Chapter 172: Fast & Furious
This might be the most terrifying part of the blacklist—Some people are actually willing to die in someone else’s place.
The fake Taotie and the fake secretary got into the car.
They pulled out the guns from their waists, loaded them, and switched off the safety.
Their weapons were now ready to fire at any moment.
The car started slowly, pulling away from the narrow road.
Five minutes later, it merged onto the main road, heading toward the suburbs.
It didn’t take long for the police to take notice.
Several patrol cars, sirens wailing, quickly closed in on them.
The encirclement was forming fast.
Seeing this through the rearview mirror, the fake Taotie and the fake secretary exchanged a knowing smile.
The next second, the engine roared.
The car shot forward like an arrow, tearing down the road, as if challenging the police to a game of speed and fury.
As they sped ahead, traffic thickened.
Seeing this, the fake Taotie leaned out of the window, half his body exposed, and opened fire at the police.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
He was ruthless—He knew there was no way out this time.
So he didn’t hesitate to empty his clip.
In the blink of an eye, two magazines were spent.
It wasn’t a waste.
Sixteen bullets later, one of the police cars had its tire blown out.
With a sharp screech, it veered off and crashed onto the curb, completely immobilized.
Seeing this, the fake Taotie let out a wild laugh, reloaded, and fired again at the pursuing cops.
“Come on!”
“Catch up!”
“Let’s see if I can blow you up too!”
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Another magazine gone.
Just as he was about to fire again—
A bullet struck their car door, missing his head by mere inches.
“Shit!”
“That was close!”
He cursed, his heart pounding.
“Be careful!” the fake secretary shouted while gripping the wheel.
“Don’t worry, I’m not dying just yet!”
The fake secretary drove like a demon, weaving through obstacles.
Police cars stayed on their tail. More roadblocks appeared ahead.
But her skills were top-notch—She dodged every last one, slipping through danger again and again.
After almost getting his head blown off, the fake Taotie became more cautious. He aimed carefully, but it was getting harder to land a shot.
At these speeds, every bullet was affected by wind resistance. Shots from the pursuing police were easier to aim but much harder to hit the driver.
His suppressive fire was enough to keep the cops from getting too close—But not for long.
More reinforcements arrived.
His chances to shoot dwindled.
The fake secretary started sweating.
They both knew—This time, they wouldn’t make it.
They had played this game before, acting as scapegoats. Luck had always been on their side.
But this time, it seemed luck had abandoned them.
As they left the city and entered the open countryside, the police stopped holding back.
With wide roads ahead, patrol cars swarmed in from all directions.
They were being boxed in.
“Brother, we’re not getting out of this one,” the fake secretary murmured, her face pale.
“Sis, this is the price we owe,” the fake Taotie said, brushing her messy hair with a smile.
She nodded.
“Head for that mountain,” he said, pointing ahead.
“Alright,” she replied.
The green, untouched mountain would make a perfect grave.
Even if the cops took their bodies away,
At least their souls could stay in the wilderness—A final taste of freedom.
The fake secretary spun the wheel, heading straight for the forest.
The police cars followed relentlessly.
They knew—If these two escaped, they might as well hand in their badges.
“One last burst for fun!”
The fake Taotie smirked, stuck his gun out, and fired wildly.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Bullets zipped through the air.
His shots. The police’s shots.
None of them had much chance of hitting. But they had to fire anyway.
“Drive straight up!”
They were almost at the foot of the mountain.
A crazed look flashed in his eyes.
“Got it!”
She shifted into fifth gear, slammed the gas pedal, and charged uphill.
The police hesitated.
They knew these two were desperate—But this was insanity.
Driving up an undeveloped mountain?
One wrong move and they’d be dead.
This place didn’t even have proper roads.
Even climbing on foot was dangerous.
But the fake Taotie and the fake secretary knew—If they stayed at the base, they were dead for sure.
At least up there, they had a chance.
Then—The car’s wheels hit a rock.
“Boom!”
The entire vehicle lifted off the ground.
“Crash!”
It slammed into a massive tree.
The hood crumpled.
The airbags deployed.
“Cough… cough…”
“Sis, are you okay?”
The fake Taotie coughed, blood trickling from his lips. That impact had wrecked him inside.
“I… I’m fine…”
She sounded weak.
Her forehead was covered in blood.
“Move! We have to run!”
He groaned, pushing the door open.
“Hurry, or they’ll catch up!”
He stumbled around, wrenched her door open, and dragged her out.
(End of Chapter 172)
