Marvel Road to Survival

"This is the last time, this is the last time"

Kevin told himself this in his heart. Seeing more and more young people gathering on the street, all with bulging bags in their waists, he walked towards his little brother.

Three hours ago, a black Toyota Alpha without a license plate drove into Hell's Kitchen. Kevin received the order to keep an eye on the car and look for opportunities to tie up the people in the car. The person who issued the order was willing to do so. Pay headshot maniac Kevin yuan and elect him to be the boss of this street.

Time was very tight, because he was not sure when they would leave. Kevin only had time to call some of his brothers and set up roadblocks on the other two streets, leaving only Church Street, which was wide and lacked trail cover. He wanted to be here Take action.

The boys in Hell's Kitchen are very energetic. When it comes to the kidnapping business, everyone is incredibly skilled. As a new generation idol in these streets, Kevin has more to consider. He knows that in Hell's Kitchen, a trip is worth one hundred thousand. What does Chuan's action mean? If it's worth the price, people are likely to die, or many people will die.

The Toyota Alpha drove smoothly. The driver wanted to drive Vanessa directly back to the main road, but the nearest road was blocked by a construction sign, so he had to take a detour. There seemed to be a problem with the power supply in Hell's Kitchen tonight.

The car drove onto this street. Except for the street lights that were still on, the shops on both sides were dark. Even the churches and low-rent apartments in the distance had no lights on. Vanessa became alert and urged the driver to speed up. leave.

The driver stepped on the accelerator and drove the car to miles. A metallic reflection on the ground flashed in his field of vision, and then the Alpha's heavy body swayed, as if it had run over something.

"Ma'am, there are tire spikes and someone is going to attack you." The driver was very calm and held the steering wheel and accelerated again.

Vanessa immediately dialed Wesley's number in the back seat. She knew something had happened. Hell's Kitchen was no longer safe. She and Wesley could not be caught at the same time. As long as Wesley escaped, her safety could be guaranteed.

The Toyota Alpha has been modified so that the tires cannot be dealt with by punctured tires. The young man lurking in the shadows immediately panicked when he saw the commercial vehicle driving steadily past the roadblock. At this time, the old-fashioned Chevrolet in front turned on its headlights. The accelerator of the car was pressed to the bottom, and it was in a low gear and let out a low roar. Hit the side of the commercial vehicle.

The Toyota Alpha that was accelerating was knocked over. The car rolled over and started to roll. It flew into the air under the inertia, then hit the ground twice and rushed for more than meters before coming to a stop. The expensive business car had been deformed, and the four sides of the car were With his feet in the air, puffs of white smoke came out of the hood.

It took Kevin a long time to recover from the impact. He felt warm liquid flowing down his forehead, and his ears were buzzing. He pushed open the broken car door hard, and the front cover of the old Chevrolet had been flipped up by the impact. The front of the car looked like crumpled up waste paper.

As soon as he hit the ground, Kevin's feet went weak and he stumbled uncontrollably. The blood flowing from his forehead blurred his eyes. He wiped it off with force, shook his hand, pulled out the 911 from his back waist, shook it three times, and moved his feet unsteadily towards the Toyota. Alpha walks away.

Next to them, young people rushed past. They were howling and carousing, and they were all trying to fight. Some of them were high before they came, and they ran and fired, and they even knocked down their companions without knowing it. Kevin staggered forward, his ears were still ringing, he couldn't hear the gunfire, he only saw a flash of gunfire and someone fell to the ground.

He tried to wake himself up. He wanted to call out to the guys to warn him, but his mouth was open and he couldn't make a sound. He only felt dizzy in his head. He just wanted to lie down and sleep to relieve the fatigue all over his body.

"Who cares? Who cares about me?"

Kevin kept using his mother and yuan to remind himself to wake up and complete the task. With this money, he could move his mother out of Hell's Kitchen, or go to the countryside, or to his mother's hometown.

The younger brother or younger sister will be born in a good environment and accept the goodwill of everyone. He will live in the sun, receive a good education, grow up, or be a scientist or an artist.

Who cares about this, who cares whether it's a brother or a sister? As long as it's not here, Kevin muttered and moved forward.

His guys had surrounded the Toyota Alfa, and someone brought a sledgehammer to carve out the windows. However, the bulletproof glass was so strong that it was beyond imagination, and the sledgehammer couldn't do anything to it.

Another person brought a grinding wheel cutting machine from nowhere and was cutting the car door. Sparks were flying, and the young people were yelling and screaming, releasing their hormones that had nowhere to vent.

The car window opened a gap, and a dark gun barrel stuck out, the barrel of a long gun

The flame of the automatic rifle lit up, and bullets flew like rain. The young people fell one by one. Under the street lights, you could see large splashes of blood. Kevin was stunned. Familiar friends and brothers fell one by one. The young people were in chaos. Up, the street bullies began to scatter.

The cab door opened from the inside, and a strong man climbed out. He dragged an automatic rifle, raised the gun and fired. His marksmanship was extremely accurate, and someone fell down every time he fired.

Kevin walked faster and faster. He opened his mouth and let out a silent roar. The safety of the 911 in his hand had been opened. The hearing in his ears began to recover. His whole brain also recovered from the impact. He heard the sound of a rifle firing. , he still moved forward with firm steps, not caring about the one hundred thousand dollars or the dead and injured men.

He had only one goal, to kill the man holding the rifle. There was only one person's face flashing through his mind. That was his mother. Only by surviving could he go home and see her. Only by living could he give his mother hope of a new life. Only by killing him could he go home and see her. Only he can survive

"Come on come on come on"

Kevin let out a low roar, raised his gun and pulled the trigger. He rushed towards the man who was changing the magazine, like a moth to a flame.

Click, the 911 bullets were fired. The man was still changing the magazine leisurely. His face was hit by pistol bullets. Kevin's gun was steady and accurate. All the bullets hit his head, taking away a large piece of dough. , showing a metallic luster underneath.

Before the man could change his bullets, Kevin had already thrown him to the ground. The boy had a lot of experience in street fighting. He didn't reveal his dagger until the second before the attack, and slashed the man's belly from bottom to top.

The man grinned, threw away the rifle, and was stabbed in the stomach. He grabbed Kevin's wrist with his backhand, knocked him to the ground, and kicked him far away. The kick was so hard that Kevin felt half of his body unconscious. He tried to open his mouth to breathe, but a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. He struggled a few times but could not get up.

The driver succeeded in the attack and did not give chase. He just turned around and asked the owner for advice. The commercial vehicle overturned and she lost her means of transportation. In order to prevent subsequent attacks from the enemy, Vanessa had to move quickly.

Kevin was still struggling to get up, he wanted to escape, he wanted to live, but he had lost the courage to fight. Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps, and the black man with dreadlocks who had met Old Jack with him before ran out from nowhere and rushed over with two Molotov cocktails in his hand.