After Luca and Shield Mountain finished speaking, everyone exchanged glances, fully understanding their intentions.
In the current situation, even if they could shake off the frenzied gangsters, the police helicopters in the sky would be difficult to escape.
What's more, the gangsters swarming from all directions might not be so easy to deal with.
Rather than risking a potential rollover at any moment and continuing to be entangled with these people, it would be better to find a place to abandon the car directly.
As long as they were careful, without the car as such a large target, they should be able to escape quietly and successfully.
Wrench, who was driving ahead, did not hesitate upon hearing this, immediately stomping on the accelerator and heading towards the Hudson River.
Just as Luca and his team determined their destination and began to turn, the gangsters who had been following them closely had not rested.
At this moment.
A large pickup truck, its body covered in messy, patch-like metal plate armor, was rapidly surging forward from the very end of the pursuing convoy, sparks and lightning trailing behind it.
This originally very ordinary large pickup truck, it was unknown which clever individual had modified it.
Not only did its body have metal armor, possibly intended for bulletproofing, but its front was also fitted with sharp ramming horns secured by several iron pipes.
Both sides of the vehicle were densely wrapped with barbed wire, and even the four wheel hubs were rather punkishly fitted with four sharp blades resembling triangular pyramids.
The entire vehicle driving on the street was like a fully armed barbarian heavy cavalry suddenly mixed in among a group of modern people.
It crashed through everything, showing no intention of dodging other vehicles.
At this moment, a shirtless burly man standing on top of the vehicle was waving a Molotov cocktail in his hand, mockingly laughing at the weaklings around him.
"Heh heh heh heh heh ~ All of you damn well get out of my way! That's Big Brother Vladimir's convoy behind me! Those who don't want to die, damn well move aside!"
As this person roared wildly, he also pulled out a submachine gun from his crotch and haphazardly fired into the sky.
Golden bullet casings 'clinked and clanged' as they fell onto the car roof at his feet.
It was a pity, despite his loud shouting, and indeed some vehicles choosing to give way.
But that was only because most people didn't want to miss this opportunity to show off due to a car accident.
In fact, at this moment, most of the other gangsters didn't really take him or his 'Big Boss Vladimir' seriously.
Moreover, the surroundings were filled with roaring engines and continuous gunfire.
It was hard to say how many people truly heard what he said.
The muscular strongman felt somewhat enraged when the vehicle in front only moved slightly aside and no one else continued to pay attention to him.
He directly threw the Molotov cocktail in his hand backwards towards the jeep beside him.
The Molotov cocktail, a mixture of alcohol and gasoline, exploded with a 'bang' on the jeep's body.
A dense blaze instantly engulfed the entire vehicle.
Screams of terror immediately erupted from inside the jeep.
The unlucky fellow who had originally been half-protruding from the car, ready to fire forward at any moment, was instantly enveloped in flames and gasoline, directly screaming as he burst out of the car window.
The burning jeep skidded wildly and crashed into a nearby building.
"Boom—"
A fireball of explosion rose.
Looking at the results of his Molotov cocktail, the muscular strongman burst into wild laughter again.
"Heh heh heh heh heh ~ Idiots still daring to block the way! All of you go to… Pfft~"
As the strongman was excitedly admiring his results, several bullets simultaneously struck his bare upper body.
The muscular strongman looked down with a somewhat bewildered expression.
On his chest, several bright red bullet holes were randomly arranged, as if mocking his arrogance and madness.
At this moment, the pain of being pierced by bullets had not yet reached his brain, but the muscular strongman still coughed up blood and fell backward.
On the other side, inside the news van.
Green Bull, who was fiddling with explosives beside Samira, happened to see her raising her gun to aim and shoot at that person.
He asked with a somewhat strange expression.
"Wolf Spider, why did you shoot him? That kind of lunatic might even continue to disrupt the pursuers' advance, no?"
Hearing Green Bull's question, Samira, who was reloading her magazine, merely glanced at him before turning back with a cold expression, not forgetting to say,
"Letting that kind of exhibitionist run wild on the street will corrupt children!"
After speaking, Samira ignored everyone else's reactions and raised her gun to fire again.
On the contrary, Hammer Stone, who had originally been laughing wildly while firing bursts at a pursuing car, suddenly paused upon hearing this, then secretly glanced at Luca, who was still focused on checking the road conditions.
He also thought about his usual demeanor on the battlefield, and the movements of his hands stiffened a bit, his laughter and curses becoming much quieter.
However, at the exact same time, everyone was surprised to discover that.
Among the pursuing convoy, which had previously maintained stable operation, gunfire suddenly erupted.
And more importantly, the muzzle flashes were not directed at their news van.
Or rather, those pursuing cars that had originally been following behind, merely stomping on the accelerator, were now firing completely at their nearby 'companions'.
Well, in fact, the reason for this was truly due to Samira's previous few shots.
Just a moment ago.
After the muscular strongman was hit multiple times in the chest by Samira, he directly fell backward.
However, because he had hooked his insteps onto the randomly connected metal pipes on the car body when standing on the roof, to prevent accidentally falling off.
Therefore, after being shot and falling, he was not directly thrown off the roof.
Instead, he landed with a 'thud', heavily on the barbed wire of the car's roof.
This not only didn't immediately kill the shot man, but instead gave him a moment of clarity due to the pain from the impact and the sharp barbs.
It was a pity that the strongman, who had been admiring his results, hadn't noticed who had fired the sneak attack on him earlier.
Before he died, he didn't care about anything, simply pressing his index finger firmly on the trigger and wildly swinging his arm.
He sent his farewell gift to all the vehicles on one side around him.
And the subordinates inside the car below him also noticed their boss being shot and falling, as well as his firing in 'retaliation', naturally assuming that their boss was retaliating against his enemies.
Without a moment's hesitation, these few subordinates immediately raised their submachine guns.
They began to spray fire at the targets their boss had shot at, one by one, while continuously cursing.
"Die! You bugs from the gutter!"
However, this modified pickup truck was originally in the middle of the convoy.
Due to the distance from the news van, not many gangsters in this vicinity actually chose to open fire.
After all, not everyone had the precise marksmanship and excellent equipment of Dao A Squad.
Their current action was like igniting a powder keg.
The attacked vehicles nearby were momentarily stunned, then immediately cursed and began to retaliate.
For a time, gunshots and fire erupted throughout the middle section of the convoy.
Even overshadowing the gangsters who were truly pursuing ahead.