"You fu-king pu-sy!"
Seeing the SUV coming straight at him, Anthony Soling's forehead twitched as he cursed and quickly scrambled up from the ground to get out of the way.
While he was undoubtedly the bad guy, how come the FBI agents in this SUV seemed even worse, not hesitating to run someone over?!
The SUV was moving much faster than Anthony Soling had anticipated; he had barely gotten up when the vehicle was upon him, leaving no time to escape.
With no other choice, Anthony Soling gritted his teeth, jumped up on the spot, and leaped onto the hood of the SUV.
Thump—
A muffled sound as Anthony Soling slammed down hard on the SUV's hood, he clung to the edge of the hood to steady himself, bearing the pain as he raised his head to finally get a clear look at Luo An who was driving.
At this moment, Luo An was also looking at Anthony Soling, seeing the latter's ferocious face and malevolent gaze, looking as if he couldn't wait to kill him right then and there, Luo An's lips curled up, revealing a bright and sunny smile:
"Good evening, Anthony Soling."
The windshield had been shattered by shrapnel from a grenade earlier, so Anthony Soling could hear Luo An's greeting.
Anthony Soling was always polite to others, so he responded in kind:
"Fu-k you!"
Luo An, not at all offended by the response, still had a smile on his face, but suddenly slammed on the brakes to the floor.
Screech—
A piercing screech of friction sounded abruptly, leaving long black tire marks on the ground; under the force of immense inertia, Anthony Soling was uncontrollably thrown backward.
Not far away was the overturned truck, and Anthony Soling smashed right onto its underside.
Thump—
Another muffled sound as Anthony Soling fell face-first to the ground, feeling pain in his back and all his organs; he raised his head, looking at the SUV with a fierce gaze and suddenly let out a cold laugh.
Inside the SUV, Luo An pulled out his handgun and prepared to disembark, while pressing the communicator, he said:
"Mona, track my location, I have caught..."
Before he could finish, Luo An's pupils shrank suddenly, feeling a chill run up from his waist to the back of his head, his hairs standing on end he didn't hesitate at all and immediately ducked down.
Bang!
The next second, the spot where Luo An's head had been moments before shattered, and the glass exploded, leaving a hole big enough to see through in the adjoining door!
"Sniper!"
Luo An instantly understood the situation, and on the other end of the communicator, Mona's face was full of anxiety. She only heard Luo An's words cut off by the sound of gunfire and asked quickly:
"Luo An! Are you okay?!"
"I'm fine."
Luo An moved to the other side of the SUV and got out quickly, seeing Anthony Soling start to flee, he said with a firm voice:
"Mona, pinpoint my location immediately, there's a sniper in the buildings about five hundred to eight hundred meters to my east; have Winslow and Reesi take care of that guy."
"Understood!"
Mona quickly responded and added:
"Vincent and the SWAT team members will be surrounding your area soon, it should take about a minute!"
"Good."
Luo An simply replied and, out of sight, downed a bottle of [Combat Drug - Swiftness] and a bottle of [Combat Drug - Strength], then bolted out in pursuit of Anthony Soling.
In a high-rise building 600 meters to the east of the SUV, a short-haired Caucasian man lay prone with a sniper rifle, his face filled with disbelief.
He was one of Anthony Soling's men, receiving a call from Anthony Soling right after he had escaped the restaurant.
The Caucasian male had been tracking them all along, and finally reached the building just as Luo An hit Anthony Soling with his car, sending Anthony a message that he was in position.
Based on past habits and experience, the short-haired man would usually take advantage of when team leader Anthony Soling drew the enemy's attention to stealthily open fire and kill them. This tactic had been foolproof, never failing before.
But just now, it failed! The short-haired man witnessed it himself; the very handsome FBI agent seemed to know he was about to shoot, ducking ahead of time and dodging the fired bullet!
"It must be a coincidence, definitely a coincidence."
The short-haired man took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart. He didn't believe anyone could sense the trajectory of a bullet beforehand, so he readjusted the direction of his gun barrel and slowly aimed at Luo An again.
On the other side, Anthony Soling, who was fleeing rapidly, was also filled with astonishment. He couldn't understand how Luo An had just managed to dodge that bullet either, and finally attributed it to the unusual circumstances today, chalking it up to the short-haired man being unprepared and making a rare mistake.
Seeing Luo An catching up to him, Anthony Soling flashed a ferocious smile. To create an opportunity for the short-haired man, he started deliberately running towards a street corner with fewer obstacles.
Bang!
Crash——
Suddenly, the sound of glass shattering was heard as the window of a flower shop at the intersection exploded, scattering shards everywhere.
The short-haired man shot again, but to his and Anthony Soling's disbelief, Luo An rolled on the ground and managed to dodge the bullet in advance again, while simultaneously pulling out a hand grenade and tossing it.
Boom——
The hand grenade exploded not far from Anthony Soling's side, the impact causing him to fall to the ground once more, with shrapnel from the grenade opening several wounds on his waist, thigh, abdomen, and other parts of his body.
With intense pain all over his body, Anthony Soling struggled to crawl quickly behind a car. He didn't have the state of mind to care about his injuries at that moment; his expression was as if he'd seen a ghost, and with a shocked face, he yelled loudly:
"FBI! How did you do it?"
Luo An walked around the wall to stand in a blind spot invisible to the sniper, raised his pistol towards the car where Anthony Soling was hiding, and said with a faint smile:
"Intuition."
"..."
Anthony Soling's eyelids twitched, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, not believing a word that Luo An said.
Before Luo An could say more, three fully armed SWAT officers suddenly rushed out from three directions, standing in the sniper's blind spot while also blocking the other three streets of the intersection. Vincent, holding a megaphone, shouted:
"Anthony Soling! You are surrounded! Drop your weapons and put your hands up!"
After Vincent's words, there was silence behind the car for a few seconds, and then Anthony Soling's laughter suddenly erupted:
"I'm surrounded? FBI! Nice joke! You actually made me laugh!"
Luo An narrowed his eyes slightly, Vincent's brow was furrowed, and just as he was about to speak again, Anthony Soling suddenly stepped out from behind the car.
Different from the suit he had worn before, Anthony Soling had now taken off his jacket and shirt, wearing only his pants and leather shoes, showing his muscular body and abs in front of everyone.
No one was in the mood to assess the quality of Anthony Soling's physique; their gaze focused on the patch and the metal wires on his chest.
Seeing these items, Luo An's expression shifted slightly, the SWAT officers furrowed their brows, and Vincent's face changed dramatically:
"This is..."
"This is the signal source for a remote bomb."
Anthony Soling grinned broadly, pointing a gun at his own head, a brazen smile on his face as he declared loudly:
"In a luxury apartment behind that restaurant earlier, I planted five bombs.
Only I know their locations, and whether they will explode depends on my heartbeat.
If you don't believe me, you can try it out and see if those bombs will explode!"
"..."xN
The intersection immediately became eerily silent, the SWAT officers glanced at each other without a word, Vincent's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and finally, they all turned their gaze toward Luo An.
Just at that moment, everyone's communicators suddenly buzzed with Mona's voice:
"The sniper has been successfully captured by Winslow and the others!"