Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System Chapter 650 - 436: Escape

In the alley across from Mabu Street, seeing a large police force being dispatched, Brother Quan and the other two imdiately crossed the street.

After subduing two security guards, they successfully entered an unoccupied villa.

Brother Quan leaned by the window, his eyes fixed on the movents outside, the gun in his hand always loaded.

Niu Da found a first aid kit in the house and was treating An Zai’s wound.

Over ten minutes later, Chen Wei and the other two also successfully sneaked in and joined them.

Gathering around the map, Brother Quan pointed to a marked spot a few kiloters away and said, "Da Pao, Eagle, go get two vehicles. Now that a lot of the J force has been drawn away, we’ll break out using this road."

"As long as we get past this place, there are people waiting to receive us up ahead."

Da Pao and the other nodded, got up, and headed outside.

Before long, two rcedes-Benz G-Wagens parked at the villa entrance. Everyone quickly checked their gear and swiftly drove away.

The two rcedes sped along the small road behind the villa and quickly rged into the main road, with Brother Quan in the lead car constantly watching the situation ahead.

Five hundred ters away, at an intersection, four or five J vehicles and multi-functional combat cars were parked, roadblocks were set up, and more than a dozen police officers and soldiers were conducting strict inspections of passing vehicles, firearms in hand.

In this situation, there’s almost no chance of sneaking through, the only hope is to force their way past.

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The police officer at the intersection raised his hand, signaling them to stop.

"Drive through them!"

Niu Da, with a vicious expression, stomped the gas pedal to the floor!

The V8 engine roared like a wild beast, like a runaway horse, charging straight at the roadblock!

Simultaneously, the windows of the two vehicles rolled down, and four carbine rifles were extended out, unleashing a frenzy of gunfire toward the front!

"Bang bang bang!"

The intense gunfire exploded in the street, a hail of bullets sweeping across the intersection.

Caught off guard, the police officers and soldiers scrambled for cover, rolling and crawling to hide.

With a loud "bang," the heavy roadblock was lifted several ters by the brute force of the V8 engine!

The two rcedes, like arrows released from a bow, broke through the crumbling defense line and sped forward.

The responding police officers and soldiers quickly opened fire in return, the bullets pinging off the body of the trailing vehicle, shattering the rear windshield.

"They broke through! They broke through!"

With loud shouts, several J vehicles started up in pursuit!

"Throw the grenades!"

Chen Wei shouted, pulling the last three hand grenades’ pins and tossing them out through the shattered rear windshield.

The grenades landed in front of the pursuing convoy.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three consecutive blasts erupted, fire bursting into the sky, rubble and shrapnel scattering.

The two leading police cars flipped imdiately, setting their bodies ablaze, temporarily blocking the path of the chasing troops.

However, the crisis was not yet over; two helicopters were already rushing this way from the distant skies.

Niu Da floored the accelerator, the engine’s roar nearly bursting eardrums, pushing the car’s speed to the limit.

Brother Quan took out a phone and dialed a number: "We’re out."

A low, deep voice ca through the receiver: "I see, drive forward two kiloters, there’s a vehicle waiting under the bridge to pick you up."

"Understood."

After hanging up, Brother Quan shouted into the earpiece: "Switch vehicles under the bridge two kiloters ahead!"

"Copy that!"

Two kiloters for the speeding G-Wagen was less than a minute’s journey.

In a blur, they saw a black comrcial vehicle under the bridge, two n in black signaling them.

Niu Da slamd the brakes, bringing the G-Wagen to a quick stop. The group swiftly disembarked and transferred to the nearby comrcial vehicle.

The two n in black boarded the G-Wagens and drove off again.

Before the helicopters arrived, the comrcial vehicle turned into the right-side alley, slipping away silently.

The vehicle weaved through the alleys and finally drove into a residential garage. The driver turned around and spoke in broken Chinese, "No guns, follow , continue on foot."

Brother Quan gestured to everyone, and they all discarded their carbines and followed him out of the vehicle.

The driver led them to a corner of the garage, lifted a floorboard, revealing a passageway beneath.

"Follow !"

With that, the driver climbed down first, and the group followed quickly.

The passageway was no more than two ters high, dark, damp, and filled with an extrely foul odor.

The driver illuminated the path with a flashlight as he walked in front: "Ahead is the underground drainage channel, very safe."

Indeed, as he said, after walking over two hundred ters and passing through an iron gate, the view opened up before them.

A three-ter-wide underground drainage channel lay in front, with murky water slowly flowing, concrete steps half a ter wide on either side of the wall, just enough for one person to walk.

The humid air mixed with the stench of mud and rotting debris was more pungent than the previous passage, a sll headier than Sister Rain’s feet.

However, compared to staying alive, this stench was negligible.

Brother Quan surveyed the surroundings, already having a rough idea of what purpose this passage served for the Sangkou Group.

The group moved quickly, and before long, they could hear the faint sound of traffic above, and weak light filtered down, clearly indicating that this drainage channel ran beneath the main urban road.

After over an hour, the driver halted his steps under a vertical shaft, pointing to the rusted iron cover above: "Climb up here, it’s an abandoned warehouse, no one will find it."

With that, he grabbed the iron ladder and climbed up first.

As the manhole cover was pushed open, it finally diluted the persistent stench of the drainage channel.

Without delay, the group followed him out.

The driver shook the mud off his hand and pointed north, saying, "The exit is over there; tell your boss our mission is complete."

Brother Quan nodded at him, gesturing for the group to quickly depart.

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The sky gradually darkened, and the day’s rain finally started to cease.

At the edge of the dock, several figures were swiftly approaching the shore.

"We’re here."

Walking at the forefront, Brother Quan was on the phone, and on a nearby speedboat, Brother Heizi was waving at them: "Here! Hurry!"

Brother Quan hung up the phone, signaling for the group to pick up the pace.

Although the blockade here was weaker than in the city center, they still encountered several patrol vehicles on the way.

Just as the group boarded the speedboat, Brother Heizi wasted no ti, imdiately starting the engine, and the speedboat tore across the surface of the sea.

As the coastline quickly receded, everyone breathed a silent sigh of relief. Once they sailed beyond this dozen or so kiloters of sea, they would be completely safe.

However, the relief was short-lived.

Just as the speedboat reached the center of the sea area, two red police lights suddenly appeared in the distance on the sea, quickly approaching in their direction!

Everyone’s hearts sank to rock bottom...