Chapter 2250
Reunion of old friends
In just a short while, the driver was shot in front and hit by a motorcycle from behind. He felt like his head was going to explode. He could not imagine that the thrilling scenes that only appeared in movies would be played out so realistically in front of him, and he was deeply involved in it. But in order to save his life and not be shot in the head by Loew, he could only suppress his fear and start the car again.
The driver was probably really scared, and as soon as the car started, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The tires scratched the ground frantically, producing a thick black smoke, accompanied by a sharp and piercing friction sound, and the car rushed out like an arrow from a bow, disappearing at the corner in front in a blink of an eye, leaving only a choking exhaust gas.
After much effort, Novin and Sergei finally caught up with him, but the car Lev was riding in had already disappeared. In desperation, they could only control the mysterious motorcyclist first.
"Put your hands up, quickly!" Novin and Sergei quickly took out their guns, pointed them at the motorcyclists, and shouted threats.
"Ah~~" The motorcyclist watched the car disappear from sight, and suddenly saw two people pointing guns at her. She was extremely annoyed and depressed, and couldn't help but let out an angry shout. Then, she took off her helmet, revealing a beautiful face with blonde hair and blue eyes.
When Sergei saw that it was a beautiful woman, his eyes lit up immediately, as if he had seen some rare treasure. Seeing this, Norman slowly put down his gun.
Struggle and transaction in the car
The car was still running wildly on the road. As it gradually got out of sight of the pursuers, the driver calmed down a little. He looked carefully at Loew in the back seat through the rearview mirror. He saw that Loew's clothes on his abdomen were stained red with blood, and his face was distorted due to the severe pain, looking particularly hideous.
The driver couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic, and said kindly: "You are in a bad condition, I will take you to the hospital."
"No!" Loew refused without hesitation. He knew very well that he was a wanted criminal by the military. If he went to the hospital, it would be like surrendering himself. How could he possibly go to the hospital?
Love endured the severe pain in his abdomen. Every breath he took felt like a knife was twisting his stomach. He trembled as he took out some money from his pocket and threw it on the central control box in front of him. Then he said with difficulty, "Let's go to where I live, in Shagara Heights."
The driver picked up the money and took a quick look at it. Considering the money and the gun in the other party's hand, he couldn't say anything more. So the driver drove the car slowly through the bustling city and headed towards the Shagara Highlands.
After several minutes of driving, under the guidance of Loew, the car finally arrived in front of the house where he lived. The driver did not leave immediately, but followed Loew into the house. After this short time on the road, the driver felt that Loew did not seem to be a bad guy. Seeing his pitiful appearance, the driver could not help but feel compassion and decided to help him again.
"Go get a doctor, the kind that won't ask too many questions." Love said with difficulty, sitting weakly in the chair.
"I already have enough troubles." It is obviously illegal to find a black doctor to treat a gunshot wound. The driver doesn't want to take the blame for no reason and get involved in such trouble.
"You are from the other side, a Palestinian," Löw suddenly said, with a complicated look in his eyes.
"I don't want to meddle in other people's business." The driver said, turned around and prepared to leave.
"Wait, I can pay you more than you'll earn in your entire life." Seeing that playing the emotional card had no effect, Löw immediately offered the temptation of benefits.
Unexpectedly, this trick really worked. The driver, who had already walked to the door, felt as if his feet were nailed to the ground when he heard that Loew could give him more money than he could earn in his lifetime. He hesitated for a few seconds, struggling fiercely between money and reason. Finally, he slowly turned around and said doubtfully, "I need to see the money first."
Loew knew that his situation was extremely critical, and he didn't care whether he would be robbed or not. He gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, stood up immediately, held on to the wall, and staggered towards the bedroom step by step, his steps were clanging and unsteady, as if he would fall down at any time.
The driver followed him silently, with a look of deep confusion and suspicion on his face. He was like a thief, tiptoeing carefully, watching every move of Love through the front glass, especially the action of Love entering the password. He memorized the password that Love entered in his heart.
At the same time, the driver was also filled with curiosity. This small thing didn't look like something that could hold more money than he could earn in his entire life.
Finally, Love walked to the bedroom, opened the drawer, took out a small black square box, put it on the table, and began to enter the password. Because he was too weak, his hands kept shaking, and he made a mistake the first time he entered the password.
Love was so angry that his face turned red. He angrily cursed: "This crappy thing is really troublesome. If the password is wrong three times, it will be automatically destroyed."
The driver followed behind without saying a word, just staring at the small box.
Love took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and entered the password again. This time, he finally entered it correctly. He took out a small thing that looked like a USB flash drive from the box. "What is this?" the driver asked in confusion, with a hint of curiosity and vigilance in his eyes.
"If you sell this thing, I can give you 50,000 US dollars, but you have to help me. I'm bleeding a lot and I need to see a doctor urgently. If you want this money, please help me. The money from selling it is enough to turn your life around." Love panted and said with difficulty. Every word he said seemed to use up all his strength.
When the driver heard what Loew said, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of his throat. His eyes gradually turned red with excitement and his hands clenched involuntarily.
He was indeed deeply tempted and his heart was moved. As a Palestinian living in Israel, he worked very hard and could not earn more than 3,000 US dollars a year. He could barely make a living by driving a taxi every month. If he could get 50,000 US dollars, it would be enough to completely change his life and let him get out of the quagmire of life.
At this time, the atmosphere around the mall was still filled with tension. The chase and gunfight just now turned the originally bustling streets into a mess. Pedestrians fled in panic, and vehicles were parked randomly on the streets. Some even had minor collisions because they could not avoid them in time. Novin and Sergei stood beside the overturned motorcycle, surrounded by some brave passers-by, who whispered and talked about what had just happened. Novin frowned, and her eyes revealed a trace of annoyance. She was unwilling to let Loew escape like this. Sergei turned his head from time to time to look at the controlled blonde beauty, his heart full of doubts. Who is this woman and why is she involved in this dangerous chase?
The blonde beauty sat on the ground, her arms folded across her chest, with a hint of disdain on her face. She looked up at Novin and Sergei, her eyes not showing any fear, but rather a hint of provocation. Novin squatted down, stared at the blonde beauty, and said seriously: "You'd better tell me the truth, what is your relationship with Loew, and why did you help him escape?" The blonde beauty sneered and said: "Do you think I will tell you so easily? Don't waste your energy." Sergei couldn't help but say: "Don't be stubborn, we have plenty of ways to make you speak." The blonde beauty rolled her eyes at him and didn't respond.
Meanwhile, in the speeding car, the driver kept watching Love's condition through the rearview mirror while driving. Love was lying on the back seat, his face becoming increasingly pale, and blood from his abdomen was still flowing, staining the seat blood red. His breathing became increasingly rapid, and each breath was accompanied by a painful groan. The driver looked at Love's painful appearance and could not help but feel a little worried. He knew that if he did not find a doctor as soon as possible, Love would probably die from excessive blood loss. However, the risk of finding a black doctor to treat the gunshot wound was too great. Once discovered, he would be doomed.
"Can you really give me that much money?" The driver couldn't help asking again, his heart still full of doubts. Love opened his eyes slightly and said weakly: "As long as you help me find a doctor and heal my injury, I won't give you a penny less." The driver gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, I'll try. But you have to promise not to get me into trouble."
Love nodded and said with difficulty: "Don't worry, as long as you help me, I will do what I say."
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The base of Team B was hidden at the busy and slightly messy dock. It was filled with various equipment and supplies, and the air was filled with the salty and humid sea breeze. Novin and Sergei, along with the female rider, hurried back here to meet Colonel Coltrane.
"Captain Shakova." Colonel Kechuan called out the woman's name as soon as he saw her. The colonel was dressed in a neat military uniform, with a calm and dignified look on his face, but his eyes revealed a hint of mixed emotions towards this old friend. He knew that Shakova's appearance would make the already complicated situation even more difficult.
"Alexander, the places you go in and out are always so comfortable." The female rider named Shakova responded, her voice had a unique charm, with the boldness of a Russian woman and a hint of ridicule. She and Colonel Coltrane were indeed very familiar with each other, and this familiarity came from the last mission they performed. In that operation, the Russian force where Shakova was located cooperated very tacitly with Team B, and the two sides cooperated seamlessly, as if they were a well-trained joint force. However, after the mission was over, the Russian military urgently summoned her, and she hurriedly separated from Team B and returned to Russia. But this time, for some reason, she suddenly appeared here without a word.
"We want to know who you're chasing." Since they were old acquaintances, Colonel Coltrane stopped beating around the bush and got straight to the point. He stared at Shakova, trying to catch a clue from her expression.
"Of course you want to, but let me say hello to everyone first." Sharkova seemed really happy to meet these old friends again. She turned to face everyone, a bright smile on her face, and said, "Hello, guys." Her smile was as bright as the sun, but behind this smile, it seemed that there was a secret hidden.
"Sakova, it's nice to see you again." Stonebridge responded first, with a sincere smile on his face. He still felt a little happy for this partner with whom he had fought side by side.
"Me too." Shakova answered with a smile, her eyes sweeping across everyone's faces one by one, finally landing on Long Zhan.
"Beautiful lady, I let you escape before, but I can't let you go this time. How about we go for a drink together tonight?" Long Zhan seemed to have a special interest in this blonde Russian girl. Perhaps in his mind, only Russian girls could play cards with him and enjoy that kind of special fun. When he spoke, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a sense of confidence and teasing.
"That depends on your ability?" Shakova raised her lips, with a provocative look in her eyes. She responded to Long Zhan without showing any weakness, as if to tell him that she was not so easy to be conquered.
Long Zhan raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything more, but his eyes revealed a hint of excitement, as if he had met an interesting opponent.
"I wish I could say welcome, too." Novin said in a strange voice, crossing her arms over her chest with a hint of dissatisfaction and ridicule on her face. Novin seemed not to welcome Shakova's sudden appearance, perhaps out of a woman's intuition, or perhaps because of some entanglements in the mission.
"You can try." Stonebridge joked, trying to ease the slightly tense atmosphere.
Shakova ignored Novin and instead looked at Chetri and said, "Corporal, it's great that you're still alive." There was a hint of surprise and ridicule in her tone, making it difficult to guess what she was really thinking.
"Thank you." Chetri was speechless at Shakova's words and could only laugh dryly. He knew that although Shakova's words seemed friendly, they always made people feel that there was something else behind them. (End of this chapter)