MTL - Twenty Seven Years-Chapter 67 Armed! Armed!

  Chapter 67 Armed! Armed!

   "Uh!" The driver froze, and then he lost control, his hands habitually holding the steering wheel and throwing it to one side.

Verac grabbed the driver's collar with one hand and the back of the passenger's seat with the other hand, flipped into the passenger's seat neatly, stabilized the steering wheel, and opened the driver's door with difficulty. The dying driver kicked out.

  The driver's body rolled more than ten laps on the wet and water-logged road before stopping. His body twitched and was washed away by the torrential rain. The blood flowed into the sewer along with the rain, blending with the filth.

  The rear convoy passed him mercilessly and continued to pursue Verak.

  Watching himself being abandoned, the driver stopped struggling and collapsed in a pool of blood that was constantly being washed away and collected.

"boom!"

  The car door was closed, and Verak, who was sitting in the driver's seat and gripped the steering wheel tightly, couldn't restrain his trembling, panting heavily: "Huh...huh..."

   This was the first time Verak killed someone with his own hands. If the situation was not critical, he would die or he would die. It would be difficult for Verak to be so decisive.

The unobstructed but strange feeling of a knife being inserted into his neck made his hands a little weak. He smelled the mixed smell of blood and wet rain in the car, resisting the discomfort, and wiped the splashed water with his sleeve. The blood on the window continued to drive towards one side.

  Seizing the car is only the first step. If you take the car and think that you have escaped, it would be too naive. At this time, Fletcher and his team were still following him. If he didn't get rid of them, he would definitely die today.

  The speeding car splashed the water on the road, and Verac kept an eye on the situation behind. The Thomas family team headed by Fletcher discovered that the driver had been killed, and started to speed up and attached him.

Verak guessed that this group of people had guns in their hands. As long as he procrastinated for too long, or tried to lead them to a dense place, making them think that they were about to get out of control, they would definitely adopt the final plan, which is also the reason for Wei Lak. The last plan Rucker wanted - to shoot himself indiscriminately.

   One cannot resist aggressively, nor can one obediently obey.

  Verak had no choice but to delay the time temporarily, racking his brains to think about what to do.

  In this situation, the only one who can save him is the Equality Society. But everything happened too suddenly, and Carmine deliberately caught him off guard, so that he had no time to contact Daniel.

  The only one who can help now is himself.

  Villac thought about whether to go to the Rovid Hotel, save Nord and Diaz, and escape from Lazein with the five hundred and fifty thousand gold grams. Although the deal with Paramount, which accounted for the majority, fell through, five hundred and fifty thousand gold grams was still a huge sum of money, enough for him to live a luxurious life.

   This idea was overturned by him within a few seconds.

  Fletcher and the others bite too tightly, and there is simply not enough time for them to pick up Nord and Diaz, and doing so may lead to danger, and if they are not careful, they will end up playing together.

  No matter how bad the situation is at this time, at best, he was killed. Nord is under the care of Diaz. If the Thomas family wants to eradicate Nord at the same time, Diaz will help. With Diaz's mentality, it is easy to understand the situation. After saving Nord, the Rovid Hotel will definitely not be able to stay any longer. He will take Nord and 550,000 Jinke to another safe place.

   When the news of his death spreads, Nord will naturally understand the ins and outs of the matter. At that time, there is only one choice left for them, leaving the bodies of losers like Dempsey and Veraker, and leaving with money.

  Verak had already considered the worst outcome. He stared straight ahead, with sweat dripping from his forehead, and almost raised the speed of the car to the fastest speed, which also made the car a little bumpy on the not-so-smooth road.

  He tried to drive into the traffic flow, because Lazer’s mainstream cars were not too different in style. Taking advantage of the heavy rain, Fletcher and the others might confuse the target, so he took the opportunity to escape and try to contact Daniel and the Equality Association. It's a pity that the rain was too heavy, not to mention pedestrians on the road, not even carriages, only a few sporadic cars were driving normally, and it was impossible to try to mix in.

   There is no other way.

  Verak stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and let the car speed on the straight road.

  The violent rain made it almost impossible for him to see the front clearly. Too many memories flooded out at the end of his life, causing his brain to shut down and his thoughts to freeze at this moment.

   Are you going to die?

  Verak asked himself.

   Could it be that the reborn self still cannot change everything, the three of them will still die, and Diaz will still die on the street in order to protect his employer?

  All the struggles I have done, all the teeth and claws, are all meaningless?

   Shit!

  Verak's forehead was swollen with blue veins, and his eyes became ruthless.

  How could I be manipulated by others, trampled under my feet, treated as a parasite, a lowly inferior person!

   This lowly life, no matter how lowly it is, will never give up easily! Even if you want to die, you must bite off a piece of the enemy's flesh before you die!

  Verak let go of the accelerator, and at the same time slowly stepped on the brake, the car gradually slowed down and stopped with some skidding.

   Leaning on the back of the chair, Verak wiped his sweat and looked in the rearview mirror.

  Behind him, more than a dozen vehicles led by Fletcher stopped less than 20 meters away from him. It looks like a hunter teasing a prey that can no longer run.

  Villac rummaged through the car, finally broke off a wire from under the seat, wrapped it around his hand, leaving only a sharp part of less than three centimeters, and stood upright.

   Die, yes.

   "Boom!" Thunder whipped the air. Verak got out of the car, and the torrential rain drenched him instantly.

   Seeing Verak get out of the car, Fletcher also got out of the car with others. They each held a black umbrella, interspersed among more than a dozen cars, and stared at Verak indifferently.

  Verak wiped his face, the icy rain stimulated him to be extra energetic.

  The two sides confronted each other for about ten seconds. Verac looked up at the sky where the sun could not be seen, his face became firm, and he walked towards Fletcher with big strides.

   I don't know if it's a hallucination. In his opinion, Fletcher is now laughing under the umbrella.

   In this game, Fletcher won.

   "Heh..." Verac approached Fletcher with a sneer.

  He will no longer allow Fletcher to trample on his dignity, and if he is sure to die, then he will not let Fletcher feel the taste of victory!

  Hands holding the wire became tighter and tighter, and Verak's pace became faster and faster.

"boom!"

  Suddenly, a clear gunshot overwhelmed the sound of rain, shocking everyone present.

  Verak paused, lowered his head to check his body, he was not shot. And Fletcher, who was not far away from him, took two steps back in a panic, avoided behind the two security personnel, and shouted: "Who are you?!"

you?

  Verak turned his head and looked behind him.

   I don’t know when, behind him, there are crowds of people, and countless people in black raincoats are holding guns and aiming at Fletcher and the others.

  Three people walked out of the crowd and approached Verak.

   "Byne, Chloe, Morais..." Verac, who looked extremely depressed in the rain, opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't expect Equality to arrive in time at the last moment.

Morais, who had always advocated the arming of the Equality Association in the previous meeting, walked up to Verak, put one hand on his shoulder, and aimed the gun at Fletcher in the other: "Are you glad that you passed the meeting at the meeting?" Proposal from the Armed Equality Society?"

  (end of this chapter)