Law America, the Devil's Agent

Chapter 92 Speed ​​of Life and Death: I Will Keep You Alive

The penthouse suite at the Montier Private Hotel.

Inside the room, the low hum of brass instruments was drowned out by the laughter of several well-dressed teenagers.

Ferran leaned back in the center of the sofa, a relaxed smile on his carefree face.

Sitting next to him were the assistant vice principal of Sacred Heart Elementary School, Crawford and Mosley, as well as several heads of other affiliated institutions of the Philadelphia diocese.

The creaking door to the private room was pushed open.

Everyone's eyes turned to the doorway at the same time.

It was Hughes who changed into a decent set of clothes, losing some of his ruthless decisiveness and gaining more of the smell of alcohol and desire.

Ferran stood up, opened his arms, and said loudly, "Gentlemen, please allow me to introduce Mr. Hughes, the owner of Flamingo Private Security Company, and a person personally recommended by Mr. Tom Gallagher of our Overbrook district."

He can solve those troublesome hidden dangers for us.

So I specially invited him to our gathering, please give him a round of applause.

"Pat pa pa"

A round of enthusiastic applause erupted in the room.

Hughes stood under the light, his hands slightly clasped together.

"Thank you all for your enthusiasm. I have made thorough plans and arrangements to address the problems you all want to solve."

Our company's most elite agents have all been deployed to ensure no survivors and no future threats remain.

The crowd erupted in an even louder cheer.

Ferran nodded in satisfaction, raised his glass high, and announced loudly to the strains of jazz music, "Then let the music continue, and let the dancing begin!"

The music started again.

The greedy zombies embraced the boys and girls again, raising their champagne glasses. Alcohol and enhancers mingled in the hazy mist under the lights.

Hughes took the glass of wine handed to him and joined the party with a smile.

He leaned back on the sofa armrest, clinked glasses with Crawford next to him, and chatted about the need for security contracts for the parish and elementary school.

Several other customers handed over their orders.

Having done this, he now has a ticket to this circle, and it's time for him to start making some money.

The socializing continued, and the atmosphere reached its peak.

Hughes looked happy and relaxed.

"Crunch"

The door to the private room was pushed open once again.

He was one of Hughes's men, stationed at a temporary command post outside to monitor the operation's progress in real time.

He leaned close to Hughes' ear and whispered, "Boss, the assault team's mission has failed!"

"Um?"

Hughes turned his head to the side.

"The two targets fought off several members of the assault team at the restaurant entrance and have now fled the scene in a vehicle."

The pursuit team is tailing the target vehicle into the dark alleyways of the old town.

But the other party's driving skills were exceptionally high.

"alright."

The crisp sound of Hughes slamming down his glass immediately silenced the reporter.

He turned to look at the ongoing song and dance performance in front of him: "Continue with the second plan. Order all mobile teams to move forward. Activate the third encirclement ahead of schedule."

Tell Commander Bunch, I will not accept defeat!

The reporter nodded, turned around, and quickly left the private room.

Ferran turned around from the dance floor, saw the expression on Hughes's face, and then his gaze shifted to the closing door of the private box.

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

Hughes put on a relaxed smile again.

"It's nothing, Mr. Ferran."

Just wait for the good news.

Dark alleys in the old town.

Link held the steering wheel with one hand and the gun in the other, resting it on the edge of the car window.

His eyes darted rapidly between the road ahead and the rearview mirror, while the sports car's engine roared through the narrow alleyway.

In his mind, all the route references transmitted in real time by Los's spies were being superimposed on the actual terrain in front of him.

Ample information combined with strong driving skills:

This allows him to automatically generate a 3D map in his mind of every intersection, every one-way street, and every corner filled with garbage cans from residential areas.

This forgotten labyrinth of Philadelphia's old town felt more familiar to him than the asphalt of any racetrack.

"Link! Behind you!"

The black car on the left is catching up!

Costello turned his head from the passenger seat and looked through the shattered rear window at the situation behind him, his voice trembling with fear.

Several shards of glass were embedded in his left forearm, which had been splashed in a few minutes earlier when a bullet shattered the rear window.

He pressed his right hand firmly against the wound, blood seeping from between his fingers and dripping down his arm onto the floor mat.

Link didn't answer. He jerked the steering wheel sharply to the left, the car tilting as it turned into a narrower one-way street.

The road is lined with the back walls of old brick houses on both sides, and the middle is only wide enough for one car to barely pass through.

He glanced at the rearview mirror:

The black Ford Explorer had just turned the corner, its front end already protruding into the alleyway entrance.

Several other vehicles are flanking from other directions.

The walkie-talkie antenna swayed on the Ford's hood as the people inside reported their positions to other groups.

"They're holding on very tightly."

Costello gritted his teeth as blood seeped from between his fingers: "And they were talking to each other on walkie-talkies, trying to block us from the front."

"I know."

Link switched the gun to his other hand, his gaze rapidly shifting between the front and the rearview mirror.

It's quite obvious that this pursuit team is very experienced.

Instead, they adopted a tactical approach, attempting to force him into a pre-set interception point.

These people's methods are quite sophisticated, exactly the same as the car chase methods Daniel described to him in casual conversation years ago.

He once said that the fundamental principle of car chases is:

Wolf pack tactics.

As they flew the kite, the alpha wolf approached, and the pack of wolves circled around to encircle it.

Use a small number of bites to force the main tail, then create lateral pressure by taking turns approaching.

The main advantage is the sheer number of vehicles.

The ultimate goal is to force the target vehicle to make a mistake on the road, thus forcing the target into a fixed ambush point.

And this black Ford is the alpha wolf!

Link's mind was racing at that moment.

He knew what to do!

He swerved the steering wheel again, turning the Aston Martin into a narrower alley.

The alleyway was piled high with garbage bins overflowing from the residential area, and sparks flew as the car body panels and metal buckets scraped against each other.

really!

In the rearview mirror, the black Ford followed.

Just as he was about to pass a small intersection where several passing vehicles were converging, Link braked suddenly, reducing his speed from 60 miles per hour to 20 miles per hour.

"Damn it! Link, are you crazy?! Why did you suddenly stop the car?!"

Costello exclaimed.

"You take the steering wheel!"

After Link finished speaking, he quickly turned around and drew his gun, as if he wanted to bite the alpha wolf back at this moment!

The black Ford was following too closely, and when faced with the sudden shooting posture, the driver and passenger were terrified!

They had witnessed Link's marksmanship firsthand.

So, instinctively, the driver swerved to avoid the collision, and the right side of the car crashed into an old brick wall at the center corner of the intersection.

The car veered off course and got stuck at the corner of a small intersection in the alley.

But the gunshots I remembered never came out.

But then I suddenly heard a loud roar.

The sports car suddenly accelerated wildly and sped across the intersection.

The people in the Ford were dumbfounded.

feint?

Before they could even readjust their speed.

"Thump"

Subsequently, the second pursuing dark blue Chevrolet collided with the rear of the black Ford from the right side at the intersection. The impact caused both vehicles to lose their chasing speed simultaneously.

"Boom!"

The third car narrowly braked on the left, preparing to swerve around the pursuer and continue the chase.

But Link had vanished without a trace.

"Their two cars collided—and it seems they can't move."

Costello turned his head to look back, incredulous.

"That's their tactic."

At that intersection, if I didn't stop, three cars would have stopped me from behind and to the left and right at the same time.

That was the perfect place for them to capture me.

"Keep pressing on the wound, don't let go."

Link remained vigilant.

He turned the steering wheel to the left and onto a main road on the outskirts of the old town, and the car's speed increased again.

In the rearview mirror, the pursuing vehicles regrouped and continued to tail him, but the distance between them had increased significantly.

These people are indeed strong-willed; the two-car collision in the alley just now did not break them.

He needs to find an opening to retaliate before the next interception.

He glanced down at the navigation.

Mankla's location sharing signal is approaching this direction simultaneously from three blocks away, while Daniel's signal is still further away, but it is also moving at high speed.

His reinforcements were gathering, but the enemy's encirclement was gradually tightening.

The old town has limited exits, and the other side is using these natural traffic nodes to block his way out.

Costello leaned back in his seat, his breathing becoming rapid and shallow.

His face began to turn pale, and blood continued to seep from the wound on his left arm where broken glass had pierced him.

He felt his consciousness gradually fading.

The hum of the car's air conditioning, the roar of the engine, and the faint sound of police sirens in the distance all seemed to be blurred and distant, as if they were covered by water.

He suddenly remembered the smile on Ferran's face when he pushed the bunch of keys in front of him in the office that morning.

That smile looked so natural and warm at the time, but now, looking back, every smile line looks like a trap made of snake scales.

He was so stupid. He sat on the sidelines in the investigation office for so many years, suppressing so many complaints from people who weren't even trying to uncover the truth, yet he never realized that they had been protecting each other all along.

He thought he was just protecting the church's reputation, but in reality he was erasing evidence for the perpetrators.

Now even the people who wiped up the evidence are being eliminated.

Link.

Costello spoke, his voice very soft.

"you say."

"I probably won't last much longer."

Everything you need is in that brown paper bag under the passenger seat.

I made a backup in the AI ​​system, but the paper documents must be submitted to the court. If I—”

"It's too early to go see God at this time."

Link interrupted him.

"From what I've observed, your injury isn't very serious."

"But—they—"

Costello turned his head to look back at the pursuers.

Press the wound firmly and lower your head.

I said I would keep you alive.