycles rushing forward. Suddenly, a police car stopped, and an officer used a loudspeaker to order the motorcycles to halt, while another officer raised his gun.
The motorcycles didn't slow down; instead, they accelerated abruptly. The leader even lifted the front of his bike, the entire motorcycle rearing up as he continued charging forward, the front of the bike hurtling towards the officer issuing commands. Another officer, seeing this, was about to fire his gun when a flash of white light appeared in the void, causing him to freeze and topple backwards with a military knife embedded in his chest.
"Slow down." Luo Zheng's expression changed dramatically upon seeing this motorcycle gang's ill intentions. Clearly, they ca from the police, and rushing in recklessly would only lead to trouble. It was better to fall back and watch as the situation developed.
Understanding, Ghost Hand agreed without hesitation, slamming the brakes to slow down. As Luo Zheng continued to watch, he saw the officer issuing commands get hit and thrown by the motorcycle, while the rider lowered the bike's front and continued onward. Up ahead, an officer noticed the anomaly and quickly extended his arm to fire his gun.
The charging motorcyclist accelerated suddenly, drawing a crescent-shaped military knife and slashing fiercely at the officer, a flash of the blade carrying a terrifying aura of death, followed by a bloom of snowflakes as the officer's arm was severed and fell to the ground. The motorcyclist sped away.
The motorcyclists following closely behind drew their guns, firing at the occupants of the police car. The police slamd on the brakes, the screeching of tires against the pavent rising to a deafening pitch. The motorcyclists didn't stop, continuously charging ahead while shooting at the police inside the cars.
Ghost Hand, seeing this, quickly stopped the vehicle, his expression grave as he looked at Luo Zheng. Such an incident leaves only two choices: to rapidly retreat and leave it to Sam Country to handle, or to charge in and assist. However, helping would be a thankless task, dragging everyone into this ss. Ghost Hand dared not move rashly.
Luo Zheng understood this as well. The motorcycles had already surged ahead, making it impossible to seize control of them for pursuit; the road was blocked by police who had stopped randomly, preventing the mid-bus from advancing. On foot, they couldn't keep up, making Luo Zheng's face dark with frustration. Suddenly, he saw a motorcyclist abruptly steer towards the side barrier.
The side barrier was a concrete block with a slight slope. The motorcycle sped up the incline, launching into the air. In mid-air, the motorcyclist appeared to float, gripping the handlebars with one hand. Suddenly, his body twisted in a peculiar motion as he pounced onto the rooftop of a comrcial vehicle, landing steadily.
The comrcial vehicle, sensing sothing unusual, desperately swerved to shake off the person on top. But despite the body swaying with the car's motion, the person wouldn't fall off. One hand seed to be gripping sothing while the other hand pulled out a gun, firing at the occupants inside the car.
Before long, the comrcial vehicle lost control, crashing into a side barrier and careening off it, plumting down. The elevated bridge stood several ters above the ground. Luo Zheng watched this scene intently, greatly admiring that motorcyclist, and as he pondered whether the impact might kill him, he suddenly saw the figure spreading his limbs.
It was a wing suit. Luo Zheng hadn't expected them to wear wing suits. Designed based on the bat principle, the wing suit transforms the person into a bat-like glider by spreading their limbs. Though it doesn't allow flight, the air resistance reduces the force of descent. anwhile, the comrcial vehicle exploded with a loud blast, releasing a massive red cloud, terrifying against the night sky.
At this point, the convoy reacted, coming to a complete stop. The remaining motorcyclists also sped towards the slope, their motorcycles shooting into the sky above the elevated highway. Each rider abandoned their bike, spreading their arms and legs and gliding rapidly forward—each wearing a wing suit.
"Hiss?" Luo Zheng gasped in shock, quickly shouting, "Quick, turn around and leave the scene." The convoy had already reacted to the sudden assault, and charging in now ant certain death. Luo Zheng wasn't willing to gamble with everyone's lives. Although he yearned to rush in and save people, he restrained the impulse.
"Understood." Ghost Hand's expression changed dramatically. He quickly agreed, making a U-turn in place. The street wasn't wide enough, and after backing up twice, Ghost Hand finally turned the vehicle around. Sighting an oncoming car, he honked furiously and accelerated; if they didn't leave now, when would they? Should Sam Country get wind of their involvent, the consequences would be unthinkable.
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