How was he supposed to fight against cheats?
Merlin's existence was practically a wallhack, and he himself was an elite Marine. If he still got hurt, that would be truly inexcusable.
This was a suburban area of Hell's Kitchen, where the core members of the Mexican Irish gang were gathered.
Wiping out the gang only meant killing all its core members. Without the gang's support, the peripheral lackeys would disband on their own.
If he truly wanted to wipe them all out, there were countless gang members scattered across different places. Even if he found them, traveling alone would take a great deal of time.
"He's heading toward 36th Avenue. Based on his projected route, his destination should be the Brooklyn District police station. You'd better take them out before they reach the station."
"I don't want to carry out a second mission."
Merlin's urging voice sounded through the headset.
Frank's eyes widened. He raised his hand and shot the gang's still-breathing deputy dead, then leaped straight out the window. Within a few breaths, he had descended to the first floor by jumping through the windows.
After getting into the car, he quickly started the engine and sped after them along the route Merlin had planned.
"Take another route. By the time you catch up like this, the target will already be at the police station." After calculating the distance between both sides, Merlin frowned and opened a map of Apple City, beginning to plan a new route.
"Looks like I'll have to hack in after all."
Once he had confirmed the route, Merlin did not hesitate. He minimized the map window and began entering code into the initial terminal.
"There's an intersection one kilometer ahead. Turn left and get onto the Ring Road."
"Don't let up on the gas when you see red lights. Just drive straight through."
"Alright!" Frank had already witnessed Merlin's abilities before, so he agreed without the slightest hesitation.
Frank's Bevel Magic Treasure soon entered the Ring Road. Naturally, it drew plenty of attention. Though it was late, there were still many cars on Brooklyn's streets.
Many people took out their phones and filmed it curiously.
Soon, Frank reached the first traffic light intersection. He could see the red warning light from a long way off.
But remembering Merlin's instructions, Frank did not slow down and continued speeding forward at full force.
"Ding!" The red warning light suddenly flickered and swiftly turned green, just as Frank's car streaked past like a Mirage.
For the rest of the journey, Frank drove the Bevel Magic Treasure through green light after green light. Even after leaving the Ring Road and entering the city, it remained the same.
Some drivers who had waited with great difficulty for the green light suddenly discovered that it only flashed on for an instant before turning red again, as though it were mocking them.
The Bevel Magic Treasure drove brazenly past them.
Brooklyn District.
Though it was not as prosperous as Manhattan, its racially diverse neighborhoods flourished, and the collision of various cultures made it lively.
Shalil Alvis was a Mexican. His main business was naturally his old trade—selling herbs. In Hell's Kitchen, he had gathered a group of Mexicans to form a gang, mainly working with the Irish.
Every month, he paid the Brooklyn District sheriff a little money, and nothing ever happened. It earned him far more than he had made back in herb-filled Mexico.
But today, he had never expected the idiot who had previously taken him to court to storm his stronghold alone and kill his men one after another like Death.
"Fuck, I raised them for nothing! They're completely useless!" Thinking of how his entire foundation had been destroyed by one man, he angrily slapped the steering wheel.
What made him even more irritated was that every light along the way had been red, as if they were deliberately working against him.
Fortunately, the police station was just beyond this intersection, and his heart settled a little.
"Ding!" The red light turned green, and the cars ahead slowly began moving.
"Shit, can't you go any faster?" Watching the car ahead start so sluggishly, he angrily honked the horn.
Yet that action seemed to anger the person in front. The car that had just started moving suddenly stopped.
"Fuck!" Shalil immediately gritted his teeth and slammed his hand down on the horn. The piercing blare rang long through the night sky.
But the next moment, something happened that left him dumbfounded. The signal that had just turned green suddenly switched back to red.
The hesitant driver in front was dumbfounded as well.
"What the hell!" Just as he was about to floor the gas and charge through, a Modified Car, barely as tall as the undercarriage of his SUV, turned right and merged into the lane beside him.
Inside it, a familiar man was aiming a Shotgun at him.
Shalil's face instantly filled with terror. He instinctively grabbed for the door handle, trying to get out.
But it was too late. Frank had already pulled the trigger, and Explosive Rounds howled forth!
Bang!
Boom!
On the street, a black SUV exploded on the spot, and Shalil died in the blazing inferno along with it.
"Oh my God, the back's been blown to pieces!" The driver ahead was startled. Forgetting the traffic lights, he quickly fled the site of the explosion.
Frank lowered the Shotgun. His great revenge had been fulfilled, and the burning SUV gave him a brief rush of satisfaction.
"The police reacted pretty quickly. Are you planning to turn yourself in, or become the City of Light?" Merlin's voice sounded again.
"Whooo, whooo, whooo..." Piercing police sirens rang through the city streets as police cars rapidly chased toward Frank.
"Oh, right. You're already at four stars. Being a five-star model citizen wouldn't be bad either. The first one to unlock it gets a mysterious reward."
"I checked. The cops behind you are in cahoots with the ethnic gangs in every district. You don't need to worry about hurting innocents. What do you say?"
Frank could clearly hear the excitement and anticipation in the other man's voice through the headset. Merlin seemed to be eagerly looking forward to him causing a huge scene.
But with his revenge fulfilled, Frank only wanted to find somewhere quiet. He did not ask what four stars or five stars meant.
"The mission's complete, right?" he asked.
"Alright, what a shame." Merlin clearly understood what he meant and could not help sounding regretful.
"As long as you escape the police pursuit, the mission will count as complete."
"If you can't escape, I can come pick you up, but I'll charge another ten percent commission."
With the initial twenty percent and the three percent from the bet, Merlin would receive thirty-three percent in total—nearly half.
"Alright!" Frank adjusted his breathing, looked at the police cars pursuing him from behind, and accelerated.
However, Frank soon looked up at the helicopter circling in the night sky, his expression turning grim.
Something was wrong.
"Merlin! What happened? Why did so many more police suddenly show up?" Thinking of Merlin's abilities, he could not help suspecting that the man had arranged it all himself.
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