In front of them, three police cars were lined up in a row, blocking the road, and there were spike strips laid out on the surface. If the car tried to force its way through, its tires would get spiked, leaving them at the mercy of the police with no escape.
"Mr. Ye, what should we do?"
Archie's hands tightly gripped the steering wheel as he looked at the spike strips on the road.
"Keep driving."
Ye Wudao, however, was expressionless. During the standoff with Azure Gate, he hadn't hesitated to take them down, but these were Chicago's police, and Ye Wudao didn't want to kill the innocent. It would be troublesome, but that didn't mean he was out of options.
When the car was about five meters from the spike strips, Ye Wudao placed his hand outside the window and, without looking, he pulled the trigger repeatedly...
