In New York, although the New York police often did things that made people angry and called them idiots, as the largest police department in America, they had advanced technology.
Plus, New York looked prosperous but the crime rate was always high every year. All the police officers were always on edge.
When they heard that someone dared to attack the police and caused two of their colleagues to be seriously injured and wait for rescue, the other police officers were united in their anger and were dispatched very quickly.
Within a few minutes, more than ten police cars were parked in the middle of the road at an intersection a few kilometers away from Fox and Carlos. Dozens of guns were pointed at the intersection.
These police officers had made up their minds. If they dared to resist arrest, they would shoot the two people who dared to attack the police and have a gunfight on the street into a hornet's nest.
William who was watching everything through the virtual imaging system at home was engrossed in it when Sunday suddenly reported, "Sir, I just received a message from the police. These police officers who are lying in ambush at the checkpoint have no intention of persuading them to surrender. They'll open fire as soon as they suspect that they're trying to break through the checkpoint.
"According to my calculations, the probability of Miss Fox safely passing through the checkpoint set up by the police is 14%. Once a gunfight breaks out, the probability of Mr. Wesley Gibbs being injured by dozens of guns is 70% and the probability of him dying is 41%."
"F * ck, does that mean the two police officers who were hit by Fox are dead?" William asked in surprise.
"According to the conversation I've monitored, one of the two police officers who were hit is indeed in a very bad condition."
"Ha, if the police officers are dead, Fox will be wanted by the entire America. As for Wesley, he won't have a good ending either."
Thinking of this, William who was lying down could not help but sit up. He frowned and said, "No, I'm planning to let Wesley join Kingsman after the Assassin Brotherhood's training ends.
Not only can we not let him die, but we can't let him be on the Americans' wanted list either. "
After thinking for a few seconds, William said to Sunday, "Infiltrate the New York police's command system and obtain the operation command password. Then, disguise yourself as Wesley and call the police saying that you've been kidnapped. With this police record, it'll be much easier to deal with it later."
"Yes, sir."
Looking at the virtual image, Fox's car was getting closer and closer to the checkpoint. William could not help but feel worried. He had promised Carlos that Wesley would be safe. Otherwise, there would be no less than 500 self-destructing spider robots in the textile factory, the headquarters of the Assassin Brotherhood.
To get rid of those assassins, William only needed to issue an order in the middle of the night to kill everyone in the textile factory.
Fortunately, it took less than five seconds for Sunday to crack the command system of the New York police and tell the sheriff at the checkpoint that not only was there a hostage in the sports car in front, but the hostage was also the son of the man who was chasing after them.
What worried the sheriff even more was that the person chasing after them was an undercover agent on a secret mission. Therefore, the person on the other end of the phone asked the sheriff to make way for them, lest the agent with a special mission be distracted from his mission if something happened to the hostage.
Although the order was not given by his superior at the police station, the operation password was correct. Plus, if there really was a hostage in the car, once the hostage was accidentally injured in the crossfire, as the sheriff, he would be sued.
Therefore, after thinking about it for a few seconds, the sheriff decided to make way for them. Anyway, if something went wrong in the end, he was just following orders, and the responsibility would not fall on him.
This guy was very straightforward. Sunday just asked him to make way for them, but he drove away with the police officers.
Without the checkpoint, the speed advantage of the sports car driven by Fox was quickly reflected. In less than ten minutes, the distance between her and Carlos was getting bigger and bigger.
Looking at Carlos who was chasing after him, William had to remind him, "Eleven kilometers to the textile factory. Don't forget that our current mission is to act. We have to kill our way into the Brotherhood's lair alone."
Hearing William's reminder, Carlos was stunned for half a second before replying, "Sorry, I saw Wesley being taken away with my own eyes. For a moment, I thought it was real. My mind was in a mess, and all I could think about was getting Wesley back.
I forgot about the plan, but if I don't chase after them, it will seem too fake. Wesley might be in danger instead. "
"No, you probably don't know, but Wesley has already awakened his superpower. Now, even if Sloan thinks that Wesley isn't your son, he won't let him go."
"So, you should take it easy and think about how to deal with the assassins that Sloan sent to follow you. Don't fail miserably and really lose yourself."
"Wesley awakened himself, are you sure?" Carlos asked in surprise and joy.
"Of course, I'm very sure, because no normal person can run 100 meters in 6 seconds for a few minutes before stopping," William said with a smile.
"That's good, it seems that putting Wesley in danger is indeed beneficial to his growth." Carlos looked at the bridge that led to the textile factory in the distance. He knew that as long as he crossed the bridge, he would definitely be ambushed by Sloan.
Therefore, one kilometer away from the bridge, Carlos stepped on the brakes and stopped the car by the roadside. He asked Sunday about the assassination team.
Hearing that Sloan had found six people to take advantage of his appearance to kill him, Carlos's lips curled into a mocking smile.
Carlos wasn't surprised that someone would come to kill him. With Sloan's ruthlessness, it was rare for him to find an opportunity to appear, so of course he wouldn't let it go.
However, if they were to send out six of their best fighters at once and strike at the same time when he was unprepared, he might really be caught off guard.
But now, not only did he know the number of people, even the whereabouts of these six people were known to Sunday at any time. Then, it wouldn't be the six people hunting him, but he would be the one hunting them. Moreover, if he killed these six people, then there would really be a few people in the Brotherhood who could be considered experts.
As he thought about it, he heard Sunday's warning that the assassins were only 300 meters away from him.
This was the main street and too close to the textile factory, so it wasn't suitable for him to fight. Therefore, Carlos turned the steering wheel, turned around, and left. Then, he asked Sunday to inform Bob Lee Swagger to ambush in a canyon outside New York City. Carlos planned to deal with these people who were following him there.
When he heard his subordinate report that Carlos had left, Sloan was both disappointed and not too surprised. If it was so easy to ambush Carlos, then Carlos wouldn't have lived for so long.
Fortunately, it wasn't without results this time. Not only did he find Carlos's son, but he also made Carlos, who had been missing all this time, appear. He turned to the person beside him and ordered, "Did the assassination team follow him?"
His subordinate covered his ears and said a few words through the walkie-talkie, "The six-man team has secretly followed him. This time, they definitely won't let him escape."
"I hope so," Sloan said with uncertainty.
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