Darnell stepped on the gas, and the Porsche shot forward several meters. The man in black, who had just aimed at the fuel tank, lost his target and fired a shot into the ground.
Seeing the police car catching up again, the man in black was furious. “Damn it! Why are you driving so fast?”
“Sir, didn’t you tell me to speed up?”
Darnell looked frustrated. “So, should I drive fast or slow now?”
To prevent this madman from shooting at the tanker again, Darnell showcased some driving skills and put a fifty-meter distance between them.
“Faster! Drive faster.”
After gaining some distance, the man in black exhaled a long breath and urged Darnell to drive while licking his lips. “I’m exhausted.”
As he drove, Darnell timidly asked, “Sir, are you into big deals?”
“You were so impressive just now, fighting off so many cops by yourself. Especially in close combat. You were like Bruce Lee, taking them all down.”
The man in black was about to scold Darnell to shut up but softened his expression with a hint of pride upon hearing the compliment.
“You really think so? I’m Carson Bateman. Handling these cops didn’t even require thirty percent of my strength.”
Darnell looked at him with admiration. “Sir, are you recruiting any followers? I’d like to learn from you and become a formidable outlaw like you.”
Carson glanced at Darnell and saw that he seemed sincere rather than mocking. He snorted, “With those skinny arms and legs of yours? Don’t even think about it.”
“Mr. Bateman, is that a knife?”
“Yeah, it’s razor-sharp and can cut through iron like mud. I’ve slit many throats with it.”
“What gun are you holding in your right hand?”
“A police gun. It’s a piece of junk with poor firepower and short range. Give me a sniper rifle, and I could take down the entire Whiteville Police Department.”
“Mr. Bateman, it looks like you’re holding a grenade in your left hand. Is it from a toy store?”
“Toy store, my ass! This is a real grenade that I made myself. It’s incredibly destructive. When there’s no way out, I’ll pull the pin, and everything within twenty meters will be obliterated.”
“Mr. Bateman, your…”
Carson grew impatient. “Shut up! You’re annoying me. Ask one more question, and I’ll shoot you dead.”
Darnell meekly squeezed out a sentence. “I just want to say your fly is open…”
Carson looked down and immediately cursed, “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
Then he turned to look behind them as another police car approached. “Damn it! These bastards have been chasing me for two days non-stop! Still not let go?”
“If I escape this time, I’ll make sure Judith pays tenfold for this with every possible method.”
He tossed his knife onto the dashboard to make himself more comfortable and to better aim his gun.
Darnell quietly asked, “Mr. Bateman, who is Judith?”
“Just a crazy woman.”
Carson was furious at the mention of Judith. “She’s pretty but too fierce. Her subordinates are all lunatic, not afraid of dying.”
“My reputation for killing countless people can scare most women to death just by shouting it out loud, but she brought her men to chase me ten blocks.”
“I disguised myself as a repairman, yet she still found me. If I hadn’t been alert, I’d be caught by now.”
Then he hardened his expression again. “Why do you care? Just drive! If we don’t get rid of the cops, I’ll kill you.”
He shouted out loud again, “Drive faster!”
“Mr. Bateman, I’m new at this. If I go any faster, I won’t be able to control the car.”
Darnell looked distressed. “How about you take the wheel and let me off?”
He swerved to avoid a taxi but almost collided with a truck, making Carson break out in a cold sweat. This man really was new at this.
Carson cursed angrily, “Damn it! A newbie driving such a good car? You’re a spoiled brat, aren’t you?”
Seeing Darnell’s unstable speed and clumsy handling made Carson want to drive himself. However, with the police cars close behind and needing both hands free to shoot back effectively, he could only shout, “Less talking! Step on the gas hard!”
Darnell had no choice but to accelerate, gradually reaching eighty kilometers per hour.
Carson looked tense as he constantly checked both the rearview mirror for police cars and the road ahead for obstacles while occasionally glancing at Darnell.
He worried that Darnell might drive them into a ditch.
As they rounded a corner, Darnell’s left hand twitched slightly, causing one of the tires to hit an elevated road bump.
The Porsche suddenly tilted. Its front end veered off course with a screeching sound towards a two-meter-high boulder by the roadside.
“Ah!”
Darnell let go of the steering wheel and covered his eyes in panic.
Damn!
He wasn’t a newbie driver! He was a murderer!
Carson dropped his gun and grenade to grab hold of the steering wheel with both hands in one swift motion. He turned it sharply enough that their out-of-control vehicle screeched back onto solid ground.
Cold sweat drenched his face.
At that moment, the Porsche came abruptly to a halt. A knife plunged into Carson’s shoulder.
Pain shot through Carson’s body as anger surged within him. He turned his head, only to realize that both his gun and grenade were now held by none other than Darnell himself.
Darnell pointed at the blood-stained knife while grinning cheekily, “Mr. Bateman, all your weapons are now in my hands.
A groan escaped Carson’s lips amidst the increasing blood flow.
Darnell looked intently at him as he said, “I have a knife, a gun, and a grenade. What do you have?”
Carson was almost in tears.
Darnell lifted the gun barrel. “Take out all your money and then get out of the car with your hands on your head.”
With a face full of frustration, Carson got out of the car, and Darnell followed suit.
Carson, holding his head, looked at Darnell and pleaded, “Let me go, and I’ll give you half a million.”
Darnell spoke with great righteousness, “Am I the kind of person who can be bought by money?”
However, he thought, “If you offer five million, I might be tempted.”
Carson threatened viciously, “If my men know what you did to me, they will not spare you.”
Unfazed by his threat, Darnell shrugged and said, “No one will know it was me.”
“Do you even know how to shoot? You probably don’t even know how to load a gun, right?”
Bang!
Darnell fired a shot at his knee, and Carson immediately knelt down.
Ten minutes later, a large number of police officers rushed to the scene, only to find Carson covered in blood and unconscious on the ground, with his hands and feet tied up, and a grenade and a police gun lying nearby.
Judith arrived at the scene, had Carson cuffed, and then called for the surveillance footage along the way to understand the whole situation.
There were no cameras in this corner, so no one knew what had happened and how the mighty Carson got knocked down. However, Judith got the screenshots from speed safety cameras and saw the license plate numbers of the car.
Judith thought of the Porsche at the repair shop, and her eyes instantly focused. “Was it him?”
“Find out the owner of the car for me,” she ordered.