After Luca and Shield Mountain spoke, everyone exchanged glances and understood their plan.
In the current situation, even if they managed to shake off the frenzied gangsters, the police helicopter overhead wouldn't be easy to evade.
Moreover, the gangsters swarming from all directions might not be so easily dealt with.
Rather than risk being overturned at any moment while dragging things out with these people, it was better to find a place to abandon the vehicle.
As long as they were careful, without the large target of the vehicle, they should be able to slip away unnoticed.
Wrench, driving in front, didn't hesitate upon hearing this. He floored the gas pedal, speeding towards the Hudson River.
Just as Luca and his team confirmed their objective and began to turn, the gangsters tailing them hadn't been resting.
At this moment.
A large pickup truck, its body covered in haphazard, patch-like metal armor, was charging forward from the very rear of the pursuing convoy, trailing sparks and lightning all the way.
This originally ordinary large pickup had been modified by some "genius."
Not only was the body covered in metal armor likely intended for bulletproofing, but the front was also fitted with a sharp ram reinforced by several iron pipes.
Barbed wire was densely wrapped along the sides, and four spike-like blades resembling triangular pyramids were punkishly installed on the axles of the four wheels.
Driving down the street, the vehicle looked like a fully armed barbarian heavy cavalryman suddenly intruding among a group of modern people.
It charged recklessly, showing no intention of dodging other vehicles.
A shirtless burly man standing on top of the vehicle was waving a Molotov cocktail and mocking the "weaklings" around him.
"Zehahaha~ Get the fck out of the way! This is Boss Vladimir's convoy behind us! If you don't want to die, move aside!"
While roaring presumptuously, he pulled a submachine gun from his crotch and fired wildly into the sky.
Golden shell casings clattered onto the roof beneath his feet.
Unfortunately, despite his loud shouting and the fact that some vehicles did make way...
Most people just didn't want to miss the chance to show off due to a car accident.
In fact, the vast majority of other gangs didn't take him or his "Boss Vladimir" seriously.
Especially now, with roaring engines and continuous gunfire all around.
It was hard to say how many people could actually hear what he was saying.
Seeing that only the vehicle in front moved slightly aside while everyone else ignored him, the muscular man felt humiliated and angry.
He backhanded the Molotov cocktail at the jeep beside him.
With a bang, the cocktail of alcohol and gasoline exploded on the jeep's body.
Intense flames instantly covered the entire vehicle.
Panic-stricken screams erupted from inside the jeep.
The unlucky guy who had been leaning halfway out the window, ready to fire forward, was instantly engulfed in flames and gasoline. Screaming, he threw himself out of the car window in the blink of an eye.
The burning jeep swerved in panic, crashing into a nearby building.
BOOM—
A fireball rose from the explosion.
Seeing the result of his single Molotov cocktail, the muscular man laughed maniacally again.
"Zehahaha~ Idiots daring to block the way! Go to h... Pfft~"
Just as the burly man was excitedly admiring his handiwork, several bullets hit his bare upper body simultaneously.
He looked down in confusion.
Several bright red bullet holes were scattered across his chest, as if mocking his arrogance and madness.
At this moment, the pain of being pierced by bullets hadn't even reached his brain, but the muscular man still spat blood and fell backward.
On the other side, inside the news van.
Green Bull, fiddling with explosives beside Shamila, happened to see her aim and shoot the man.
He asked with a strange expression.
"Wolf Spider, why shoot him? A maniac like that might have continued to disrupt the pursuers' advance."
Hearing Green Bull's question, Shamila, reloading her magazine, just glanced at him, then turned back coldly, remarking:
"Letting an exhibitionist like that run around on the street sets a bad example for children!"
After speaking, Shamila ignored the others' reactions and raised her gun to fire again.
Thresh, who had been laughing maniacally while burst-firing at a pursuit car, paused upon hearing this. Then he stole a glance at Luca, who was still focused on checking the road conditions.
Thinking about his usual style on the battlefield, his movements stiffened a bit, and his laughter and cursing became much quieter.
But at the same time, everyone was surprised to discover...
Gunfire suddenly erupted within the pursuit convoy that had been maintaining a steady course.
More importantly, the muzzle flashes weren't directed at their news van.
Instead, the pursuing cars that had been following behind, simply flooring the gas, were now strafing their nearby "companions."
Well, actually, this was indeed due to Shamila's shots earlier.
Just moments ago.
After being hit in the chest by Shamila's consecutive shots, the muscular man fell straight backward.
However, because he had hooked his feet onto the haphazardly connected metal pipes on the car body to prevent falling off while standing on the roof...
After being shot, he wasn't thrown off the roof.
Instead, he slammed heavily onto the wire mesh on the roof with a clang.
This impact didn't kill the shot man immediately. Instead, the pain from the impact and the spikes gave him a moment of clarity.
Unfortunately, the burly man, who had been admiring his work, hadn't noticed who fired the black shots at him.
On the verge of death, he didn't care about anything else. He clamped his index finger on the trigger and swung his arm wildly.
Sending his parting gift to all the vehicles around him.
The minions inside the car beneath him also noticed their boss being shot down and firing back in "retaliation." They naturally assumed their boss was shooting at the enemy who hit him.
Without a moment's hesitation, these minions also raised their submachine guns.
They began strafing the targets their boss was shooting at, cursing continuously.
"Die! You sewer rats!"
However, this modified pickup was in the middle of the convoy.
Since the vehicles nearby were far from the news van, not many gang members had actually chosen to fire.
After all, not everyone had the exquisite marksmanship and excellent equipment of the Turn A Squad.
Their action was like lighting a powder keg.
The vehicles under attack were stunned for a second, then immediately began returning fire while cursing.
In an instant, a fierce gunfight erupted in the middle of the convoy.
Even drowning out the noise of the gang members who were actually chasing ahead.