Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

Watching the opponent's supercar getting closer and closer, George gritted his teeth.

Glancing at Charlotte who was not planning to get off the car, George gave up the idea of ​​blocking the way with his car.

If the other party is not afraid of death and really bumps into me, I'm afraid I'll have to collect Charlotte's body.

It was too late to ask Charlotte to get out of the car. If George didn't want to let her leave, the only option left was to drive after her.

"What are you standing there for? Let's go, George. I can't wait any longer."

This is a car chase that is unique to the United States. Charlotte has only seen such a scene in games.

And this is from the police's perspective, chasing a five-star citizen of New York. This perfect first-hand real-game picture of GTA6 is really hot.

How popular are car chases in the United States?

So, there is a channel that broadcasts this kind of report every day, live broadcasting high-speed car chases between criminals and American police, and live broadcasting the exciting scenes of their battle of wits and courage.

The ratings of this show are incredibly high. Countless people watch it as an unscripted variety show, and it is extremely popular.

The police helicopter failed to track the suspect, but the media helicopter was experienced and used its expertise to continue tracking the suspect.

George didn't hesitate any longer, started the car and began to reverse.

The other party's sports car rushed past them quickly, and even slowed down provocatively. From the open car window, a yellow-haired guy with a skull tattoo all over his body poked his head out. He gave George a disdainful smile and passed by.

The wheels turned, with a nimble drift, George, unwilling to be outdone, turned the car around and followed closely behind.

The sports car was driven at lightning speed, nimbly avoiding the vehicles in front.

The speed quietly reached 100 miles.

Faced with such a scene, one car after another slowed down and watched in amazement as the two cars passed through them.

George followed closely behind, driving with full concentration.

On the city roads, the two men quickly reached a speed of 110 miles.

Compared to the handsome Dodge Challenger in front, the Chevrolet driven by George is a complete steel behemoth.

Crossing the road, with a nimble drift, the two entered Second Avenue one after another and rushed towards the highway.

No longer driving in the opposite direction, the sports car's performance was further demonstrated, and George's Chevrolet was not to be outdone.

George wanted to overtake and stop the car, but the other party didn't give him the chance at all.

There is much less traffic on Second Avenue, with wider lanes and better sightlines.

The two cars started to accelerate at the same time. George took the time to turn around and look at Charlotte beside him.

Charlotte sat upright in the passenger seat, concentrating, looking straight ahead with a well-behaved expression, like a good baby. However, his excited eyes completely betrayed Charlotte.

Car chases are really tense and exciting. If you make the slightest mistake, you might lose control.

Although he was about to be hit several times, he still managed to dodge the traffic in a very thrilling way.

George is an experienced driver who has participated in countless car chases, so his driving skills are naturally beyond doubt.

Gritting my teeth, I pressed the gas pedal into the mailbox, and the mail roared.

The driver of the flag car in front looked at George who was chasing him, curled up the corner of his mouth, revealed a hint of sneer, provocatively lowered the speed, and waited for George to get closer.

Finally, when George was about to enter the highway, the front of his car was hit by the exhaust gas of the sports car.

After glancing at George's Chevrolet, the yellow-haired man stretched his left hand out of the window.

When George looked at the middle finger extended from the cab in front, the veins on his forehead couldn't help but twitch.

Then the yellow-haired man stuck his head out and a mouthful of saliva spurted out. With a "pa" sound, it hit the glass in front of George very accurately.

Looking at his own achievements, Huangmao showed a proud smile and his taillights flashed red twice.

George, who was sitting in the driver's seat, stared at the saliva on the glass with wide eyes, and his face turned red and warm at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His eyes were spitting fire and his hands were tightly gripping the steering wheel.

The Chevrolet suddenly accelerated and crashed into the Dodge's butt.

But although sports cars seem to be within reach, there is still an insurmountable gap.

The other party seemed to have guessed George's thoughts, and the distance between them not only did not get closer, but became farther and farther.

With his mouth shut, George swallowed the swear words he wanted to say because of Charlotte's presence.

His arms bulged with strong muscles, he turned on the windshield wipers indignantly, turned left, and tried to overtake again.

The idea is beautiful, but the reality is very ugly.

The opponent's horsepower was not at the same level as George's. In the blink of an eye, the supercar began to pull away again. George could only watch the opponent go away, and soon the only thing in his sight was the opponent's taillights.

bang——

George slapped the steering wheel hard and said angrily:

"These damn bikers, I will definitely smash their gas tanks next time."

"George, don't lose heart~" Charlotte leaned back in her seat enjoying the lightning speed and said:

"So this is a car chase, awesome! I want to do one next time..."

"What do you want too?" Knowing that he couldn't catch up, George slowed down and gave Charlotte a wary look.

"I'm going to... blow up their tires too." Charlotte said firmly.

The car chase was broadcast live by the media, watching George slow down.

The host said helplessly:

"It seems that our detective is about to give up. The detective's top speed has reached 150 miles per hour, but the gangster is even better, reaching 165 miles per hour. The gangster has won this race again. Let us congratulate him...

Wait, what happened up ahead? A pileup? Another car chase?

The highway has been blocked by New Jersey State Troopers! Rescue in progress?

The bandit also discovered this situation and was forced to return the same way he came.

It seems the chase is not over yet, police support has arrived, and a head-to-head race is about to begin."

Through the intercom, George also knew what happened.

After parking the police car, George pulled out the pistol from his waist and said to Charlotte:

"Stay here and don't move. Let me handle the rest."

He got out of the car, opened the trunk, took out the tire shredder, spread it out on the highway in front of him, opened the car door as a cover to block his view, and waited quietly for the other party to return.

Soon, the Dodge sports car appeared in George's sight.

The other party slowed down his car and drove up to me. I saw the tire shredder on the ground at a glance.

Out of desperation, Huangmao drove closer and stopped 2 meters away from George.

George pointed the gun at the cab and shouted:

"NYPD! LET ME SEE YOUR HANDS! LET ME SEE YOUR HANDS! HEY! ASSHOLE! I SAY IT AGAIN, LET ME SEE YOUR HANDS!!"

As he said this, he aimed at the window. If the other party made any unusual movement, George would shoot without hesitation.

A pair of tattooed hands stretched out of the car window. Huangmao poked his head out and opened his mouth full of lip studs and said:

"Congratulations, Detective~ You caught me!"