Lucas lowered his eyes slightly, his expression solemn.

It seems that after they came out of the gate, the other party sent people to track them in order to disrupt their thinking and make them ignore the possibility that there might be a locator on the car.

This method is really comprehensive.

Forget it.

Lucas gathered his chaotic thoughts and began to calm down and eat.

At the same time, he was thinking to himself that Alex would come over to keep him company, and that would probably happen soon.

It shouldn't take long.

......

The situation on Alex's side was exactly as Lucas expected.

He had just driven eight kilometers when he realized that he was being followed again.

He continued driving calmly, while carefully observing how many cars were following him.

After a rough estimate, I found that the other side had as many as six cars.

There are only two of us on this side.

If the other party is carrying weapons or something like that, it will be troublesome.

Alex glanced at Sebastian, who noticed his gaze and blinked at him with a silly look on his face.

That look was completely innocent.

Alex pursed his lips slightly and retracted his gaze.

Forget it, let's just try to get rid of them.

With this in mind, Alex drove towards an area with heavy traffic.

At the same time, he couldn't help but sigh that if Lucas were here, he could probably come up with a more perfect way to deal with it.

Lucas could really help out a bit, like scattering nails or something.

It's a pity he's not here.

There were no nails on the car.

But it doesn't matter, even though Sebastian can't help, he won't make trouble either.

My driving skills are pretty good, so as long as there are no unexpected situations, there are only six cars, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

After driving for a while, Alex successfully got rid of several cars by taking advantage of the traffic lights.

However, within five minutes, they found that the other party had caught up with them again.

Alex looked in the rearview mirror, frowned, and cursed under his breath.

How could it be so fast?

Alex caught a glimpse of the Tidal Drive sign out of the corner of his eye and understood instantly.

Relying on their familiarity with the road conditions, they drove directly into the tidal lane, which was tantamount to taking a shortcut in a complicated situation.

Alex saw this scene and couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "Damn it!"

His eyes revealed anger and unwillingness, his teeth were tightly biting his lower lip, and the veins on his forehead were slightly bulging.

The situation is extremely critical at this time!

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and then concentrated on driving again.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His eyes were as sharp as torches, staring firmly at the road ahead.

In a state of tension and concentration, I unconsciously stepped on the accelerator and the vehicle accelerated instantly. The navigation's urgent voice warning of speeding suddenly rang out in the narrow space inside the car.

But he couldn't care less. Those pursuers were like swords hanging over his head, which could bring fatal danger at any time.

There was only one thought in his mind: he had to get rid of them!

I don't know when beads of sweat appeared on my forehead and slid down my cheeks.

But he was completely unaware of it, and was completely focused on just hoping to get rid of them again.

Alex thought he was a pretty good driver, but the other driver didn't seem to be bad either. He was following behind him, not too far or too close, just enough for him to see him and feel anxious, but not to lose him.

Alex has always been confident in his driving skills. In the past, he has always been able to handle various road conditions with ease.

However, at this moment, he felt unprecedented pressure.

He observed the situation behind him through the rearview mirror and found that the other vehicle was following him closely, at a distance that was neither far nor near, as if it had been precisely calculated.

Every time he tried to speed up and create distance or change lanes to get away, the opponent would always catch up just in time, as if he could see through his every move.

Alex couldn't help but feel anxious. The feeling of being bitten tightly but unable to get rid of it made him a little irritated.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white from the effort, and his eyes kept scanning the road ahead and the situation in the rearview mirror, trying to find an opportunity to break through.

His brows were furrowed, beads of sweat gradually seeped out of his forehead, and his heartbeat continued to accelerate as the situation became more tense.

"How could this happen?" he thought to himself.

The opponent's driving skills were obviously not to be underestimated. This evenly matched pursuit made him feel pressured, but at the same time it also aroused his inner fighting spirit.

How could I fail?

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and thought about his next response strategy.

A bridge appeared ahead, and there was less traffic here than on the previous section of the road.

Alex's eyes lit up instantly, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness.

He drove towards the bridge without hesitation, thinking to himself: as long as he could perfectly avoid the traffic and speed up, he would be confident that he could pass through here quickly.

He imagined that once the traffic on the bridge gradually increased and became congested, the pursuers would no longer be able to easily turn around and take a shortcut.

Only when we get off the bridge will they have a chance to catch up.

Although there was only a short time difference, it was enough for him to drive a long way.

That way, there will be no danger of being chased in the short term.

Alex drove onto the bridge at lightning speed.

He had hoped to take this opportunity to get rid of the pursuit, but when he saw the situation on the bridge clearly, his heart sank to the bottom.

There was no one on the bridge, and the road was blocked tightly by roadblocks. The surrounding vehicles that seemed to be driving normally now gathered around, and the unfamiliar faces showing through the car windows all had unfriendly and mocking expressions.

Alex suddenly realized that he had fallen into a trap!

From the very beginning, the other party was deliberately leading him to the bridge in order to intercept him here!

"Damn it!" Alex cursed inwardly, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but was quickly replaced by determination.

Without any hesitation, he quickly turned the steering wheel, trying to turn the car around and rush out.

At this moment, gunshots rang in his ears like thunder, the car body shook violently, and Alex could feel the car beginning to shake unsteadily.

His heart was beating so hard that it seemed like it was going to jump out of his throat, but he knew very well that he must not panic at this moment.

He clenched his teeth, suppressed his inner panic, and tried his best to ignore the vibration of the car body and the terrifying gunshots.

He held the steering wheel tightly with both hands and looked ahead firmly.

He continued to drive the vehicle steadily, looking for an opportunity to break through.

Sebastian subconsciously turned his head and looked back, but all he saw was the empty bridge surface behind the car and the road extending into the distance.

Other than that, there was nothing unusual.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered what Lucas had just said in the morning that he could look at the rearview mirror, so he hurriedly turned his gaze to the rearview mirror.

When he saw this, his eyes widened immediately.

In the rearview mirror, they saw the other vehicle approaching, and the men were holding guns and firing at them indiscriminately.

Their expressions were wild and wanton, as if they were playing a fun game.

Bullets flew rapidly through the air, bringing up creepy air currents wherever they passed, as if they could cut the surrounding air apart.

In addition to being terrified, Sebastian also felt an inexplicable anger surge in his heart.

How dare you "play" with him like this?

When had he ever been treated like this?

He had always been the one in control of the situation, but now he was in such a passive situation, which greatly challenged his self-esteem.

He looked at Alex and asked in confusion: "Why don't we just go down and fight them directly?"

We have guns, too.

There was no trace of the fear in his tone.

Instead, that hint of anxiety and confusion was particularly obvious.

In his opinion, it seems that directly confronting the opponent is a natural and feasible solution.

Alex was concentrating on controlling the vehicle at this time, trying to keep it stable amid the hail of bullets.

He had no time to care about Sebastian's question, and just squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "Shut up!"

Sebastian pursed his lips slightly, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. He was really confused about Alex's reaction.

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