You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

"Bang--!"

A dark red No. 12 slug tore through the rain and struck the Mustang's side window.

Ward, his face grim, leaned half his body out of the car window, his Remington M870 emitting a deafening roar.

However, the heavy rain and turbulence generated by high-speed travel still affected the trajectory.

The shot didn't shatter the bald Rocco's head as Ward had expected; instead, it went wide, hitting the area above the Mustang's front wheel.

Sparks flew everywhere.

High-speed shrapnel and ricochets flew like blades, instantly slicing off half of Rocco's ear.

"Aaaaaah!!"

Rocco let out a strange cry and shrank back into the car.

But he showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he appeared increasingly manic and excited.

Under the combined effects of ice and adrenaline, his pain receptors were completely blocked.

It's important to understand that military-grade performance-enhancing stimulants are essentially the same type of substance as these drugs.

He even wiped the blood from his face and licked it with his tongue.

"Awesome! This is what I call awesome! Come on! Keep hitting!"

"Ward! Ceasefire!"

Leon roared, gripping the steering wheel tightly with one hand and slamming Ward's thigh with the other.

"Look carefully before you fire! That ricochet almost sent that Honda in the next lane flying!"

Lyon could see it clearly through the windshield.

The ricocheting bullet shattered the side mirror of a car in the next lane, startling it so much that it skidded and nearly crashed into the guardrail.

If civilians are accidentally killed during the pursuit, even if the person is caught, they will still be stripped of their identities.

Besides, dragging innocent people into this is not Lyon's style.

"But……"

Ward was panting heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

"No buts! We're on the edge of the downtown area right now!"

"Put the guns back! Use the radio! Tell command center the suspect's exact location and firepower!"

"We need roadblocks and tire deflation devices, not to play bumper cars with them here!"

Ward gritted his teeth, his chest heaving violently, but he ultimately obeyed Leon's orders, reluctantly pulling his gun back and grabbing the car microphone.

"1-William-20 calling... Suspect is armed with an automatic weapon... fleeing towards Pike Place Market..."

Leon ignored Ward, his attention completely focused on the Mustang in front of him.

I have to say, that young punk driving up ahead was pretty good.

Despite the interference of the two lunatics beside him, the Mustang continued to weave erratically through traffic like an eel.

Lyon didn't rush to crash into it.

Despite the extremely poor visibility and the combined effects of heavy rain and dim lighting, he still managed to keep the Ford Explorer firmly behind the Mustang on its left rear, thanks to his superb driving skills.

This is the edge of what is commonly known as the "PIT (stop zone)".

It can strike the other party's rear wheel instantly, causing them to lose control.

Retreating allows you to use the enemy vehicle as cover and avoid the firing arc of the MAC-10 in the passenger seat.

He hung there like a ghost, exerting terrifying psychological pressure on Dante, who was driving.

In the rearview mirror, several police cars that had originally tried to merge into the support lane from the ramp had been left far behind, reduced to mere blurry dots of light.

In this torrential rain with visibility less than 50 meters, the road surface was so slippery it felt like it had been coated with oil. Even the average patrol officer's Level 2 driving skills were simply insufficient.

If you follow even slightly too closely, the rear of your car starts swaying wildly, forcing you to slow down to save your life. You can only watch helplessly as the two mad dogs disappear into the rain.

Lyon glanced in the rearview mirror, no longer having time to criticize the other patrol officers' skills; the needle on his speedometer had already reached over 100 kilometers per hour.

At this speed, if the vehicle hits a deep puddle or slips even slightly, everyone in the car will instantly be killed or destroyed.

"The command center has replied!"

Ward gripped the roof handle tightly and roared:

"Due to weather conditions, the Air-1 (police helicopter) cannot take off! Damn it!"

"But SWAT (Special Police Force) has taken over!"

"They're setting up roadblocks and tire spikes three miles ahead at the entrance to the Spokane Street viaduct, which is their only route!"

"Three miles? Then I'd have to risk my life for two more minutes with these lunatics!"

Lyon cursed.

Just then.

The rear window of the Mustang suddenly opened, and Slim, the skinny, skeletal black man, was kneeling on the back seat, clutching an AK-47, aiming the gun at the relentlessly pursuing police car.

"Die, you demon!!"

In his hallucination, a monster with a gaping maw was chasing him.

"Da da da da da!!!"

The distinctive, dull gunshot of the AK-47 rang out in the rainy night.

"Dowdress!!"

Lyon's pupils contracted sharply as his dynamic vision caught the direction of the flames spitting from the gun muzzle.

He jerked his neck back and pressed Ward's head down.

"Crackling sound—!!"

A series of rapid impacts rang out.

The windshield of the Ford Explorer was instantly riddled with holes.

Ordinary police riot control glass can withstand pistol bullets and bricks, but it is inadequate against intermediate-power rifle rounds at close range.

Although it didn't completely shatter or disintegrate, the entire glass surface was covered with spiderweb-like cracks and white bullet impact points. Several bullets even pierced through the glass, grazing Leon's scalp and embedding themselves firmly in the headrest of the back seat.

"I can't see the road, damn it!"

Ward looked up at the shaky windshield and panicked. "Leon, slow down! We're going to crash!"

The car was still traveling at over 100 kilometers per hour, and ahead lay a series of curves. The windshield was completely obscured by a blinding white light, making it impossible to see the road conditions.

It was practically blind driving, but Lyon didn't apply the brakes.

In a sudden surge of adrenaline, his focus became completely concentrated. His willpower and agility, already exceeding 15 points, produced a wondrous synergy, and in his perception, the world almost stood still.

Through the cracked glass, he could still catch a glimpse of the red streak of light trailing from the taillights of the Mustang ahead.

"Hold on tight!"

"I absolutely will not lose them today!"

Ahead lies a near-vertical hairpin bend, followed immediately by the entrance ramp to the Spokane Street viaduct.

The four tires slid sideways on the slippery surface, the rear of the car trailing large plumes of white smoke and water vapor as the Lyon sliced ​​through the corner with an extremely dangerous drift.

The distance instantly closed

Ahead, red and blue police lights flashed everywhere, and several SWAT armored personnel carriers and regular patrol cars had already formed a defensive line across the middle of the road.

Dante in the Mustang had clearly gone completely insane, or perhaps he simply had no other choice.

Instead of slowing down, he attempted to accelerate and ram through the gap between the two armored vehicles.

"These lunatics are trying to overcharge!"

Ward's face turned green as he watched the roadblocks get closer and closer. "They're going to commit suicide."

"dream!"

At this speed, crashing into the roadblock would definitely drag a bunch of police officers down with him; I have to end them here.

At that moment, the system reacted again.

Congratulations: Your police special driving skill level has been upgraded.

[Police Special Driving: LV3→LV4 (Elite driver, professional race car driver/stunt driver or above)]

Is this the legendary feeling of man and machine becoming one?