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Chapter 75 True. Tracking

?Why do you find Frank soon, but he found that Frank was being monitored by two groups of people and did not show up.

Frank couldn't convince his lover, and Mrs. Bislin still asked Frank to send her son to school. It seemed that some people were used to being arrogant and really thought no one dared to touch him.

Frank drove carefully, always vigilant about the four directions in front, back, left and right directions. Why hang up his phone? Let Frank realize the seriousness of the problem more. With Frank's understanding of why he is tough and can't scare him easily.

The people who followed Frank were the people from the Satan organization and Ethan Hunter's Cia organization. Strictly speaking, it was Cia who monitored Frank and Satan's people.

However, behind them, there was a yellow taxi, the mantis stalked the cicada, and the oriole was behind, so why bother to be behind the oriole?

"Lucas, run into it and force him to stop his car." said the female leader of the Satan organization.

After Hebi's reminder, Frank had already discovered the stalking of Satan's organization. He just felt that there was a group of people following him. Suddenly, Cadillac from behind rushed up and slammed his car ass.

"Ah—!" Mrs. Bislin's son clapped excitedly, "Uncle Frank, someone hit our car."

"Damn it, little Jack sit down and don't move!" Frank immediately accelerated and avoided the other party's second collision.

"Two cars, side by side, and pinch him to death!" The female leader of the Satan organization shouted angrily.

Frank immediately changed direction and turned to Miami's Beach Avenue, which was more conducive to Frank's speed flow Audi cars.

The people from Satan and Cia organizations turned around and followed Frank into the Beach Avenue.

Why not slow down and continue driving forward? Ethan Hunter looked in the rearview mirror and found that the yellow taxi was not following, so he dispelled the doubts. When Ethan Hunter accelerated just now, he found that the yellow taxi behind could still follow. He couldn't help but feel a little doubtful, so he wrote down the other party's license plate number.

Frank turned into the Beach Avenue, which facilitated the pursuit of the people from Satan. Frank's black Audi car continued to overtake, slowly increasing the distance from the rear car with pure speed.

"boom--!"

"boom--!"

The people in Satan organization had poor driving skills, so they could only hit the vehicles in front, ask others to give way to them, and then move forward at full speed. Satan organization's rough method is simple and effective, and quickly cleared the road. The cars in the same lane as them avoided them, for fear of being knocked over.

Frank glanced at the rearview mirror quickly, immediately changed his strategy, and turned left into another path.

Suddenly a taxi passed by Frank's car, which scared Frank and almost got hit.

Frank found that there was an additional mobile phone and headphones on the seat of his co-pilot.

"I was the boss just now!"

Frank immediately reacted and put on his headphones immediately.

"Frank, you're being followed, there are two groups of people in front and behind." Hebi's voice sounded from inside the headphones.

"Well! I found out too, I need help!" Frank said quickly.

"You think beautifully, do it yourself!" Why bother to refuse decisively: "If you die, I will burn a few big girls for you, oh! There are also a few performance cars."

Frank: "..."

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

The car chasing Frank from behind opened fire and fired. Frank was too lazy to dodge. The black Audi he was driving is a bulletproof car customized by the Citi government for Bisling Jeff, and ordinary bullets were invalid.

However, the next second, Frank's face turned green.

The female leader of the Satan organization opened the car sunroof and carried a bazooka to aim at Frank's black Audi.

"Fuck!" Frank cursed. Bulletproof cars can't be protected by any bullet-proof car.

"Haha, Uncle Frank, you're swearing!" Mrs. Bislin's son clapped his hands and smiled.

Frank immediately turned the steering wheel and asked the car to go to the left, then quickly turned right, and then left. This repeated the car moved forward in an ‘s’-shaped way, making the female leader of the Satan organization unable to aim at Frank’s car.

"Shuo--!" The female leader of the Satan organization finally pulled the trigger, and the rocket was shot at Frank in red light. Frank smiled contemptuously, and the accelerator on the floor suddenly increased. He threw away the rocket. The rocket shot was gathered in an unlucky private car, "Boom--!" The private car was immediately blown away, and the family of three in the car went to see God in an instant.

"Damn, Jim, this won't work. We must stop them, otherwise more and more innocent citizens will be hurt." Ethan Hunter screamed angrily.

Jim was calm and shook his head and retorted: "We are the intelligence department, and the crime arrest is not within our work. I will notify the Miami police immediately."

"I have notified the Miami police, but the Miami police may not be able to defeat these crazy criminals." A female agent Claire said quickly.

"Aren't FBI's people also in Miami? You can notify FBI!" Another female agent immediately reminded.

"That's right! This is FBI's job." Ethan Hunter said happily. When he was unintentionally, a yellow taxi was turned out from somewhere and was parallel to their work car.

A piece of disgusting chewing gum flew out and stuck very accurately to the pedals of the work car. Ethan Hunter looked at the yellow taxi vigilantly. The license plate was different, not the same car. Ethan Hunter breathed a sigh of relief and accelerated to chase the vehicle in front, and the yellow taxi was thrown away.

Why turn on the tracker? The tracker is positioned successfully. This time, why don’t you really want to follow the car and hang it from a distance, no matter whether it is a car crash or an explosion in front.

"boom--!"

"Bang bang bang..."

The gun behind Frank was loud and the explosion sounded loud. Frank knew that passive escape was not a solution. If the opponent increased the attack density, he would always hit him with one shot.

"Boss! Help me!" Frank couldn't help but shout.

"There is a short bridge at the third intersection on your right, go up the bridge!" Why do you say sinisterly?

"Okay!" Frank replied decisively.

Frank's car arrived at the third intersection and immediately turned right. After a few seconds, he saw a suspension bridge. Frank quickly honked his horn and asked the pedestrians to dodge.

Passers-by are not even birds with birds, Frank is a car.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The Satan organization who caught up with him later taught these passers-by to lie on the ground as dead people with bullets. The lucky passers-by who were not shot dodge at the highest efficiency, which made Frank a little stunned and immediately accelerated to the suspension bridge.

The people from Satan also rushed up. When Frank got off the suspension bridge, the two Cadillacs organized by Satan were just in the middle of the suspension bridge.

Why press the detonator insidiously?

"Boom--!" The suspension bridge broke from the middle, and all the two cars organized by Satan were plunged into the water. Ethan Hunter quickly braked the car to avoid the bad luck of getting into the water.

Frank turned around, took Mrs. Bislin's son to the passenger seat and continued driving forward.

FBI and Miami police arrived at the suspension bridge at the same time very on time. At this time, both Frank and Satan had withdrawn.

"Very good! The other party's hiding place has been locked."

Ethan Hunter and his group followed Satan's organization that fell into the water and finally found the other party's residence.

"Ethan, prepare for it, take action tonight, steal the virus and the antidote of the corresponding agent. This thing will be of great use to our country," Jim planned happily.

"I understand!" Ethan Hunter replied seriously.
Chapter completed!
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