After the Bentley Bentayga left the bustling downtown area, it reached a straight, level stretch of road—the only route into the abandoned construction site.
At that moment, the people pursuing them finally lost patience. No one knew who fired the first shot, but a dense barrage of gunfire followed, like a string of firecrackers going off.
All those bullets were aimed at Shen Bing's Bentley Bentayga, but within a minute, the gunfire stopped.
Through their telescopes, they discovered that there wasn't even a tiny hole in the vehicle.
Continuing to fire would be nothing but a waste of ammunition.
Their only option was to catch up and force it to stop. Only then would they have a chance of keeping their targets there.
They all floored their accelerators, chasing desperately after it.
If they had known that the Bentley Bentayga ahead wasn't even using a fifth of its top speed, who knew whether they would have been frustrated enough to bang their heads against a wall?
Among the pursuing vehicles, one Van stood out.
It was the largest of the lot, but its speed was no slower than the others.
A full seven people sat inside, probably making it the largest team there.
"Ball, the four of you are the strongest warriors in our United States of America. We'll be counting on you shortly," said a stern-faced man in his forties sitting in the middle.
"Don't worry! No matter how tough that car is, it'll be no match for us!" A black man beside him looked supremely confident, speaking fluent American English.
Then the middle-aged man took out four Syringes and handed one to each of the four men.
He continued, "Judging by the current situation, Shen Bing intends to enter that Unfinished Building construction site. Someone may be waiting