Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Chapter 322 Two Suckers (Please Subscribe)

Jackie Chan and Wu Liuyi met up in the grove and pushed their motorcycles to the side of the road to wait.

When the bread truck came from the back door, the two of them started their motorcycles and followed.

To avoid being spotted by the drug dealers in the van, which could alert them and disrupt the subsequent operation, Jackie Chan didn't even turn on his motorcycle lights.

Using only their night vision, they followed the van by its headlights.

Because of Miao Lian's special status, the vendors on the bread cart dared not dispose of the body at will and had to do so outside the area of ​​Yuanshan Township.

That way, even if the body is discovered later, the blame can be shifted to the Ma family, preventing them from getting into trouble.

Therefore, the van traveled a long distance, and after driving for half an hour, it had already left the area of ​​Yuanshan Township and was still driving forward.

Moreover, the further the bread truck drove, the more desolate the surrounding environment became.

"That's about it. Turn on the lights, accelerate, overtake, find a place to crash, and we'll stage a robbery to bring Miao Lian back."

"clear!"

Upon receiving Jackie Chan's order, Wu Liuyi turned on the headlights and began to accelerate.

As the throttle was shifted from second to third gear, the motorcycle quickly picked up speed, running much faster than a bread cart on the three dirt roads.

In less than 2 minutes.

The motorcycle caught up with the bread truck and sped past it.

When passing the bread truck, Wu Liuyi deliberately played a little trick, acting like a thug and honking his horn all the way to show off.

The vendors on the bread cart were from the Ma family, who were used to running rampant in this area and had never known what it meant to be tolerant.

Provoked by Wu Liuyi's words, the driver's temper flared up, and he cursed, "Where did this little brat come from? He's got a death wish!"

"Stop saying so much, teach him a lesson, speed up and run him over." The peddler in the passenger seat was even more arrogant.

Upon hearing the hawker's encouragement from the passenger, the driver's eyes flashed with malice. Having already tasted blood, the driver stepped on the gas without hesitation.

"Boom!"

The engine roared.

As a bread truck with an unknown power source that thrives under pressure and has never had a rival, its speed suddenly increased under the slam of the snorkeler's floorboards.

The bread cart ended up on the back of the motorcycle due to the violent jolting caused by the road surface.

Wu Liuyi, who had deliberately provoked the book vendors so that he would have a reason to crash his bike, immediately started shaking the handlebars after the rear of his bike was hit.

The motorcycle started twirling on the road, and it looked like it was about to fall to the ground.

"Good riddance, let these little bastards die from the impact."

The passenger in the front seat was excitedly shouting in the car. The driver had delivered his fatal blow, and seeing that the motorcycle was about to crash onto the road, he also released the accelerator.

"Clang!"

The motorcycle struggled for less than ten meters before completely losing its balance and crashing onto the road.

The bread truck then stopped.

It's not that I'm worried about killing someone, but that if the bread cart crashes into the motorcycle, the bread cart will be smashed, and then the body won't be able to be buried.

The two book vendors were still not satisfied with just hitting the motorcycle.

To teach those arrogant motorcyclists a lesson, to show them who they shouldn't mess with, and to finally vent my anger.

The van had barely come to a stop for a second when two drug dealers got out.

He stormed up to the motorcycle and launched into a tirade of profanities at Wu Liuyi and Jackie Chan, his spittle flying everywhere, displaying his arrogant and domineering nature.

Wu Liuyi was very good at playing the subservient grandson. As he got up from the ground, he kept apologizing in a low voice.

But when Jackie Chan stood up from the ground, his nearly two-meter-tall behemoth still startled the book seller and attracted all their attention.

Just as the two turned around, Wu Liuyi pulled a pistol out of his pocket.

In an instant, his expression changed, and he shouted fiercely, "Don't move if you don't want to die! My brother and I are wanted by the police, and we need to borrow your car to escape. It's better to pay up than risk disaster, so don't be ungrateful."

Upon hearing Wu Liuyi's threat, the two book vendors finally shifted their attention away from Jackie Chan.

The driver threatened coldly, "Do you know where you are? Do you know who we are? We're Boss Ma's men. Before you robbed us, didn't you even bother to find out?"

"I don't care who the hell you are."

Wu Liuyi interrupted Bao Cheng's words, pointed the gun forward and shouted, "I've come all the way from SC Province, and I've killed at least eight or ten people. I don't care about a couple more. If you say another word, I'll kill you too."

Jackie Chan then pulled out his pistol and, together with Wu Liuyi, threatened, "You have three seconds to put your hands up and turn around."

Both Wu Liuyi and Jackie Chan's acting was very realistic, and the two book vendors thought they had encountered a formidable opponent.

Faced with the choice between saving their lives and showing off, the two drug dealers had no options whatsoever. Even though they were seething with anger, they had no choice but to suppress it.

Under Jackie Chan's coercion, he raised his hands and turned around.

The fugitive was truly capable of killing; the two of them wouldn't dare gamble with their lives.

Wu Liuyi walked up and skillfully searched them, taking out their pistols and wallets, which he then put into his own pockets.

Not letting any money slip by makes the two look even more like fugitives.

"Big brother, it's done. Two fat fish, and quite a bit of money on them," Wu Liuyi said happily.

"Let's go, get in the car."

Jackie Chan turned and walked towards the car.

"Hey, you guys..."

The peddler remembered there was a corpse in the car and instinctively thought that if it were discovered, it would cause them trouble, so he wanted to try to salvage the situation.

"Shut up!"

Wu Liuyi interrupted the peddler again, backing away as he warned, "Don't try anything funny, my gun doesn't have eyes."

"This car, you guys..."

"Third brother!"

The passenger in the front seat tried to argue further, but the driver yelled at him.

Wu Liuyi and Jackie Chan successfully got into the van, restarted it, revved the engine, and sped off, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

"Second brother, why won't you let me tell you? If the police find the body, it'll be a real problem. The boss will kill us both."

The third brother said with great dissatisfaction as he watched the bread truck drive away.

"What corpse? What does it have to do with us? Weren't those two fugitives the ones who killed them? If the police catch them, they'll be caught red-handed, and they can't clear their names no matter what." The second brother had a profound smile on his face.

"Haha, Second Brother is the smartest."

The third brother suddenly realized and laughed loudly, "This saves us a lot of trouble. We don't have to bother. Those two unlucky guys will take care of everything, haha."

"Third brother, in our line of work, you can't just act recklessly; you have to use your brain."

The second brother nodded smugly, then turned around and shouted, "Let's go back to town. We still have enough time. We can find a place to have some fun."

(End of this chapter)