Chapter 411 Things Always Change

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the community school started to let out, and yellow buses pulled busloads of students out of the school.

These twelve-year-old students were sighing and wandering around the school, preparing to kill some time and then go to the school cafeteria to have a decent dinner.

After that, they will go to the "evening self-study" invented by their principal. It will last until nine o'clock, and a school bus will take them home safely.

Shirley drove her black MPV out of school and drove straight towards her home.

The moment Shirley appeared on the road, many cars around her started starting up at the same time. The car chasing Shirley from a distance started to move slowly.

These people are all quite professional. They have been aware of their possible competitors before, but some have discovered them, and some can only feel them vaguely.

Now that everyone is suddenly on the road together, it's so obvious. Everyone became alert and just followed Shirley's car, not daring to act rashly.

Just as they were on alert and thinking about countermeasures, Shirley's car was hit from the side by a van at an intersection and rolled over.

A man wearing a gray hoodie jumped out of the truck, rushed to Shirley's overturned car, leaned into the back seat of the car and searched, then stuffed a small black object into his pocket. inside, then turned around and ran away.

This action of the man caused a huge reaction from the convoy behind. The originally calm street seemed to suddenly boil. More than a dozen cars accelerated rapidly and chased the man wearing a gray hoodie.

Fox drove the car, and Alvin sat in the passenger seat. Looking at the scene in front of him, he pressed the radio on his ear in surprise and said: "These agents are really desperate. Fortunately, Shirley is not in that car. Senhant is so fucking rude to his own people."

As he spoke, Alvin called again: "Benji, how are you? Are you dead?"

At this moment, Ethan Hunter's voice suddenly entered the communicator, "What's going on there? Why didn't Benji reply? It's been almost a minute since our agreed time!"

Alvin was stunned for a moment, glanced at Fox who was driving, and cursed: "FUCK is not Ethan Hunt, let's chase him quickly. We can't let those people know that the battery is fake!"

As Fox accelerated, Alvin called Benji again and said, "Benji, are you dead? If you're not dead, just call back and I'll have someone pick you up."

Benji, who was pretending to be Shirley, struggled to break away from his seat belt and said painfully on the radio: "I'm fine. That person is not Ethan Hunt. Go chase him!"

Alvin was relieved now. If something happened to Benji because he was pretending to be Shirley, he would definitely feel uncomfortable.

Alvin pressed the radio again, this time switching to the public channel, and said, "Frank, where are you?"

Frank said solemnly on the other end of the radio: "I saw that guy, he got into a black Chevrolet SUV, and I was chasing him."

Ethan Hunter suddenly intervened and said: "Don't worry, I'm catching up with him too. Let's stay far away, someone will trouble him first.

We have to find them all without missing anyone. "

Alvin didn't care. After Benji was knocked over, the matter basically had nothing to do with the school. As long as he caught the bastard and took the battery back to his side, he would be completely free.

After that, he accompanied Ethan Hunter to complete the 30% of the tasks, so that his ranking on the CIA's blacklist would drop down.

Fox was quite excited and followed the guidance of Shirley, who was also the driver over there, and chased their car.

The black Chevrolet SUV shuttled through the evening rush hour traffic at extremely fast speeds, trying its best to get rid of the pursuers behind it.

Just as the Chevrolet was about to leave Hell's Kitchen and enter Brooklyn, a bullet from an unknown source hit the cab of the Chevrolet.

The sudden death of the driver caused the Chevrolet to lose control and roll horribly. It rolled seven or eight times on the road, damaged several passing cars, and the Chevrolet came to a stop.

Five men in suits, with shiny bald heads and barcodes printed on the back of their heads, rushed to the side of the Chevy with pistols.

They had a tacit understanding. Facing the pursuers who were chasing after them, four of them held their guns to stop them. One of them opened the back door of the Chevrolet, pulled out the man in gray who had fallen dizzy, and began to search for what they wanted. Want something.

On the roof of a residential building in the distance, a handsome bareheaded codeman was holding a sniper rifle to cover his accomplices.

The bald code man's eyes were fixed on the scope, with almost no expression on his stern face. Every time he fired, he was able to stop a pursuing car.

Faced with this terrifying marksmanship, the chasing cars stopped one after another. Many people with automatic rifles began to use the cover of the vehicles to shoot at the bald head who was searching for the man in gray.

At this time, several groups of forces that were supposed to be hostile to each other united in a tacit understanding and wanted to get rid of these extremely powerful bald men in suits first.

A fierce gun battle broke out at this moment, with various types of bullets flying over the street.

The Chevrolet SUV was parked at the junction of Hell's Kitchen and Brooklyn. Faced with the bullets whizzing in, people on both sides had completely different reactions.

The crowd in Brooklyn was screaming and running around, and various vehicle collisions and crowd stampedes followed one after another.

Fortunately, the pursuers here were targeting the barcode bald heads, and their bullets were fired at them, so they did not cause too many casualties. Only a few unlucky ones were knocked to the ground by stray bullets, howling in pain.

It was a different scene here in Hell's Kitchen. No one was too panicked. The first reaction of almost most people when they heard the gunfire was to lie on the ground.

Then they realized that it was not directed at them, so they would not stand up rashly, but slowly crawled towards the roadside shops or alleys.

In a roadside cafe, the big boss Pluto is negotiating with several gang bosses in Brooklyn. He’s ready to officially expand his “marijuana dispensary.”

Sitting in the booth, Pluto wore a hip-hop outfit, with a gold chain about four or five thumbs thick hanging around his neck. He held a cigar in his hand and looked at the three gang bosses sitting opposite him with disdain. Said: "Now is a legal society, why do you always want to do illegal things? I have completely let go of the drug business, and I have also given up the channels. If you want it, just go for it yourself."

As he spoke, Pluto glanced proudly at his lawyer sitting in the corner, and said with a smile: "I am a serious businessman now and will no longer participate in these things.

What we are talking about now is a pharmacy. You only need to be responsible for finding a good storefront, and I will arrange for people to decorate it.

You don't have to pay a penny, you just need to ensure that no one comes to trouble me, and I will give you 30% of the sales profit as a reward every month. What are you still hesitating about? "

The three black bosses looked at each other and nodded without thinking. One of them said: "I will find someone to talk to the people in several pharmacies when I get back and make them bastards. This will be faster than your redecoration." More, can you give me more shares?

Pluto, we've been having a rough time lately, the bastards out there are crazy and we're spending too much money trying to deal with them.

Recently, there is always a lunatic with a skull on his head and a fire coming out of his body who is hunting our little brother. We need money very much! "

Pluto shook his head contemptuously, pointed the cigar in his hand at the gangster opposite, and said with a smile: "I am a serious person, and I don't lack the money for decoration.

I came to talk to you because I understand the rules and I don’t want to step over the line. Otherwise, I can go to your territory to find a pharmacy by myself.

I'm doing serious fucking business, can you still stop me? The police have to protect me! "

As he spoke, Pluto took a puff of his cigar and said domineeringly: "Listen, I don't want to cause trouble. Everything in my pharmacy must be legal. This is not difficult for you at all."

At this moment, there was a fierce exchange of fire outside. Pluto instinctively looked outside the window and found that it was a group of people he didn't know who were fighting.

A bullet also hit the bulletproof glass in front of him, causing the glass to crack like spider webs.

Pluto glanced at the panicked Black Boss opposite, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, it's safe here~~"

As soon as Pluto finished speaking, another bullet hit the bulletproof glass on his side, which made him lose his temper and shouted angrily: "What the hell is going on, Old Bud?" Woolen cloth?"

An old Mexican man walked out of an office in the cafe and shouted to Pluto: "Pluto, what's going on? Is this the trouble you, a son of a bitch, caused? My These glasses are very expensive!”

Pluto looked at Old Bud angrily and cursed: "I'm on your fucking territory, you ask me what's going on? Get rid of these sons of bitches, I still have to talk about business!"

How long has it been since Hell's Kitchen started fighting? Are you still okay? I can ask my men to help you, but you have to treat me today! "

Old Bud angrily gave Pluto the middle finger, waved to his clerk, and shouted: "Open the door of the store and let all the unlucky people on the road come in. Take out the guns and RPG, and find some People go to the second floor to protect the neighbors.

FUCK I'm gonna beat the shit out of these bastards. "

Pluto laughed loudly and looked at the ugly old Bud, and shouted: "Old man, give them some~~"

Before Pluto finished speaking, his eyes widened and he was surprised to see Alvin and Fox walking in from the back door of the cafe wearing black couple's suits and holding guns in their hands.

Alvin smiled and patted Old Bud on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Old man, I think I have seen you before!"

When Old Bud saw Alvin, he nodded excitedly and said, "Yes, we met twice in the bar, but we didn't talk.

Hello, Principal Alvin, I am Old Bud, from this street! "

Alvin watched the cafe open its door and let the passers-by climb in. He said with satisfaction: "It seems that you are a qualified boss. Let your people be careful. You may not be able to deal with the people outside."

As soon as Alvin finished speaking, an RPG was launched from the second floor of the cafe, blowing up a gunman's car and several gunmen by the way.

Old Bud spread his hands towards Alvin and said, "My men are a little anxious. Principal Alvin shouldn't mind!"