"You... were you shot?" Zhang Qiang picked up his laptop and found that it was not broken. He couldn't help but feel very grateful, but then he found blood on Wei Ze's arm.

The bulletproof vest provided by William can only protect the vital body, but there is no way to deal with the limbs. The bounty hunter was hit by at least six or seven bullets on the body of the bulletproof vest, most of which were blocked by the bulletproof vest, but two bullets still drilled into his arm.

Weize grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and said lightly, "If you want to do it, you can try it."

Similar thoughts did arise in Zhang Qiang's mind, but it was fleeting. He had never fought since he graduated from elementary school. Even if the other party asked him to have one hand, he was still no match. He could only smile bitterly when he heard this.

“When will the box be opened?”

"Soon, it should be almost done in another five minutes." said the crypto expert.

"Take off the shirt to me." Weize said as he took off his jacket, pulled out a multi-purpose knife, cut a sleeve from Zhang Qiang's shirt, and tied it to the place where he was shot.

When he did all this, the ghostly guys in Hei Shui also chased after him again.

However, at this time the second wave of hunters also appeared.

At this sensitive time, nothing can attract the attention of hunters than gunfights and racing on the road. Zhang Qiang was checking the calculation results in front. Suddenly, a claw the size of a fist flew over his cheek, and the steel hook was less than half a centimeter away from his eyes.

When Zhang Qiang realized what was going on, he was scared and collapsed on the ground.

The claw hook firmly hooked the car door, and the car that fired the claw hook suddenly changed its direction.

Lincoln's front swung in the opposite direction without being controlled, and almost hit a patrol car coming towards him.

The two policemen inside were obviously frightened by the lawlessness of this group of people. However, the reality is cruel. The other party’s weapons are not only equipped with an electric gun, and they can compete with each other. It is of course a good thing to be loyal to their duties, but it would be a loss to lose their lives for that little salary.

I waited for the guys to leave for two or three minutes before the small patrol car started again, and the sirens sounded, and hung from behind while asking for help from the headquarters.

Of course, Weize also noticed the claw hook flying in. This was undoubtedly a big trouble for him. If it was not solved, he would know where he would be taken.

The bounty hunter endured the pain on his arm, held the direction with one hand and stretched out the other hand, trying to cut the rope behind the hook, but after several times, he almost didn't reach it. At this moment, the other party changed direction again. Wei Ze did not hold the knife in his hand and fell directly to the ground.

The bounty hunter cursed in his heart. He saw Zhang Qiang hesitating in the rearview mirror, and finally picked up the knife.

However, after getting the knife, the latter did not take the opportunity to attack him, but instead buried his head in cutting the rope.

Zhang Qiang seemed to have figured it out too. Weize had at least a promise, and he would release him when he unlocked the password. Only God knows what would happen if it fell into the hands of other hunters.

Therefore, although it sounds absurd, for his own sake, he had to temporarily stand on the side of the kidnapper.

After cutting off the rope, Zhang Qiang obediently handed the knife back to someone.

The news spread faster than Weize expected. More and more hunters can come from all directions and join the race. However, the good news is that as the road conditions continue to approach the city center become more and more complicated, it makes the pursuit more and more difficult.

Moreover, hunters and hunters are in a position to guard against each other, but no one dares to take action first.

This also gave Wei Ze a chance to breathe, but it was only a matter of time before he could be blocked if he escaped like this.

Zhang Qiang could not imagine how the man in front of him could get out of such a bad situation.

However, Weize's expression remained unchanged, as if he had not realized that he was at the end of his journey. He was manipulating the pilot to walk through the traffic street. Lincoln, full of bullet holes, plunged into a cafe, scaring the guests inside to escape, smashed another glass wall, and rushed to the sidewalk.

He tried to change the route so that those pursuers could not guess where he would drive the car next time.

However, under those seemingly irregular rampages, the suspended car is approaching the seventh zone little by little.

It was his base camp and the place he knew best.

If there is any place that can make him miraculously get rid of these little tails, it might be in the seventh district.

But the premise is that he must be able to hold on.

Zhang Qiang had already completed the calculation and opened the password lock on the metal box.

But Weize didn't care about this matter now. After repeated temptations and fights, the hunters behind him seemed to have finally reached an agreement and decided to stop the Lincoln in front first, and then use their own means to grab things.

So the two best-performing suspended cars were picked up as pioneers, clamping Weize tightly in the middle to prevent him from changing direction. At the same time, Toyota behind him planned to connect himself to the target again with a claw hook.

I learned from the last lesson that this time the other party chose a special wire rope and would not be cut by a knife.

At this critical moment, a white Wrangler rushed out from the side, like a bull, hitting the Toyota. The gun-holder tilted his hand and the iron hook shot out rubbed against Lincoln's roof and tilted out.

Hank's long-lost voice came again from the communicator, "Sorry, I'm late, Black Fruit is indeed well-known. Those guys are all hard-working. It took me a lot of time to get rid of their entanglement."

The C-class hunter didn't look very good. His nose bridge was broken, his left eye was swollen, his face was covered in blood, and he was shot on his butt.

However, he did not stop. After solving the troubles around him, he drove up as soon as possible. Weize saved him twice before. This kind of kindness was always remembered by this honest man. Hank put up a grenade launcher on his shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Senior, I'll help you open the way."

The C-class hunter did not aim at the pursuit vehicles, because it was not interesting to kill only one vehicle. He aimed at a small hotel in front with his only remaining eye and smashed its open-air balcony.

The concrete and stones fell from the sky and hit several floating cars following Lincoln, which triggered a series of rear-end collisions. The cars behind the highway were difficult to stop. Even Hank himself was not spared and then crashed into them.

Taking advantage of this gap, Weize also drove the navigator out of the siege.

This time he no longer covered up his intentions, increased his strength, and rushed towards the seventh zone regardless of everything.
Chapter completed!