The car troop advanced.
As Jack predicted, another four waves of assassins assaulted consecutively.
But they were not the real threat, and were soon dealt with by the Grand Freemasons members who were lurking nearby.
Isaac was looking at the map the whole time, gauging the estimated time they would reach the slum.
His face tensed up as they approached the slum.
foresee the aggressive assassinations that were about to unfold in the slum, which would be so much more intense than the current assassinations they were dealing with.
Even when he was the Mafia Boss of the Grand Freemasons, who had seen almost everything in the field, cold sweat dripped down from his forehead.
Looking outside the window, Jack looked calm and silent.
But his right hand grabbed the revolver tightly and placed it carefully behind his waist.
All of a sudden, the sound of an engine’s roar sounded behind them.
A yellow McLaren caught up with them and was driving side by side with Jack’s car.
Jack narrowed his eyes.
There was an obvious dent at the front of the yellow McLaren.
He frowned, “Is this the car that was tailgating our car troop?”
Isaac, who was staring at the map, trembled a little and raised his head to look outside the window. He nodded, “It seems so.”
“It’s moving fast, it catches up with us even after the accident.”
Jack’s brows slowly furrowed, “But now it slows down to drive by our side.”
With that said, Jack suddenly turned to Isaac and their gaze met.
Isaac’s face froze.
They simultaneously became frantic.
“Assault!”
Isaac roared.
At the same time, they both ducked under the seat.
Bang!
With a gunshot sounded, a bullet hit the bullet-proof window.
The impact was so huge the crack on the window immediately spread throughout the window glass.
With the sudden gunshot.
The Grand Freemasons member who was driving was caught off guard and lost control of the wheel for some distance.
Right after that.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
……
What sounded like the strafe of an AK47 burst into everyone’s ears.
The journey that was calm just a second ago had now turned tense, which created a sudden messiness in the car troop.
And the car Jack was in took all the bullets from the rifle poking out of the McLaren.
The car was full of bullet holes.
Everyone in the car would’ve been dead by this point if it wasn’t for the fact that the car was modified with bullet-proof system.
Jack and Isaac lied on the ground at the backseat, trying to avoid the shots as much as possible.
Listening to the strafe of the rifle, Isaac cursed while covering Jack’s body, “Damn, that wasn’t an accident at all. They broke in the troop and made us drop our guard so they could find out which car we’re in!”
“Mafia Boss, they’re tailgating us!”
The member who was driving the car screamed frantically.
With a wicked expression, Isaac looked outside through the cracked window.
The McLaren was like a yellow lightning, keeping a close distance of about two meters from their car.
And the rifle poking out of its window was breathing fire.
“Hold it, hold it down!”
Isaac roared into the walkie-talkie.
The next second, a car moved out from the front and rear troop respectively towards the McLaren’s lane, blocking its mobility completely.
But before the troop could react, the McLaren suddenly went wicked and drifted, crashing into Jack’s car.
Bam!
The car trembled at the forceful impact.
Roaring like a beast, the McLaren pushed Jack’s car sideways forcefully with its beast-like horsepower. The front of the car sparkled furiously.
“They want to crash us?”
A hint of cold smirk emerged at the corner of Jack’s lips.
A normal McLaren was no match for a specially modified bullet-proof car in terms of robustness.
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