Marvel: The Imposter Inventor

Chapter 56 Chaos Escalates
After Luca and Dunshan finished speaking, everyone exchanged glances and understood their thoughts.

In the current situation, even if they manage to shake off those crazed gangsters, they won't be able to get rid of the police helicopters overhead.

Moreover, these gangs swarming in from all directions may not be so easy to deal with.

Rather than risking a rollover at any moment and getting stuck with these people, it's better to find a place to abandon the vehicle.

If they are careful, without such a large target as a car, they should be able to escape quietly.

Without hesitation, the driver in front, Wrench, stepped on the gas and sped off towards the Hudson River.

Just as Luca and his group identified their target and began to turn, the gangsters who had been following them all along were still busy.

At this moment.

A large pickup truck, its body covered in a jumble of patchwork metal plates, sped forward at the very back of the pursuing convoy, leaving a trail of sparks and lightning.

This otherwise ordinary large pickup truck has been modified by some brilliant mind.

The vehicle body not only has metal armor that is probably intended for bulletproof protection, but also has a sharp ramming horn fixed to the front by several iron pipes.

The sides of the car were densely wrapped with barbed wire, and even the four wheel axles were fitted with four sharp blades that looked like triangular pyramids in a rather punk style.

As the car drove down the street, it was as if a fully armed barbarian heavy cavalryman had suddenly infiltrated a group of modern people.

It drove recklessly, showing no intention of avoiding other vehicles at all.

At this moment, a shirtless burly man standing on top of the vehicle was waving a Molotov cocktail and mocking the weaklings around him.

"Hahaha~ Get the hell out of my way! Vladimir's convoy is behind us! Anyone who doesn't want to die, get the hell out of my way!"

As he roared wildly, he pulled a submachine gun from between his legs and fired wildly into the sky.

The golden bullet casings clattered and fell onto the roof of the car at his feet.

Unfortunately, despite his loud shouting, and the fact that some vehicles did indeed choose to give way, he was not the only one to succeed him.

But that's just because most people don't want to miss the chance to show their faces because of a car accident.

In fact, at this point, most of the other gangs didn't really take him or his so-called 'Boss Vladimir' seriously.

What's more, all around them were the roar of engines and the constant sound of gunfire.

It's hard to say how many people could actually hear what he was saying.

The muscular man felt a surge of anger and embarrassment when he saw that the car in front of him only moved aside slightly and no one else paid any more attention to him.

He actually threw the Molotov cocktail in his hand at the Jeep next to him.

The Molotov cocktail, mixed with alcohol and gasoline, exploded with a 'bang' inside the Jeep.

The intense flames instantly engulfed the entire vehicle.

Terrified screams erupted from inside the jeep.

The unfortunate guy, who already had half his body sticking out of the car, ready to fire at any moment, was instantly engulfed in flames and gasoline, and screamed as he burst out of the car window.

The burning jeep skidded wildly and crashed into a nearby building.

"boom--"

A fireball exploded and rose into the air.

Seeing the results of his Molotov cocktail, the muscular man burst into laughter again.

"Hahaha~ You idiot, daring to block my way! Get out of my way, all of you! Pfft~"

Just as the burly man was excitedly admiring his victory, several bullets struck his bare upper body simultaneously.

The muscular man looked down with a somewhat confused expression.

On his chest, several bright red blood holes were randomly arranged, as if mocking his arrogance and madness.

At that moment, the pain of being pierced by the bullet hadn't actually reached his brain, but the muscular man still coughed up blood and fell backward. Meanwhile, inside the news van...

Green Bull, who was fiddling with explosives beside Samira, just happened to see her raise her gun to aim at the man and fire.

He asked with a somewhat strange expression.

"Tarantula, why did you hit him? That kind of madman might continue to disrupt the pursuers' advance."

Upon hearing Green Bull's question, Samira, who was changing magazines, merely glanced at him before turning back with a cold expression, though she didn't forget to say something.

"Letting exhibitionists run around in the streets will set a bad example for children!"

After saying that, Samira ignored the reactions of the others and raised her gun to fire again.

Thresh, who had been laughing wildly and shooting at a chasing car, suddenly paused upon hearing this, then stole a glance at Luca, who was still focused on checking the road conditions.

Thinking back to his usual style on the battlefield, his movements became a bit stiff, and his laughter and curses subsided considerably.

However, at the same time, everyone was surprised to discover...

Gunfire suddenly erupted from the pursuing convoy, which had been moving smoothly.

More importantly, the flashes from those gun barrels weren't aimed at their news van at all.

Or rather, those cars that were originally following behind, just flooring the accelerator, were now firing indiscriminately at their nearby 'comrades'.

Well, the reason for this is actually due to the shots Samira fired earlier.

just now.

After being shot several times in the chest by Samira, the muscular man fell backward.

However, when he was standing on the roof of the car, he was hooking the backs of his feet onto the haphazardly connected metal pipes on the car body to prevent himself from accidentally falling off.

Therefore, after being shot and falling, he was not directly thrown off the roof of the car.

Instead, it slammed heavily onto the wire on the roof of the car with a loud 'bang'.

This incident, instead of killing the man immediately, brought him to a moment of clarity due to the pain from the impact and the spikes.

Unfortunately, the burly man, who had been admiring his victory, had no idea who had fired the shot at him earlier.

In his dying moments, he didn't care about anything else, so he simply gripped the trigger tightly with his index finger and wildly swung his arm.

He presented his parting gifts to all the vehicles on one side of the road.

Meanwhile, his underlings in the car also noticed that their boss had been shot, fallen to the ground, and fired back. They naturally assumed that their boss was retaliating against the enemy who had shot them.

Without a moment's hesitation, the henchmen immediately raised their submachine guns.

He started firing at his boss's targets one by one, all the while cursing under his breath.

"Go to hell! You filthy worms from the gutter!"

However, the modified pickup truck was originally in the middle of the convoy.

Because the vehicles in the vicinity were quite far from the news van, not many gang members actually chose to fire.

After all, not everyone has the superb marksmanship and excellent equipment of the members of the Down A Squad.

Their current actions are like lighting a powder keg.

The nearby vehicles that were attacked were stunned for a moment, then immediately began to retaliate while cursing.

Gunfire erupted in the middle of the convoy in an instant.

It even overshadowed the gangsters who were actually chasing them from the front.

(End of this chapter)