The Black officer stepped forward and called for them to stop, while the white officer rested a hand on his holster, his gaze wary.
The four of them kept walking as if they had not heard. The Black officer hurried forward and quickly blocked their path.
There was something wrong with these four!
The two officers drew their guns together, blocking the four from the front and back.
The four stopped and raised their hands in unison. Tony shot Deadpool a look, and Deadpool understood; his figure flashed, and he knocked both officers unconscious to the ground.
"Let's get out of here first."
Tony looked around, then called for everyone to leave.
Constantine very skillfully found a car nearby. Under the others' strange gazes, he expertly started it. The corner of Tony's mouth twitched, and he seriously questioned the man's profession. Those moves were far too practiced—one look and you knew he was a repeat offender!
"What are you staring at? Get in!"
Constantine gave them a contemptuous look, lifted his chin proudly, and sat in the driver's seat. He started the car and sped away.
The electronic screens on both sides of the street began changing one after another. The four of their faces were glaringly conspicuous.
A tat-tat sound came from the distant sky. A police helicopter was flying toward them, and farther away, sirens wailed from another block as vehicles kept heading their way.
"We've been locked on to."
Constantine pulled off the wig on his head and drove at breakneck speed.
The sound of the sirens grew increasingly piercing, and police cars kept bursting out from the intersections behind them.
"This won't work. If this keeps up, they'll catch us sooner or later. This place is Umbrella Corporation's home turf. They can use an endless stream