Seeing that he was about to catch up with the red supercar, Cross couldn’t help but show a smile. The Brotherhood wanted to take his son? No way. However, at that moment, urgent police sirens blared from both sides. Cross glanced left and right—more than ten police cars were closing in on them.

Although these police cars were quickly left in the dust, forced to eat Russell’s exhaust, Cross knew very well that there must be a roadblock ahead, and maybe even armored riot vehicles.

“Damn it, the cops are really efficient today. They’ve never been this fast before!” Cross said, looking annoyed.

Russell rolled his eyes. The ex-cop didn’t feel like talking now.

In the red supercar ahead, Firefox, running low on ammo, gave up on fighting back, climbed back into the driver’s seat, shoved the upright Wesley aside, and steered the supercar into the regular traffic lane, trying to blend in with the police cars and slip away unnoticed.

Russell followed into the regular lane, and as he turned, he skillfully shifted gears and drifted, inching closer. This distance was already within Cross’s perfect shooting range, but at some point, a police helicopter had appeared in the sky, its searchlight shining directly on the box truck.

Russell frowned. “Something’s not right. If I’m not mistaken, the police seem to be targeting us!?”

Cross didn’t even look up and replied directly, “It must be Sloane. He’s got connections with the senator, and people inside the police department.”

“So, what now? Do we keep chasing?”

Cross’s face was expressionless. “Chase!”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three bullets fired in quick succession. Time seemed to slow down as the special threaded bullets arced through the air, precisely taking out the remaining three tires.

The tires were critically hit, flew off, and the red supercar was left with only its rims, yet it stubbornly kept speeding forward, though much slower now.

Russell floored the gas pedal—no, it was already floored. The box truck rammed into the back of the Dodge Viper, pushing it forward.

Bang! Bang!

Firefox fired two shots back. Russell ducked to avoid them, and the box truck slowed down, falling back a bit.

Russell complained, “What are you doing? Cover me!”

Cross glanced unwillingly at the red supercar. “There’s a sniper nearby, a Brotherhood assassin. Let’s get out of here!”

Hearing this, Russell immediately hunched down without asking where the sniper was. In this area, Cross was the expert—it wasn’t his place to question.

In the distance, a row of police cars formed a barricade, with two black armored riot vehicles looming like beasts. Russell knew there was no way to get Wesley back tonight. Even if they did, the two of them didn’t have enough firepower to escape, not to mention the helicopter above—just a few flashbangs from that would be enough to take them out.

Russell yanked the steering wheel, making the box truck drift sideways into the oncoming lane, spinning the front around and speeding off in the opposite direction.

Firefox saw Cross giving up in the rearview mirror and couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, then stepped on the brakes.

The Dodge Viper’s braking system… wasn’t great. No one had ever managed to make an emergency stop at high speed in this car, so the red supercar ended up crashing into the police cars blocking the road. As for the two rows of spike strips the police had set up, the red supercar, now running on metal rims, couldn’t care less.

Four SWAT officers rushed forward—two pointed their guns at Firefox and Wesley, while the other two took them into the riot van. Firefox cooperated the whole time, and the SWAT officers didn’t give her any trouble. Wesley, on the other hand, had his arms twisted behind his back and was handcuffed.

Inside the riot van, Firefox took back her M1911 from the lean Black SWAT officer, sighed, and leaned back in her seat. Tonight’s experience had been anything but pleasant.

The Black SWAT officer was the Brotherhood’s core member, ‘Gunsmith’. He ignored Wesley’s shocked expression and asked directly, “Firefox, you almost failed. What happened?”

Firefox winced at the memory, holding her forehead. “Cross found some amazing driver from who knows where. I’ve never seen such insane driving skills…”

“All right, you can report this to Sloane yourself. We’ll take Wesley back first.”

On the other side, Russell managed to shake off the police cars behind the box truck, but the helicopter in the sky stuck to them like a shadow. He drove the truck into a busy downtown area, parked, and then he and Cross slipped into the crowd, quickly disappearing.

The two took a detour by taxi. Cross found a sedan in a remote garage, and Russell drove them back to the factory.

This time, Russell drove much slower. The ‘Character Card: BABY’ effect had worn off. Unless he drew it again, it would be hard to pull off another high-speed chase.

But it didn’t matter. For a top-tier driver like BABY, just a bit of experience was enough for Russell to fake being a veteran.

【Ding! Host has acquired skill: Vehicle Driving Mastery!】

This wasn’t a one-time skill, but a permanent one.

【Skill: Vehicle Driving Mastery (Still a ways from master or car god, but in the eyes of newbies, you’re already an untouchable veteran driver)】

Chapter 12 Mr. Smith