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Song Jiu glanced at the rearview mirror, where the Jinbei was hot on their tail, and asked in confusion, "Did you just honk the horn?"
"No," Luo Yu replied, startled. "It must have been them."
"What do you mean by that? Pull over!" Song Jiu chuckled in disbelief. Although the pursuers were aggressive, they didn't seem as formidable as the Blonde Woman leading the Foreigner. Earlier, they had closed the distance, giving the other side a chance to take them out with gunfire, but instead, they attempted to box them in with their vehicles.
Luo Yu's driving skills were no joke; he could drift a truck, so a sedan was nothing. Seeing two Jinbei trying to sandwich them, Luo Yu's gaze sharpened. He suddenly yanked the steering wheel and slammed into the left van with reckless abandon.
The driver probably didn't expect such a bold move. The collision caused a sudden decrease in speed, while Luo Yu's Roewe quickly stabilized under his expert control. With relentless momentum, he surged ahead, swinging wide to slap the right Jinbei with a powerful hit.
The absurd chase began in earnest as the pursuing vehicles finally lost their patience and attempted to suppress the Roewe with gunfire. Sensing an opportunity, Luo Yu pushed back against the two Jinbei before accelerating again. At the intersection, he executed a 360-degree spin, leaving a cloud of smoke from the tires as he barreled straight toward an oncoming Jinbei.
The opposing driver muttered curses under his breath while shouting for his passenger to fire and stop them. He swerved just in time for both cars to meet head-on. The Roewe picked up speed once more and dashed into the park. At this point, Luo Yu couldn't afford to look for buildings; five cars were glued to their rear bumper, and he felt utterly powerless.
Song Jiu fastened his seatbelt, his face pale. He had witnessed Luo Yu's aggressive driving before; after several laps around, gunfire and collisions seemed minor compared to how dizzying it was becoming.
"Steady now, steady," Song Jiu licked his lips, regretting not bringing a gun. Although his shooting skills were poor, facing off like that would at least give their pursuers a scare.
After weaving past three cars, the remaining two Jinbei quickly turned around and resumed their chase. Gunshots rang out again as bullets riddled the back of the Roewe like a beehive; the rear window shattered explosively, leaving both men drenched in cold sweat.
" Jiu Jiu, this isn't going to work," Luo Yu said, feeling overwhelmed. The other side was no longer trying to box them in; they were clearly getting angry.
"Just hold on a bit longer! Drive toward the outskirts of the park!" Song Jiu cautiously glanced back; three more cars had turned around and were hot on their heels.
"Strange—didn't they say there were lots of Zombies in the park?" Song Jiu mused. As a close-combat specialist, he found little room for action during this gunfight chase and could only think of some unconventional tactics.
"Maybe they've been cleared out," Luo Yu replied quickly as he made another sharp turn and executed a 90-degree drift to continue their escape.
It was a straight road, flanked by numerous side paths, but the building ahead likely indicated a dead end. Luo Yu dared not take any risks and had to maneuver the vehicle forward at high speed. The car behind was closing in rapidly, and there were still a few hundred meters to the entrance of the park. The momentum from the pursuing vehicle suggested it intended to ram them.
Luo Yu gripped the steering wheel tightly, refusing to glance at the rearview mirror. He bit down on his lip, his pale lips nearly oozing blood.
“They're coming,” Song Jiu said, his expression grim as he braced himself for the impending impact.
Boom! A deafening crash echoed.
Both Song Jiu and Luo Yu's expressions changed as they saw the Jinbei about to be rammed. At that moment, a massive SUV suddenly burst out from the right side path. The Toyota Land Cruiser shot forward like an arrow, crashing into the side of the Jinbei. The tremendous force flipped the Jinbei onto its side, causing it to roll over and crash heavily against a nearby yard gate. The unexpected arrival of this vehicle did not fare well either; the cars behind the Jinbei could not dodge in time and collided with it at the same angle. The SUV followed in the Jinbei's wake, shaking violently before flipping over and being propelled more than ten meters away.
Roewe slammed on the brakes. Without needing Song Jiu to say anything, Luo Yu quickly turned the cabin towards them, halting near the overturned SUV. A frail figure crawled out from inside, Song Yao wiping blood from his face and signaling towards the approaching Roewe.
Luo Yu paused for a moment, suddenly noticing flames erupting from a narrow alley where an Oil Paint Youth emerged like a valiant soldier, brandishing a KSG shotgun that spat fire and unleashed bullets wildly.
“Take him down,” Song Jiu realized this was an opportunity and hurriedly unbuckled his seatbelt, preparing to exit the vehicle.
Understanding immediately, Luo Yu parked close to Song Yao. The two jumped out in unison without needing further discussion, taking advantage of Oil Paint Youth's cover fire as they dashed towards the overturned Golden Cup Van.
Song Yao leaned against the flipped Toyota for cover from the gunfire of several remaining Jinbei vehicles. The Oil Paint Youth was clever; seeing that their opponents had also stopped to return fire, he quickly retreated back into the alleyway, using the darkness to help draw fire away from Song Yao.
The tacit understanding between Song Jiu and Luo Yu shone through in this critical moment. Two bloodied men crawled out from inside the overturned Jinbei Car. Luo Yu was first to act; wielding a Steel Saw Blade, he launched it with precision, driving it straight into one man who was attempting to raise his weapon from inside the vehicle. Song Jiu followed closely behind; catching sight of someone aiming at Luo Yu through the window, he leaped forward and tackled her to the ground. Using his momentum, he rolled away while smashing the knife handle against the window, grabbing hold of the gunman’s hair just as he tried to evade. With a powerful tug, he forced the man's head against the jagged edge of shattered glass, pressing down hard until blood gushed forth from his severed throat.
Seizing this moment, Luo Yu maneuvered around to the back of the flipped Jinbei. With her Steel Saw Blade, she cleared away debris from a broken window and pulled out a large submachine gun before tossing it to Song Jiu. He caught it mid-air and shouted loudly as he spun around; with one sweeping motion of his arm, he sent the assault rifle arcing through space.
Song Yao sprang up from behind cover and caught it smoothly while airborne but took a bullet in his shoulder upon landing. Quickly recovering, he retaliated with an Uzi Submachine Gun that shook violently in his hands as he crouched low to absorb its recoil. Coordinating with Oil Paint Youth's distractions, he swept his gun across their opponents' positions, turning that Jinbei into Swiss cheese while forcing out scattered gunmen who attempted to jump from their vehicle. Oil Paint Youth kept firing steadily and immediately took down two more foes.
The two of them had achieved considerable success, and the burly man in the Jinbei Car was not like the Zombie beside the Blonde Woman; they all appeared to be Asian, with physiques that were not as exaggerated as that of a Foreigner. Song Yao's collision nearly incapacitated half of the occupants in the car, and with Song Jiu and Luo Yu sweeping through from behind, there were basically no gaps left.
In the seven-seater Jinbei, there were eight people in total, including the driver, all armed and clearly well-prepared. Despite their rich haul, they were limited in numbers. At this moment, they couldn't care less about their shooting skills. Song Jiu grabbed a gun and joined the firefight, while Oil Paint Youth concealed himself in the shadows to take shots. Song Yao hid behind a powerful vehicle, relying on his Zombie-like physique to withstand the fire, while Song Jiu and Luo Yu retreated behind an overturned Jinbei to provide support.
The remaining three Jinbei vehicles were experienced; upon seeing the situation, they formed a concave formation with their bodies. More than twenty people jumped down from the three cars, using the vehicle bodies for cover. With two waves of bullets fired, the three on this side dared not show themselves again.
"This is strange; why is it all happening to us?" Song Jiu was greatly puzzled. Logically, the other Passersby should have entered the area as well. With such strong armed forces on the opposing side, there was no reason for them to target only their group.
Song Jiu couldn't make sense of it at all. The shooters who began to counterattack were equally confused. Half an hour ago, they received news about fresh developments; they had just gathered together. Who would have thought that before their group could take position, the enemy would actively come knocking? Why hadn’t the personnel left behind to block National Highway communicated any messages?
However, their confusion was only temporary. Regardless of how it happened, having the enemy come to them saved them some effort. They began to contemplate capturing without any damage done. Seeing that Song Jiu and his companions were resisting fiercely, these Field Duty personnel got excited. After all, they were merely test subjects; as long as they didn't kill them, it shouldn't be a big deal. Furthermore, it wasn't their style to take hits without retaliating. Thus, gunfire erupted densely without any hesitation.
With numerical superiority and firepower suppression, Song Jiu's four-person team found themselves in dire straits. The brief advantage they had just gained was quickly crushed again. If this continued, they would likely be taken down one by one. There was no movement from the alleyway; it was unclear whether Oil Paint Youth had run out of bullets or had been unfortunate enough to be shot. On this side, Song Jiu and his companion still had guns but were separated by a wide road with a firepower bunker in between, making support impossible.
Luo Yu peeked over at the Roewe parked by Toyota and raised her gun to shoot at it. Song Yao was startled by the bullets flying toward her and turned her head to see Luo Yu signaling her. Realizing what was happening, Song Yao reached out and sprayed bullets randomly before rolling into the Roewe car. Looking down, she saw that Luo Yu indeed hadn't taken the keys.
The firepower bunker seemed to have seen through Song Yao's intentions; as soon as she got into the car, a torrent of bullets poured in from the front. Song Jiu and his companion rushed over for support, expending ammunition recklessly just to hold back a few of the attackers. The Roewe was hit by a wave of bullets that caused smoke to rise; Song Yao didn't know if it would explode but gritted her teeth and started the car, driving over the Green Belt straight into the alley.
Fortunately, Oil Paint Youth was not dead; he had run out of bullets and could only hide behind a wall to avoid fire. Song Yao arrived just in time to get him into the car and handed him her gun while Cabin twisted toward Song Jiu and his companion. At that moment, seven or eight burly men had already rushed out from the firepower bunker; providing cover fire while hastily advancing toward Golden Cup Van. Behind them lay an open path; if they tried to escape now, they would surely be shot down by pursuers from behind. However, hiding indefinitely wasn't an option either; with pressure from above keeping them down, if any attackers circled around them, they would still face annihilation.
Song Yao provided timely support as Youth leaned against the hollow rear window of the car and fired off a few shots that briefly pushed back several men approaching the van. However, those behind cover immediately retaliated with a volley of fire aimed at their vehicle's rear end; Oil Paint Youth managed only two shots before being pinned down in his seat.
"Get in," Song Jiu said as he licked his lips; this kind of close-range firefight was quite thrilling. After clanging away for half an eternity without hitting anyone himself made him feel somewhat embarrassed. Seeing Roewe swaying toward them awkwardly made Song Jiu hurriedly pull Luo Yu back and urged her to go first.
"You go ahead," Luo Yu replied without looking away as she fumbled to change magazines in a panic. Taking advantage of this gap in time, their opponents surged forward again when suddenly hearing wind overhead made Song Jiu quickly raise his gun only to see two figures leap over Jinbei toward him—both targeting him directly.
Song Jiu was taken aback; the trigger had been pulled, but the opponent had already managed to open the gun barrel first, causing half a magazine of bullets to go to waste.
“Behind!” In the midst of the chaos, Song Jiu caught a glimpse of a figure leaping out from the side of the Jinbei Car, while Luo Yu was still loading bullets.
Tat tat tat tat tat
The Roewe Sedan rushed in, focusing on the frantic gunfire. Song Yao kicked away a car door that was half-hanging off, and with a swift motion, the Steel Saw Blade was thrown out, striking down the burly man who had pinned down Luo Yu. Oil Paint Youth followed closely behind, firing two shots that took down the gunman who was trying to capture Song Jiu.
Struggling to get up, Song Jiu was about to shout a warning when he saw Oil Paint Youth's body tremble. Blood erupted from both his chest and back as he stumbled forward and collapsed onto the ground.
“Run!” Gritting his teeth, Song Jiu pulled the still-firing Luo Yu into the battered Roewe car. With a sharp turn of the steering wheel, Song Yao accelerated, and the small car shot forward, quickly covering a hundred meters as they seemed to be escaping the range of fire. However, their speed suddenly slowed.
Song Jiu froze for a moment before noticing the thick smoke billowing up from the front hood.
The rear vehicle also roared to life; gunmen returned to their positions as the Jinbei war vehicle charged again.
Jumping out of the car, Song Jiu fired off two shots and pointed towards an office building by the roadside, providing cover for the two women as they hurriedly retreated. Looking around, he found nothing but emptiness—where the hell was Wu Wentao?
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