Eric didn't know what was going on. All he knew was that his "ordinary life" seemed to be over. A large group of men who wrapped themselves in a black suit pretending to be CIA tried to catch him. The reason was unknown. All they could be sure of was these guys that seemed to have something to do with his parents' great and mysterious work.

Speaking of which, his parents seemed to be doing some outstanding research that made great contributions to mankind, but it seemed that the only one who contributed to their biological son was a group of dangerous men who were chasing him. Fortunately, Eric was not a soft persimmon, and no matter what the other party wanted to catch him, he would not be honest and surrender.

He walked along the bends of the alleyway to the wall of a community near his residence, and reached out to grab the two-meter-high iron fence and jumped over the spikes. He was as agile as a gymnast.

Although these black suits don't look very professional, the organizers are not idiots. Eric went around the spider-web-like alleyway for a few circles and found out that the black suits had already laid a net near his residence before talking to him. Not only did the old house where he lived, but also the gardens of the nearby private houses, the community and even supermarkets were guarded by black suits. No matter who they were behind them, they were all excellent hunters, and Eric was a bug in the middle of the spider-web he woven. No matter where he ran, he could not escape the ears and ears of these black suits.

The other party has indeed taken out a lot more than the situation that should be taken out for a high school student, but luckily, Eric is not an ordinary high school student in his bones. The other part is lucky that he has something that the other party doesn't know.

Eric ran along the tree-lined paths in the community and rushed straight into the underground garage.

Yes, the garage. Although he has not yet taken the driver's license, it does not prevent him from getting himself a sports car. His Chevrolet Corvette is quietly parked in a parking space outlined by white lines, which he got when he was seventeen. Whenever he asked Shenlong's parents for money to buy something in a letter, they never made money directly, from a smartphone update to a sports car that he shouldn't have at his age. However, he was surprised that his parents never asked more questions about this, just like the boss allocating funds to the department where he was in the back.

He doesn't have a driver's license, but this doesn't prevent him from driving out and running wildly every few days. What, it's crazy to drive out in a cool sports car at the age of sixteen? Well, he doesn't have a driver's license, it's just expired... about eighteen years old.

At the same time, the communication channel of the group of black suits did not stop for a second.

"Boss! That guy climbed over the wall to the neighborhood next to him, and we followed in!"

"Damn it, is this kid a representative of the athletics in the college? He jumps faster than a rabbit!"

"After a minute, I saw him running into the garage, haha! The little devil is in a panic, there is only one exit below."

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"Damn! That Corvette! That gray Corvette! That little devil has a car! Stop him!"

When the Odin gray Chevrolet Corvette rushed onto the street like a gray lightning and the tires twisted the direction with a harsh friction sound, the black suits surrounding the place, which surrounded the place with iron buckets realized that the little bastard they were trying to catch was sitting in the driver's seat of Corvette.

"What are you doing when you are just standing stupidly?" The leader of the action spoke, and the roar pierced the eardrum of every black suit through the headset in the form of electromagnetic waves. "Chase! Grab him!"

So several cool black sports cars that seemed to randomly surround the old house started at the same time. They shouted loudly on the slippery streets, biting the silver lightning tail and chasing them.

The Corvette is not a top sports car, but riders can also play a vital role in the racecourse besides horses. The turbo engine emits a dragon-like horn in the hands of the irritable rider, and the splash of snow flies behind the high-speed rotating tires. The car is like a wild horse that has run away, rushing on the slippery road at a speed of more than one hundred and thirty yards, with horns and clamors connected together.

Drive without a license and outrageous speeding, even if it is not included in the next series of driving in the opposite direction and ignoring the red lights and other behaviors, if he is caught, he may not be able to touch the car legally in his life. But now, Eric has no choice. He is playing wildly, but the pursuers are not the kind of people who cherish life. Several black sports cars are tightly biting Corvette's butts, and the headlights that pierce the rain curtain are like demons' eyes.

They began to show off their deadly weapons. Eric used the rearview mirror to see a silver-gray gun in a black suit leaning out of the car window, a German-made MP5.

The 9MM-caliber gun spit out a long fire dragon, and people began to scream, making way for the crazy pursuit. Eric shrank his head, and the reflector on the right side of his body shattered into a silver-white slag with a "clang". He cursed in a low voice, slammed the steering wheel, and the body drifted into the block on the left at an angle of 45°.

He had already called the police when he rushed out with Corvette, and with the passion of this car chase drama, he was even less worried that he had attracted enough attention from the police. Now he has fully verified the speculation that the pursuers behind were outlaws. His only way was to hand over these madmen to the police for handling without armed conditions.

He approached the New York Police Department as close as possible, hoping that the riot police could intervene as soon as possible to deal with these lunatics.

But unfortunately, he seemed to have underestimated these people a little.

While rushing at a speed of more than 130 yards, he took the time to scan the remaining rearview mirror. He saw that the roof of the black sports car that was farthest away from him was opened. A black suit stood up in the wind and rain, threw away the sunglasses that were in the way, and set up a black rifle.

The light sniper rifle M82A1LW, an aluminum bipod stand on the pitch-black roof, facing the violent wind, like a sharp eye staring at the driver of Corvette.

At this distance, on the speeding sports car, coupled with the unscrupulous wind and the rain pouring like a waterfall, is that guy really sure to get the sniper?

Eric's pupils contracted, and an illusion arose in his heart.

That person is different from these miscellaneous fish!

He can hit it!

"Bang!"

The gunshot resounded through the darkness, and the silver bullets tore the rain curtain, hitting Corvette's left front wheel with precision and terror as calculated.
Chapter completed!