While in America, the system says Roosevelt was an emperor.

Seeing Tom's car suddenly turn around, Tim, sitting in the northbound convoy, started cursing:

"Fuck, Tom found out!"

"Quick, after them!"

Even if Tim wanted to catch up, he had to weave through the traffic during rush hour to find a gap.

Tim's convoy of vehicles caused a minor traffic jam.

Tom has fallen further behind the Razor Gang convoy, but escaping won't be as simple as just turning around once.

Tim was smart; although most of the cars were concentrated in the north, he still ordered that at least one car be on standby at each nearby intersection.

Of course, one of the Razor Gang's cars was left at the south intersection.

Now, it has started its engine and is ready to intercept Tom's car.

Tom saw the other car, but instead of slowing down, he floored the accelerator and kept overtaking and speeding through the traffic.

In this era, even if a Ford luxury car has a V8 engine, its top speed is only 100 kilometers per hour.

Although it doesn't sound particularly fast, the car's safety at this time was also quite poor: there were no seat belts and no crash tests.

Tom's driving speed would certainly result in a fatal accident.

Tom's reckless driving made Denise's palms sweat. She instinctively squeezed her legs together, gripping the car seat with one hand and Tom's trench coat with the other.

The Razor Gang's car was positioned to Tom's side and in front, ready to ram Tom's car to a stop.

If they were to actually crash, Tom's vehicle would definitely go out of control, and Tom and Denise would die on the spot.

Although Tim gave a strict order not to hurt Dani, the Razorback drivers were so oblivious to the dangers of a car accident that they didn't even recognize a fallen pole.

In the eyes of the Razor Gang drivers, car accidents are no big deal. They often bump into each other while driving at 30 or 40 km/h. Even if they actually stopped Tom's car, Dani would definitely be unharmed.

As Tom continued driving south and got closer to the intercepting vehicle, the world seemed to slow down in Tom's eyes.

With his intelligence stat of 5.0, Tom's mind became extremely focused, entering a state of "bullet time" reminiscent of games and movies.

It wasn't just a change in reaction speed; a three-dimensional image appeared in Tom's mind, displaying all the information in the vicinity.

At this moment, Tom seems to be driving from a third-person perspective.

Using bullet time and a "pseudo-third-person perspective," Tom slightly twisted the steering wheel and dodged the seemingly inevitable impact just as the Razor Gang's car was about to crash into him.

With an intelligence rating of 5.0, Tom's control over cars far surpasses that of any other driver, even Schumacher and Hamilton, who cannot match Tom's understanding of vehicles.

The only difference between Tom and them is that Tom lacks experience.

With an intelligence level of 5.0, Tom can calculate how much gas and brake to apply, how much to turn the steering wheel, and how the vehicle will deviate without any experience, relying solely on his brain.

One intersection, two intersections, three intersections.

Using his control of the vehicle, Tom evaded being stopped time and time again.

Each time, it seemed like they were just about to brush against each other, but it was all within Tom's calculations; the difference was minuscule.

It's safe!

"Make a scene! Make a scene!"

"Stomp, stomp, stomp!"

If there were an explanation, then Tom at this moment would be—the Seven Stars boss pursuing final freedom!

After dodging another side collision using bullet time once again, Tom asked Denise:

"Dani, do you still have guns at home?"

"How many? How many are there?"

It was another "easy question," and Denise answered without hesitation:

"Of course there are more, but not a lot."

"There were only two Thompson submachine guns, seven Johnson M1941s, thirteen Colt M1911 pistols, eleven Navy revolvers, and a few thousand rounds of ammunition."

The amount of ammunition, enough for small skirmishes, would only be considered a New York Lolita in the eyes of white Americans.

Tom was overjoyed and continued to ask Dani:

"Where should I put them?"

Denise replied directly:

"Most of it is in the basement, and a small part is in the living room and my bedroom."

Tom nodded, said nothing more, and began to analyze the pros and cons in his mind.

Tim had previously concealed his murderous intent out of fear of Denise's family's power.

But now that the pretense of civility has been broken, they will certainly use every means at their disposal.

As soon as I get out of the car and leave the cover, Tim will definitely send a suicide squad to trade one for one with me.

Even in front of the police, it's not safe; for the Razor Snapper gang, it's a matter of life for life.

Irish immigrants' lives are cheap; it's too easy to find scapegoats.

Tonight, Tom must find a way to get rid of Tim completely.

They fled to Brooklyn, to the Corleone family's territory, seeking their help.

No, no matter which road we take, we'll inevitably pass through the territory of the Razorfen Downs.

Tom was unaware that Tim had brought all his elite troops and dared not risk crossing into the Razorfen Downs.

After some analysis, Tom's only way out was to rely on the Dani family's armed forces and wipe out the elite of the Razor Shields himself.

As for the issue of marksmanship, we'll see if we can drag it out until 10 o'clock.

As long as Tom can hold out until 10 PM, when the system calculates today's rewards, he'll be invincible.

Today's events include the fact that I have recruited a large number of new subordinates.

[List of family members: 10 armed personnel from the courtroom]

[Family Bonus: Strength +0.1]

[Note: For every ten direct subordinates, you will randomly gain 0.1 Strength or 0.1 Agility.]

This afternoon, through the window of the chief's office, Tom saw that Connie had brought at least three or four hundred people to register, making them Tom's theoretical subordinates.

Even if someone is injured or killed, Tom will still gain a lot of stats in tonight's settlement.

With Strength and Agility, combined with an Intelligence of 5.0, slaying the Razorfen Downs is a piece of cake.

Tom glanced at the fuel gauge and began to calculate how to stall for time.

The 1941 Ford luxury car had a V8 engine with a maximum horsepower of approximately 100, a fuel consumption of 20 liters per 100 kilometers, and a fuel tank size of 80 liters.

Putting aside the previous fuel consumption, Tom could probably drag the car for about three and a half hours by speeding.

But this is only an ideal situation in theory; reality is far more complex than theory.

Sure enough, more and more police cars appeared on the road, trying to intercept Tom and the Razor Gang's car.

Due to the limitations of the era, New York police at that time did not have roadblocks or road studs, and could only use clumsy methods to force vehicles to stop.

However, the difference in driving skills led to more and more of the Razor Gang's vehicles being stopped, while Tom continued to drive ahead of the others, leaving them far behind.

It's not just a matter of driving skills, but also the brand effect of the vehicle.

Ford luxury cars are far ahead!

Tom's car was a luxury car worth $8000, which, in terms of purchasing power, is equivalent to a car worth $800,000 in today's world.

Apart from the few owned by Tim's leader, most of the Razor Party's cars were low-end vehicles priced at two or three hundred dollars.

A McLaren and a Lamborghini are speeding down the road, while an Alto, a Honda Civic, and a Toyota Corolla are also speeding down the road. Which one do you think the police would stop first?

When you stop a Rolls-Royce for a traffic violation, you're not just stopping the car, but also your career and future.