Chapter 62

Just as he closed the car door, Strangor froze. After three seconds, he replied in stiff Mandarin, "Yes, what's wrong?"

"You're parked illegally, please show your driver's license and ID!" the approaching patrol officer said solemnly.

Seeing this, Monica, acting like an ordinary citizen, pleaded, "Sir, please give us a chance, we'll move the car right away!"

While Monica was negotiating, Qiangwo took the opportunity to stretch and observe the surroundings, only to find that no one was paying attention to them.

At this moment, another patrol officer came over, "Stop talking nonsense, driver's license and ID!" As he spoke, his hand cautiously touched the gun on his waist.

The three of them quickly exchanged glances. Monica stepped forward, reached into her chest pocket, and pulled out a card similar to an ID.

As a woman, and with her curvaceous figure, the two patrol officers' vigilance decreased significantly when they saw her pull out something similar to an ID from her chest.

"Sir, this is my ID!" Monica stepped forward and extended her fair arm to hand the ID to the patrol officer who was closer to her.

Just as the patrol officer reached out to take her ID, Monica suddenly grabbed his wrist, moved close to him, and with her free hand, she slashed his neck with her sharp nails. At the same time, Qiangwo, who had been stretching, suddenly swung his arm, and with a swoosh, a dagger handle appeared on the throat of the other patrol officer who was still in shock.

All of this happened in a split second. The two patrol officers clutched their necks and fell to the ground without even a sound.

Seeing the ambush succeed, Strangor called out, "Get in the car!" He knew that their three unique appearances made it difficult to escape even if they mixed into the crowd, so it was better to leave by car.

Monica and Qiangwo were about to get in the car when a patrol motorcycle arrived. The male officer on the motorcycle saw his two colleagues lying in a pool of blood and, without hesitation, drew his gun and pointed it at the white woman Monica, "Don't move, put your hands on the roof of the car, quickly!"

Monica didn't listen to him. Before he could finish speaking, she had already gotten into the car.

"Bang!"

After all, he was a veteran police officer with seven years of experience. Without hesitation, he fired his gun, but unfortunately, he missed the car window and hit the windshield instead.

"Crash!"

The windshield shattered instantly. Strangor, who was in the driver's seat, ducked down as soon as the officer's gun was aimed at him, and pulled out the Desert Eagle from behind his waist.

As soon as the .38 revolver fired, the crowd around them was stunned for a moment before screaming and scattering in all directions. At this moment, Strangor poked out half of his head, revealing one eye, and extended the Desert Eagle, firing at the male officer without any hesitation.

Ferron, who was at the west end of the street, heard the gunshots and, without a word, drew his newly issued Glock 17 and ordered Bao to, "Go start the car!" He then sprinted towards the source of the gunshots.

Although the male officer was in his first real combat, he was a member of the shooting club and had practiced a lot. Initially, he wasn't too afraid when he saw the black giant in the car extend a Desert Eagle, but when the white woman and the bald man also drew their pistols, he let out a cry, "Oh my God!" and rolled and crawled to the back of a small truck, where he was still hit by a stray bullet in the calf, causing him to convulse in pain.

The bloodthirsty Qiangwo, seeing the male officer dodge the first round of gunfire, wanted to get out of the car to finish him off, but Monica stopped him, "A large number of police will arrive soon, let's go!"

Strangor clearly agreed with Monica's view and immediately tried to start the car, but it wouldn't start. "Get out, let's walk!"

Monica and Qiangwo knew this wasn't the time to hesitate and immediately got out of the car. Just as they had taken a few steps away from the car, Strangor noticed Ferron running from the west, gun in hand.

Ferron, of course, also noticed Strangor and the others. As he shouted "Police" to identify himself, he opened fire.

As Strangor and the others took cover behind the car, they also fired at Ferron, though they didn't hit their target, several bullets grazed Ferron's skin.

"Damn, they're definitely professionals. It looks like these three are armed criminals," Ferron cursed and had to take cover behind a wall in a side alley. Before fully entering the cover, he fired a shot at the position where the others were hiding.

A spark in the not-so-bright sky drew a beautiful arc and directly hit the side of Strangor's head, instantly dyeing his entire left side red, even splattering red and white fluid.

When Xie Yixin arrived at the scene of the firefight, she saw this incredible moment and was deeply impressed by Ferron's marksmanship. If it weren't for the continuous gunshots, she would have gone over to ask for his autograph.

Monica and Qiangwo were also shocked by Ferron's shot, but they were experienced in combat and quickly changed their cover positions, alternating fire as they retreated, and more maliciously, occasionally pushing innocent bystanders in front of them to make Ferron hesitate.

At this moment, Bao had sneaked up behind Ferron, thinking he was too lax in his vigilance. To her surprise, Ferron, without turning his head, handed her his gun and said, "Let's switch guns!"

"What for?" Xie Yixin asked, but she immediately swapped weapons with Ferron.

After Ferron turned off the safety on Xie Yixin's gun, he said, "They're retreating. You stand in my position and fire occasionally to draw their attention, but don't shoot any innocent civilians." Without waiting for Bao's response, he sprinted down the side alley.

"Hey, hey!" Xie Yixin wanted to call Ferron back, but another round of gunshots came from the other side, making it impossible for her to even extend her gun, let alone fire back.

As Xie Yixin crouched, waiting for the gunfire to stop, she noticed a small mirror on the ground and realized why Ferron knew she was there. Although she still didn't understand why Ferron wanted to swap weapons, she no longer doubted his order to draw attention.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

As soon as the gunfire stopped, Xie Yixin extended her hand, poked out half of her head, and fired several shots. Although her actions were standard, in Ferron's eyes, it was a death wish. If Ferron had known she would react this way, he would never have let her stay there to draw attention.

Fortunately, Monica and Qiangwo had already started retreating after the previous attack. They only judged by the sound of gunfire and never imagined that the original shooting position had been taken over by someone else.

Ferron sprinted down the street, quickly recalling the map of the area and putting himself in Monica and Qiangwo's shoes to estimate their best escape route.

Monica and Qiangwo burst out of the side alley and forced a taxi to stop. They were smart enough to know that with a skilled pursuer like Ferron on their tail, they couldn't afford to use their guns. Instead, Monica, while pulling the driver out of the car, used her nails to slash his carotid artery. Ferron knew that if they managed to get away, it would be difficult to catch them, so he preemptively circled around to the intersection of Chater Road and Fleming Road, crouched behind a utility pole, and aimed his gun at the road.

"Screech—"

In just a few seconds, the sound of tires screeching on the ground grew louder. A taxi sped towards him, and Ferron immediately saw the white woman Monica in the driver's seat.

There were few cars on the street, but they still interfered with Ferron's shooting angle and timing. He had to focus entirely on the road, locking his gaze on the speeding taxi while keeping his eyes half-closed to avoid being detected. In his mind, he was constantly calculating where the white woman would drive the car after the tire was shot.

The taxi quickly entered the effective range of the Glock 17. Ferron murmured, "Now!" and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

At this moment, Monica and Qiangwo were like startled birds, still shaken by Ferron's previous shot. They had almost floored the gas, but after driving about 200 meters, Ferron's bullet hit the front tire, causing a loud explosion.

The taxi immediately lost control, veering into the sidewalk and a street lamp, finally stopping after knocking down the metal pole embedded in the ground. Miraculously, it didn't hit any other cars during the entire process.

Seeing this, Ferron rushed over with his gun. When he was about ten meters from the taxi, he slowed down, keeping his gun aimed at the car window and shouting, "Police! Get out slowly, put your hands where I can see them... I said, put your hands where I can see them!!"

Although Ferron was in a dominant position, he couldn't relax on the street, fearing that the suspects might shoot at the nearby civilians, which would end his career as a police officer.

Fortunately, the taxi had crashed severely. Monica, in the driver's seat, was slumped over the steering wheel, possibly unconscious. Qiangwo, in the back seat, was shaking his head, clearly disoriented.

Ferron yanked the car door open, which stunned the surrounding civilians. They thought the door was damaged, but in fact, Ferron had forcefully pulled it off.

"Get out now, or I'll kill you!" Ferron aimed his gun at Qiangwo's bald head, "Come out slowly! Get on the ground!!"

At this moment, Monica in the driver's seat moved slightly.

"Bang!"

The airbag, which had not deployed, suddenly popped out, pinning Monica tightly and startling Ferron.

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