American variety show: Sniper Elite

Chapter 138 Escape
"Whoa—!" Fulton screamed wildly as he leaped out of the twisted and deformed cab of the heavy truck.

He leaped onto the collapsed roof of police car number 2, stepping on shards of glass. With the butt of his AR rifle against his shoulder, he unleashed a burst of fire at the unconscious officer inside the vehicle.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

Bullets ricocheted wildly inside the enclosed car. The two unconscious police officers convulsed with each hit, their uniforms quickly soaked in blood.

Fulton excitedly twisted his body, like a rock star who was high on drugs, and danced an impromptu dance on the roof of the car.

Meanwhile, Beta planted a C4 liquid bomb in the back of the van. He skillfully set the timer, and the red numbers began a 30-second countdown.

00:3000:2900:28贝塔冷静地检查了一遍引爆装置，然后端起步枪，快步走向远处的黑色奥迪A8。。

"What the hell are you doing! Get out of here!" Fuldi jumped out of the garbage truck cab, his AKM rifle strap dangling around his neck. He looked anxiously at Fulton, then glanced at the van, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Fulton stood on the roof of the police car, nervously wiggling his hips twice, the metal chains on his camouflage pants jingling.

"Come on, babies!" He made a lewd gesture toward the faint sound of sirens in the distance, then did a backflip and landed gracefully, splashing blood everywhere. He laughed as he caught up with Fordy, and the two of them charged toward the roaring Audi.

This million-dollar luxury car was a "friendly donation" from Sterling. He gave Beta an electronic decoder that could easily unlock any vehicle. Beta, of course, didn't hesitate and chose this 500-horsepower beast as his escape vehicle.

Fulton was the last to jump into the car, and before the door was even fully closed, Beta had already floored the accelerator.

The 12-cylinder engine roared powerfully. The tires left two black marks on the ground as the Audi A8 surged forward. In the rearview mirror, the van was engulfed in a deafening explosion, the shockwave igniting the alarms of all the surrounding vehicles.

Fuldi glanced back at the receding sea of ​​fire and whistled, "Well done, brothers."

The piercing sirens of police cars filled the smoke-filled streets as three backup patrol cars roared in from the intersection. Through their windshields, the officers watched helplessly as the black Audi A8 ran a red light and sped away into the distance.

"Target vehicle spotted! Repeat, target vehicle spotted!" the police chief shouted into the walkie-talkie while jerking the steering wheel.

The police car swerved in the middle of the road, its tires screeching. Two more police cars followed closely behind, their red and blue flashing lights glaringly bright, turning the entire street into a neon-colored spectacle.

Beta glanced at the approaching police car in the rearview mirror. He gripped the steering wheel tightly with his left hand and quickly flicked the paddle shifters with his right. The Audi A8's W12 engine roared deafeningly, the tachometer needle soaring to the redline. A powerful surge of acceleration slammed the three of them into their leather seats, and the car broke 180 kilometers per hour in seconds.

"Hahaha! That's more like it!" Fulton excitedly pounded on the car door, leaning half his body out of the window. Holding his AR rifle, he fired three shots at the police cars behind him. The bullets struck the hood of the leading police car, sending sparks flying.

Fuldi nervously checked his rifle magazine: "Damn it, they've brought in a helicopter!" He pointed to the flashing lights of a police helicopter in the distance.

Beta didn't look back, but slammed on the gas. The Audi sped into the narrow alley ahead, the buildings on both sides flashing past like a carousel.

Three police cars relentlessly pursued the Audi A8, their red and blue lights casting dazzling shadows on the windshields, and their sirens piercing the eardrums.

"Hold on tight!" Beta growled, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes.

The Audi sped out of the alley, and he suddenly slammed on the brakes while sharply turning the steering wheel. The million-dollar luxury car transformed into a drifting machine, its four high-performance tires screeching as they left four charred arcs on the asphalt.

"Damn it!!" Fordy gripped the car door handle tightly, his entire body thrown against the window by the centrifugal force. Fulton, however, yelled excitedly and even pulled out his phone to start recording. The drifting Audi slid sideways across the intersection.

A passing taxi slammed on its brakes in fright, its tires locking onto the ground and spitting out blue smoke; a food delivery driver's electric scooter went out of control and crashed into the curb, scattering food containers from its insulated box all over the ground; pedestrians on the sidewalk screamed and scattered in all directions, their briefcases and handbags strewn about.

"Beep beep beep—" The sound of car horns echoed through the streets, interspersed with angry curses from drivers.

Beta gripped the steering wheel with both hands. He felt the subtle changes in friction between the tires and the ground, and just as the Audi was about to go completely out of control, he abruptly released the brake pedal with his right foot and instead floored the accelerator.

"boom--!"

The 6.3-liter W12 twin-turbocharged engine roared, its exhaust pipes spewing blue flames. 500 horsepower of ferocious power was transmitted to the rear wheels via the Quattro all-wheel-drive system, the high-performance tires briefly spinning before gripping the asphalt again, producing a screech of friction.

The Audi drifted to the right at a perfect angle, entering another narrow street. Rubber debris, kicked up by the rear of the car, sprayed out and mingled with dust, leaving a fan-shaped trail on the sidewalk.

The three police cars chasing the Audi staged a movie-worthy blunder.

The first police car attempted a drift but miscalculated, swerving sideways and crashing into a lamppost, causing the airbags to deploy with a "bang."

The second police car couldn't brake in time, and its front end crashed into the rear of the car in front, the hood popping up like an origami.
The third vehicle drove straight onto the sidewalk, smashing through a shop window amidst screams from pedestrians. Half of the police car was wedged in the luxury store's display window, its lights still flashing red and blue.

A black Audi A8 sped along the expressway, the W12 engine roaring. As the car crossed the overpass, Fordy suddenly pointed to the top of the windshield and yelled, "What the fuck!"

A police helicopter hovered overhead, its rotors roaring so loudly they drowned out the Audi's engine. Meanwhile, the sirens of four or five more police cars flashed in the rearview mirror.

A bright red Subaru Impreza STi suddenly appeared from the right-hand side road. It drifted into the main road with near perfection, and before the white smoke from its rear wheels had even dissipated, it was already running alongside an Audi A8.

The two high-performance vehicles sped side by side on the expressway at nearly 140 kilometers per hour, their engines roaring incessantly.

Fulton squinted at the uninvited guest.

The young white man in the driver's seat, wearing wired headphones and aviator sunglasses, tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the music; the bald black man in the passenger seat was busy loading ammunition into a Remington 870 shotgun; the long-haired woman in the back seat held a Glock 17 in one hand and was changing the magazine of the AK rifle in the bearded white man next to her with the other.

"Ha! This is more interesting!" Fulton laughed wildly and pounded on the car door.

The two cars were traveling at high speed, their rearview mirrors almost brushing against each other. Fordy gripped his AKM tightly with tension.

Suddenly, the driver of the red Impreza turned his head, gave the Audi a thumbs-up, and then swerved sharply to the left.

The two cars changed lanes simultaneously as if they had practiced countless times. Just as the police cars were about to form a perimeter, they crossed four lanes from the far right lane and drove against traffic towards the exit ramp on the left.

Amid the chaos, a police helicopter locked onto the red Impreza, and four or five police cars turned around and gave chase.

The Audi A8 took the opportunity to turn around, and the sound of its W12 engine gradually faded into the hustle and bustle of the city.

(End of this chapter)