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Chapter 172 Street Sniping Case

Chapter 173 Street Sniping Case

After saying goodbye to Tang Jinmao, Yu Zhen and his bodyguard drove back to the hotel.

Today, Yu Zhen learned too many secrets about the North American high society from Tang Jinmao, which made him quite uneasy, especially considering some things that happened in another time and space.

He knew all too well that some people were unhappy to see him return to the East.

Even if it's done under the guise of carrying out work.

But I spent almost a year in North America.

Others, however, gave him plenty of opportunities to become a citizen, just waiting for him to place his hand on the Holy Crystal, swear an oath to the American flag, and then broadcast the relevant footage globally in a high-profile manner.

They kept delaying and declining the opportunity to change sides.

Now they want to make a high-profile comeback.

"BOOM!!!~~~"

Suddenly, the bodyguard, who had just driven onto the road, inexplicably floored the accelerator, and the car roared as it sped off down the road.

"What's going on?!"

"There was a pickup truck with a machine gun mounted on the roof, and the muzzle just locked onto us for a split second—"

Upon hearing the bodyguard's words, Yu Zhen's eyelids twitched violently.

Damn, a pickup truck and a machine gun? This isn't some war-torn region, it's Seattle on a chilling night, did the gang mistake their opponent for someone else?

Just as I was wondering if I had been mistaken for someone else, the car suddenly swerved and fishtailed.

Then there was a loud "boom!" Good heavens, a shell, just a hair's breadth away, almost grazed the car and hit the road. The violent blast of air and the flying debris and dust from the shattered road made Yu Zhen's head buzz, his body tense, and his adrenaline surge.

His field of vision suddenly seemed to shift to a movie in 0.5x slow motion.

The scenery outside the car window suddenly slowed down.

Despite the slow pace of everything around them, the sudden explosion and the cars speeding down the road created a scene of collective instinctive scrambling and chaos.

Early 1980s car designs didn't include seat belts or airbags.

Everything Yu Zhen saw slowed down, but his mental calculations were incredibly fast. He instinctively anticipated the explosive impact his car would suffer in the next second, as well as the impact from other chaotic vehicles.

So, his most immediate, subconscious reaction was to shrink back, grip the doorknob firmly with his right hand, and dodge to the side—

"!!!~~~"

The next second, a car that had been overturned by the explosion rolled 360 degrees and crashed into their car.

Fortunately, it's my own car, and it's bulletproof at least.

The sudden impact did not break their vehicles.

Boom, boom boom—

The bodyguard repeatedly accelerated and swerved, crashing through the cars blocking his way. He then weaved through the gaps in the second and third waves of machine gun fire like a fish, successfully escaping a certain death trap.

"Jump out at the turn ahead!"

"good!"

There was no time to exchange even a single word with the bodyguard; the situation was extremely critical.

At this moment, Yu Zhen was completely desperate. Staying in the car would only make him a sitting duck. Only by escaping the car and reducing his size to be discovered could he have a chance to escape in such a sudden turn of events.

"Jump!"

Yu Zhen kicked open the car door, curled up into a ball, and rolled away, instantly throwing himself out of the car.

The screeching sound of car tires screeching against the ground and tails spinning frequently arose.

He rolled off the car, curled up, and rolled forward quickly for a long distance. Without even having time to observe his surroundings, he crouched low and rolled into the roadside ditch.

The bodyguard drove off quickly into the distance.

The pickup truck roared after them, its menacing aura palpable as it sped away.

Damn, this is so exciting! What kind of powerful person did I offend? In broad daylight, on the street, someone drove a pickup truck with a machine gun and started blasting me to death.

I lay sprawled in the drainage ditch for a long time, until the commotion on the street subsided and the long, piercing sirens of police cars came in waves. Only then did my heart begin to calm down a little.

"Hey sir, do you need any help? You look like you're in bad shape, what happened—"

Just as Yu Zhen had scrambled to his feet, a young man riding a bicycle happened to see him, stopped his bike, and curiously looked him over to ask about his situation.

"Thank you, I'm fine. The car chase and explosion were terrifying; I tripped and fell, but I'm alright. Thank you anyway!"

The young man shrugged. "Those crazy Sardinian gangsters have been going crazy lately. I heard they're planning a huge heist, the kind that'll rock the world—"

"They're planning an armed rebellion and storming the White House?!"

"Ha, of course not. I heard they're going to kill a world-renowned cultural figure!"

As the young man spoke, he suddenly raised his hand, and a gun appeared in his hand without anyone noticing.

In the blink of an eye, Yu Zhen, who had been looking disheveled and hunched over just a second ago, suddenly appeared beside the young man as he raised his hand to swing his gun.

click!

Yu Zhen grabbed the young man's wrist, which was holding the gun, and with his other hand, slapped him hard across the face. "So...?"

Snapped!

He slapped her again with his backhand, "So you're also an assassin trying to kill me, a cultural celebrity of this world??"

Two slaps in quick succession turned the young man's face into a pig's head. He was completely stunned, his mind blank, and his eyes were practically glazed over.

The young man, who had been slapped unconscious, was kicked into the drainage ditch, the same spot where he had just been hiding on his back.

Then, he put the pistol in his pocket and got on the other person's bicycle.

Yu Zhen nonchalantly got on his bicycle and rode along the roadside like an ordinary passerby, while his mind raced, analyzing which group of people had launched this sudden attack.

Is this really what the young male assassin just said? That the local gang "Crazy Sardinia" is targeting him, a world-class cultural figure, in order to gain fame and recognition, and intends to torture and kill him in exchange for global notoriety?

Some people just couldn't believe it.

Furthermore, the appearance of the young male assassin just now proves at least one thing: when he turned and jumped out of the car, he was already being watched by the other party, who saw that scene, which is why they disguised themselves as passersby and approached him.

But that's precisely where the strangeness lies.

He was truly determined to kill himself.

The moment the other party appeared, he should have fired first instead of talking nonsense and arousing his suspicion, which would have given him a chance to fight back. Moreover, he so naturally revealed the secret that "Crazy Sardinia" was committing murder in the street.

So, is someone deliberately setting a trap for themselves?

But what's the point of doing this?