Chapter 193 A Desperate Escape
On the Street
Joe and his crew bolted left, with the cops hot on their heels, firing from the side and rear.
Bullets flew everywhere. Bishop, exhausted and stumbling, took a hit to the leg and crashed into the snow.
"Shit!"
Joe didn't hesitate. He dashed over, grabbed Bishop's arm, and yanked him up.
"Leave me, go!" Bishop yelled, trying to push Joe away.
"Get behind me," Joe shot back.
The two other guys, wearing makeshift bulletproof vests, stepped in front of Joe, firing back at the cops.
Over the police radio, Jasper's guy screamed, "John, what the hell are you doing? Get your men up here!"
John had planned to ignore Jasper's orders and head to the west gate. But with so many cops around, if he bailed now, he'd be labeled an accomplice.
"Move."
Reluctantly, Xavier ordered his team forward.
Blood sprayed on the street. One of Joe's protectors got hit multiple times, fell, and, coughing up blood, put his gun to his temple and pulled the trigger.
The shot echoed. Knowing he'd die if caught, the guy chose suicide.
Joe, dragging Bishop, ran fifty feet, eyes red with desperation. He felt betrayed; the backup hadn't shown.
Suddenly, a police car barreled toward them. Joe turned, startled, and dodged.
The car's tires screeched, and its front end clipped Joe's leg, knocking him down.
"Shit!"
Joe's first instinct was to turn and fire.
Inside the car, Vincent Hall, the leader of Jasper's second team, fired at the ground near Joe.
The shot rang out, the bullet hitting the ground. Vincent, eyes wide, shouted, "Don't move, or I'll shoot!"
Joe hesitated and then moved to return fire.
From the back of the road, John and his team saw the car hit Joe but couldn't see what was happening behind it.
A burst of rapid gunfire. Joe shoved his gun into the car window, bloodied, and shouted, "Fuck, who dares to come over? I'll shoot anyone who comes near."
"Shit!"
The leader of the first team, just out of the courtyard, cursed, "What the hell is Vincent doing? Driving a car to stop them?"
Inside the car, Vincent and another officer slowly raised their hands and tossed their guns.
"Don't move." Joe pressed his gun to Vincent's head, glaring at his companions. "Get Bishop in the car."
Seconds later, Joe and his two guys got into the police car, but Vincent refused to drive.
"Damn it!" Joe, furious, smashed Vincent's head with the gun handle, kicked him out, and took the driver's seat, holding Vincent's relative hostage.
After the chase.
As more officers arrived, the leader of the first team grabbed Vincent by the neck. "What the hell were you doing? Was that how you blocked them?"
Sweating, Vincent shot back. "Don't yell at me. My men got hurt too. If I hadn't blocked them, they would've broken through on the left. The ground was too slippery... When I turned the wheel, the car's front end hit the curb."
"Just wait for the inspector to question you."
"Don't talk to me like that. I might as well quit." Vincent shoved the first team leader away and shouted, "Who has a radio? Call for backup. I have an officer held hostage."
A few minutes earlier, in a garage near Pine Street.
Rodolfo, handcuffed, was dragged out of a car by two men.
"Adam's men?" Rodolfo sneered. "The cops do the work, and you secretly capture people. Interesting!"
A gun handle smashed into him, making him stagger back, blood gushing from his forehead.
"Don't provoke us," one of the armed men said. "No one dares to kill you without orders from above."
Rodolfo spat out blood, looked around, and fell silent.
The leader stepped aside and dialed Enrique's number. "Hello? We caught one."
"Take him to Riverside District and switch cars."
"Got it." The leader turned and ordered, "Change clothes, switch cars, and get ready to move."
Hearing this, the men dragged Rodolfo deeper into the garage.
Suddenly, Rodolfo rammed his shoulder into the man on his left and smashed his head into the garage's ventilation window.
With a crash, the glass shattered. Rodolfo raised his neck, smashing it against the sharp glass shards on the window frame.
"Shit!"
The man who was hit grabbed Rodolfo.
The sharp glass cut the left side of Rodolfo's neck, blood spraying out.
The men swarmed him, pinning Rodolfo to the ground. The leader, panicked, shouted, "Check where the glass cut him! Hurry!"
"It's...it's okay. I pulled him back, so the glass didn't cut too deep, just a long gash on his neck," the man responded, still shaken.
"Fuck, mad dog." The leader, furious, stomped on Rodolfo's head several times.
Rodolfo, covered in blood, lay on the ground, laughing maniacally. "It's hard to live, but is it hard to die? Watch me closely, or I might take someone with me when I go."
Near the west side gate.
Jasper, looking slightly panicked, drew his gun, his mind racing as he reached the building's entrance. It had only been about three minutes since Elbert's call on the radio.
"Where is he, Elbert?" Jasper shouted, his heart pounding.
The door opened, and Elbert rushed out.
"Is there a fugitive trapped?" Jasper asked.
"On the top floor, just one. He's injured, was shouting earlier, but now there's no sound," Elbert responded, looking panicked and stuttering.
Jasper paused, confused. "Where were you when you called on the radio?"
Elbert hesitated. "I called right at the door!"
Hearing this, Jasper tightened his grip on his gun, raising it slightly, unintentionally aiming at Elbert.
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