It's really one crisis after another!
Raymond cursed under his breath, but his hands moved extremely quickly.
He released the handbrake, shifted gears, and stepped on the accelerator. The tires screamed harshly as he rushed out of the motel door and drove onto Highway 26.
As soon as the two Ford police cars saw the jeep trying to escape, they immediately accelerated and followed it.
Looking in the rearview mirror, the police car behind me did not have the Chicago Police Department logo. It seemed that it was the Illinois State Police.
The three of them had escaped from a motel full of corpses. Furthermore, they were all holding submachine guns, and in the trunk of their car, there was a box of large sums of cash, 10 kilograms of flour, and 30 kilograms of marijuana.
This BUF can be said to be completely stacked. If caught by the police, even jumping into the Mississippi River will not be able to wash it off.
We can't fall into the hands of the police now. Once we are stopped by the police, everyone except Ribs will probably get 200 years in prison.
The jeep that Raymond drives has a displacement of 1.6 liters and a maximum power of 140 horsepower.
The state police chasing them were driving a Ford police car, which is standard for American police officers. It has a 3.6-liter V6 engine and can produce a maximum of 300 horsepower.
Such a gap in hard power cannot be made up no matter how high the driving skills are.
Raymond was about to step on the accelerator, but a police car behind him relied on its speed advantage to catch up. After passing half of the jeep from the right side, it was ready to hit the rear wheel of the jeep in a classic American stop.
At this time, Ribs, who was sitting on the right passenger seat, had already seen through the police car's intentions.
The moment the other car approached, Reeves stretched out the submachine gun in his hand from the outside of the car and fired several shots at the front windshield of the police car.
The windshield of the police car behind him was riddled with seven or eight bullet holes and shattered into pieces.
The officer driving the car, though not hit, was startled and slammed on the brakes, sending the Ford police car skidding, spinning, and crashing into a roadside guardrail.
"Well done! Ribs!"
Raymond gripped the steering wheel tightly and shouted loudly, while stepping on the accelerator and rushing towards downtown Chicago.
In the open suburbs and outside the city, it was impossible to get rid of the Ford behind.
Only by driving into the city and taking advantage of the complex streets and road conditions can we take advantage of our technology and find a way to get rid of the continental police chasing us.
At this time, there was another Ford police car following behind.
When the police officer saw his colleague being shot several times, he knew that the group in front was not easy to deal with, so he did not dare to get closer and just followed from a distance.
At the same time, he took out the car radio and started calling for support:
"The suspect has been spotted ahead! He's in a black jeep with an obscured license plate. He's fleeing along Highway 26 towards Chicago! Requesting backup! Requesting backup!"
While observing the situation of the police car behind, Ribs gave Raymond directions.
Now, Ribs' goal as an informant is far from being achieved, and at this time, Raymond must not be allowed to fall into the hands of the police.
More than 20 minutes later, the car drove into downtown Chicago, and the traffic on the road became increasingly heavy.
Raymond's driving skills are indeed good. He steers the wheel skillfully and changes lanes constantly, but he still finds it difficult to get rid of the Ford behind him.
"Raymond! Turn left in front, then turn right immediately and turn into the alley!" Ribs commanded.
"Okay! Got it!"
Raymond immediately followed Ribbs' instructions and quickly turned two sharp turns.
The police officer behind him chased to the intersection and turned a corner, only to find that the jeep in front had disappeared from his sight.
As he drove around searching, he began to report the situation: "The vehicle ahead has lost sight and was last seen in Block 106! Requesting support! Requesting support!"
The dozen or so patrolmen near Block 106 all received the order and moved closer to the block at the same time.
The three people in the jeep had just driven into the alley and had not yet breathed a sigh of relief when they heard sirens sounding again in front of them.
At the entrance of the narrow alley, a police car appeared out of nowhere, having spotted them. Sirens blared, and the flashing red and blue lights pierced their eyes.
"Hurry! Back up!" Ribs shouted.
Raymond immediately shifted into reverse gear and backed up.
Because the alley was too narrow, the car bumped into other cars left and right. By the time it backed out of the alley, the two rearview mirrors had already been knocked off and the windows on both sides were almost all broken.
Raymond turned the steering wheel sharply, trying to do a beautiful drift turn, but he still overestimated the performance of this civilian jeep.
There was a loud bang, and the jeep body immediately tilted to one side.
"Hou Lixie! Flat tire! Damn it!" Raymond cursed, trying his best to hold the steering wheel.
The car body kept moving to one side, the direction was difficult to control, and the speed dropped sharply.
If this goes on, it will be impossible to escape the police's pursuit!
While no police car was catching up, Reeves shouted, "Raymond! Stop the car! Get out and change cars!"
Raymond immediately understood what Reeves meant. He turned the steering wheel and parked across the middle of the road, stopping several cars of passing Chicago citizens.
The three of them got out of the car together, Raymond and Capri went to the trunk to take out the dollars and the goods.
Ribs, holding a submachine gun, strode towards several cars on the road.
The cars stopped weren't good ones; there were a few Chevrolets and Fiats, which Liebs didn't even bother with. At the very back, a white Audi caught his eye.
Holding a submachine gun, Reeves walked over to the Audi, opened the door, pulled the white woman out of the car and said, "We are Chicago police, your car has been requisitioned!"
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