A few seconds after Wesley escaped, Fox realized that Carlos had also escaped without her noticing. "Damn it."
However, even though Fox knew that Carlos might have left, she knew that she was no match for Carlos. After losing track of her opponent, she didn't dare to make a move.
It wasn't as if she hadn't done something like hiding in the dark before. Fortunately, after waiting for a few seconds, the phone in her pocket vibrated.
After connecting, there was finally good news. Not only did the gun maker rush over, another repairman also followed the escaping Wesley.
The reason why Wesley was followed by the repairman was because this guy was scared and activated his superpower. His escaping speed could make a 100m sprint champion cry. If it weren't for his short height and short legs, he would definitely be able to run the 100m sprint in 6 seconds.
This made it impossible for the repairman who happened to meet Wesley not to notice him.
In addition, the four of them had seen the information in their hands before. Although it was night time, the repairman could still vaguely see that Wesley's face was similar to the one in the photo. While calling the gun maker, he immediately drove after Wesley.
With someone waiting outside, Fox cautiously rushed out of the restaurant. She drove her red sports car and called the repairman. Following his instructions, she chased after Wesley.
After chasing for a few seconds, she heard the repairman shouting that he was being attacked and that he needed backup.
Without thinking, she knew that the person who attacked the repairman was Carlos.
Fox thought for a while and said to the gun maker and repairman on the same channel as she drove, "Gun maker, go support the repairman. Just keep Carlos busy. I've been in contact with Wesley before. It's best for me to go find him."
"Understood, I'll go support him now," the gun maker replied.
"Hurry up, baldy. Drive the car. I can probably hold on for a while. Otherwise, you can just wait to bring my corpse back."
Facing Carlos from a distance, the repairman, whose shooting skills were average, could only shout at the gun maker without any ambition.
"Damn it, if you really can't do it, can't you drive away and lure Carlos away? Idiot. "
"Huh?" The repairman was stunned for a second before he immediately shouted, "Understood."
Unfortunately, as soon as he had this thought and put it into action, Carlos, who was following behind him, seemed to know immediately. He held the gun in his left hand and threw it out of the window. With a "bang", a bullet with an arc immediately hit the front left tire of the mechanic.
A high-speed vehicle with a punctured tire was no different from courting death. The car with the punctured front tire rolled as if it had been pressed down by a giant.
Fortunately, his luck was not bad. After the car lost control and rolled a few times, it fell directly into New York's Hudson River, saving his life.
When the gunsmiths who had already arrived saw all of this, they turned around and drove towards Forks without even thinking about it. Firstly, they lured Carlos away so that he wouldn't have to go to the repairman for reinforcement.
Secondly, the gunman knew that going after Carlos by himself was no different from seeking death. Only by joining forces with Fox, who was only slightly weaker than Carlos, would he have a chance to survive.
His sharp turn was quickly discovered by Carlos, who also turned the car around and chased after him.
Fortunately, the gunman's car was also a sports car. Coupled with the fact that they were a few hundred meters apart from each other, with this acceleration, Carlos, who was only driving an ordinary pickup truck, was unable to get close to the effective shooting range of the pistol.
After chasing for half a minute, Carlos suddenly turned a corner and disappeared from the sniper's sight. Seeing this from the rearview mirror, the sniper immediately shouted to Foxx, "Carlos might be looking for you. Be careful."
"Don't worry, New York is so big, how can he find me in such a short time?" Fox, who had already seen Wesley, replied with a smile. "I found the target, we'll meet at XX Street later."
"Understood." Hearing that Wesley had been found, the gunman heaved a sigh of relief and turned around to head towards XX Street according to Fox's instructions.
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Wesley, who was in a panic, probably lived in New York for too long. Even if he wanted to escape, he didn't dare to run into those small streets and alleys.
He only dared to follow the main road and used all his strength to escape for a few minutes. His chest felt like it was going to explode, so he had no choice but to slow down.
As soon as he slowed down, he, who rarely exercised and used up too much energy, suddenly felt so uncomfortable that he was about to die.
Fortunately, he knew that in this situation, he couldn't stop or sit down. He could only endure the dizziness and slowly walk.
Not long after, the roar of a sports car could be heard from afar.
Before Wesley could see his one-meter red sports car clearly, he heard an anxious female voice. "Get in the car, you're not out of danger yet."
"What?"
Without waiting for Wesley to hesitate, Fox opened the door of the passenger seat. "If you don't want to die, get in the car quickly."
Seeing that it was the beauty who saved him at the restaurant, Wesley didn't hesitate for long before he saw a pickup truck speeding towards him.
Just as he was about to turn and run, a gun was pointed at him before he could move. "Get in the car, or die."
This was the first time someone pointed a gun at him. Wesley immediately became obedient and sat in the car. Before he could put on his seatbelt, the sports car started to speed up.
"Sorry," Fox said to Wesley while driving. "In the situation just now, I could only force you to get in the car. Instead of letting the person who killed your father catch you and threaten us, I might as well get rid of you myself first."
"F * ck, God, why is this happening?" Wesley looked at Fox in horror. "Even if my father is the super assassin you mentioned, he's already dead. Why would someone want to kill an insignificant person like me?"
"Bang!" A bullet suddenly hit the sports car, scaring Wesley so much that he immediately shrank back and almost crawled into the passenger seat. He shouted incoherently.
"F * ck, could it be that my damn father killed the whole family of that bastard behind me? Drive faster, I don't want to die yet, drive faster."
"Quiet, quiet." Fox, who was planning to use his sports car's speed to get rid of Carlos, couldn't help but smile when he heard Wesley call his own father a bastard.
However, Wesley was like a scared mouse, chattering non-stop, making Fox, who was already nervous, irritated.
"Shut up, bastard, I'm driving."
Wesley, who was used to being scolded, immediately became obedient after being scolded by Fox. However, after the sports car took another bullet, Wesley panicked again. "I want to call the police. God, where's my phone? I want to call the police."
Hearing this, there was a police car in front of the sports car. Fox drove the sports car directly to the back of the police car.
Then, he stepped on the accelerator and pushed the police car in front of him to speed up. Then, he slowed down and accelerated again to the back of the police car. The police car immediately lost control and crashed into the anti-collision bucket on the road.
"F * ck, F * ck, what are you doing?" Wesley looked at Fox, who was smiling, in horror. "God, do you know what you're doing? You're attacking the police. God, if we're discovered, the New York police will beat us into a hornet's nest. "
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