Ultimate Firepower

Chapter 678 Your God

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, and Gao Yi certainly had experience with surviving a gunshot wound to the chest.

Gao Yi got into the car, pressed the start button, and the car started smoothly.

The car was definitely not intended for Gao Yi, but that certainly wouldn't stop Gao Yi from driving it out.

The important thing is to get out of there; we can't worry about what might happen once we're out driving.

Gao Yi stepped on the gas, and the car sped away along the route the president had taken during their evacuation.

There were guards at the exit of the underground parking garage, but Gao Yi did not encounter any obstacles when he drove out. However, seeing the people at the garage exit, Gao Yi did not dare to stop and ask for help.

Given the current situation, it's like mud has fallen into your crotch—it's all shit no matter what.

But I can't die.

Poor Gao Yi didn't even have a cell phone. He wanted to contact Xin Feng, Panetta, and Yuri. What he needed most right now was to make a few calls.

Any phone will do; find one quickly.

Gao Yi rushed out of the underground parking garage, drove past the special police cars that were blocking the road, and drove into the traffic of Manhattan's evening rush hour.

It was difficult to get out of the car to look for his phone, so Gao Yi stopped the car in the traffic and waited for the red light.

There are many pedestrians, New York is never short of pedestrians, but Gao Yi needs to have a clear understanding of his physical condition.

The dizziness grew stronger and stronger, his limbs felt weak, and he couldn't even control the accelerator. His vision would go black every now and then. If Gao Yi hadn't been using his superhuman willpower to hold on, he would have passed out long ago.

It's normal that an ordinary person would have died long ago.

Therefore, the idea of ​​getting out of the car to grab a phone from the roadside was unrealistic, and Gao Yi knew that if she fainted on the roadside, the best outcome would be for a passerby to call the police.

It's good that he received medical treatment from the police, but this place is too close to the hotel where the incident occurred. If he is found by the police, he will basically have no chance of waking up.

Then just pay someone to borrow your phone from a stranger and make a call.

Gao Yi was about to get out of the car to borrow a phone when the light turned green, so he immediately released the brakes and continued forward with the flow of traffic.

Just as Gao Yi was about to pull over, he saw a series of vehicles with flashing police lights speeding towards him from the front in his rearview mirror, passing by his car in the opposite direction.

It's really too difficult to distinguish between friend and foe.

Gao Yi was afraid that he would be killed before he even had a chance to speak. There were no pursuers behind him now, but once the enemy discovered the situation, the pursuers would arrive in an instant.

Forget it, to be on the safe side, let's try to stay away from the scene of the incident.

Gao Yi wasn't very familiar with the roads in New York, and he didn't know which road to take, especially since there were no side streets or main roads in Manhattan.

Gao Yi hadn't driven far when he seemed to see the iconic green space of Central Park.

If abandoning the car was the only option, then heading into Central Park would be a good choice. Gao Yi turned the car and consciously steered it onto the road adjacent to Central Park, the famous Fifth Avenue.

Gao Yi pulled the car over to the side of the road. He stopped, but didn't get out. Instead, he rolled down the window and shouted loudly to a man who had moved close to the driveway, "Sir, I'll pay you, can you..."

Gao Yi was breathless, barely able to speak a complete sentence. But the man, who was already in a hurry, quickened his pace upon hearing Gao Yi's call, almost jogging past Gao Yi's car.

Gao Yi pressed his hand against his wound, as if that would allow him to catch his breath. He looked at a woman walking quickly towards him, a middle-aged woman.

"Madam, please help me..."

Gao Yi called out, his voice weak. A luxurious Mercedes-Benz sedan, along with his young, handsome, and non-threatening face, made the woman relax her guard slightly, and she approached his car.

Gao Yi said in a low voice, "I'll pay you, please make a phone call for me..."

Gao Yi remained silent. His stop on the road blocked the passage of many cars behind him, and now cars behind him were honking their horns frantically. But that wasn't the key point. The key point was that when the woman approached Gao Yi and saw the bloodstains on his chest, she suddenly screamed and turned to run away.

Do Americans really have the virtue of being helpful?

Helpless, Gao Yi could only quickly step on the gas and speed away from where he was.

Even a hero can be brought down by a single penny, and a mobile phone can stump even the king of assassins.

Gao Yi drove a long way, past Central Park, and then he saw two women at an intersection ahead.

New York is relatively safe, but there are still streetwalkers.

Compared to places like Seattle and Las Vegas where streetwalkers are everywhere, there are very, very few streetwalkers in New York. However, they still exist on some streets where the police don't frequent.

Gao Yi stopped the car, opened the window, and this time without him having to call out, a woman immediately walked towards his car.

Wearing sky-high heels, red fishnet stockings, white shorts, and only a red tank top on top, this is considered her signature business attire.

She swayed to Gao Yi's car, leaned over the window, and said in a very provocative tone, "One hundred and fifty dollars for thirty minutes... Ah!"

Just as she finished speaking, the woman who had just quoted the price finally noticed the bloodstains on Gao Yi's chest. She screamed, then quickly turned around and ran away in her high heels.

At that moment, another woman who had missed getting in front of the car quickly stepped in.

A young girl, dressed similarly except for a black miniskirt and black fishnet stockings, leaned against Gao Yi's car window. She was incredibly thin, almost skinny.

"One hundred dollars for forty minutes... Oh shit!"

"Here's five hundred yuan, can I borrow your phone... to save me?"

Gao Yi spoke quickly, worried that the woman might run away too, but as he spoke hastily, he felt dizzy and then everything went dark, and he couldn't see anything at all.

Feeling dizzy? At this crucial moment, is it really time to give up?

Gao Yi decisively changed his approach, speaking in an increasingly weak voice, "I am a tycoon, save me, I will give you lots and lots of money, I will be your god, your God, I can grant you three wishes, save me..."

Gao Yi tried his best to demonstrate how strong he was, but he couldn't hold on any longer and finally fainted before he could finish speaking.

His head slumped to the side, and Gao Yi fainted.

The prostitute didn't turn around and run away immediately. She looked at Gao Yi, at the wallet in his hand, at his clothes and the bloodstains on his chest, and almost without hesitation, she suddenly opened the car door.

(End of this chapter)