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Chapter 49 The Highway Grandma and the Car Chase

Sitting in the passenger seat, Qin Wei would occasionally glance at the rearview mirror.

He was a little nervous.

At this moment, he was essentially sitting right in the middle of a fireworks display. If the Joker gang really went berserk and wanted to sacrifice themselves to enjoy a grand fireworks show, a whole truckload of flammable and explosive materials would be enough to send him flying.

At this moment, Qin Wei missed Oswald terribly. Although the latter was not very bright, having an old friend to talk to could ease the tense atmosphere to some extent.

But not with Royce; Qin Wei had to maintain his persona to gain the other party's trust.

If the leader of a group acts dramatically and cries all the time, what will people who want to join the group think?

Little did he know that Royce beside him was also burdened with his own worries.

With the car window open, Reus gripped the steering wheel with one hand, smoking cigarettes one after another without stopping.

He was also extremely nervous, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Qin Wei, who was resting his chin on his hand, with his eyes half-closed, looking like he hadn't woken up yet.

This ignited his damn competitive spirit.

The boss is so calm. If I show too much panic, will he look down on me? Will he kick me off the ship? Revenge on Maronny, avenge Jenny... God, this might be my last chance...

Each of them harbored their own thoughts but didn't voice them, so they just kept quiet and gritted their teeth to endure it all the way.

Ha~ Men!

The truck entered the tunnel, having already traveled halfway. Qin Wei estimated that the other end might not be ready yet, so he asked Royce to slow down.

However, this action angered the car behind.

From the moment they entered the tunnel, the Beetle behind them kept honking its horn. Royce was so annoyed by the noise that he punched the steering wheel a few times. If it weren't for the box of dangerous goods, he would have slammed on the brakes to give the other driver a little surprise.

"Why are young people these days so impatient when they drive? There are lanes all around us..." Royce muttered in complaint.

But before he could finish speaking, the car behind him overtook him from the right.

There were no oncoming cars, so the little Beetle drove alongside them.

The car window rolled down, and the red-necked grandma with a full head of silver hair pulled out her cane and poked it into their car door, leaving Qin Wei dumbfounded.

What's going on here, Grandma on the highway?

The saying "Gotham City is known for its simple and honest people" is not without merit.

She grumbled and poked at the car a few times, then realized that Royce in the driver's seat wasn't even looking at her. Enraged, Grandma climbed back out the window and pulled out a handgun: "Kiss my ass! Bastard!"

She fired the gun with both hands, drilling several charred holes in the car door.

Royce's face darkened. He didn't want to stoop to Old Deng's level, but the other party had gone too far.

Just as he was about to bend down to look for a gun, Qin Wei handed him a Mossberg 500:

"I think you need this!"

"You know so well!"

Reus whistled, his lips practically curling into a wide grin.

As the black muzzle of the shotgun peeked out the window, Old Deng was terrified and dropped the gun. He shakily climbed into the car and patted his wife.

"Slow down! Slow down quickly!"

But isn't it too late to repent at this point?

"Shut your god damn mouth! Go fuck yourself, bitch!" Royce stuck his head out of the window, arrogantly spewing trash talk at the Beetle, and then shot it in the front tire.

boom!

Countless steel balls pierced the tire, and the Beetle, wriggling uncontrollably, crashed headfirst into the tunnel wall.

Wuhu!

Royce stood up, excitedly leaned half his body out of the window, and fired several shots at the tunnel ceiling. Since his release from prison, he had been bottling up too much frustration without any outlet.

This incident became an outlet for his emotions.

"That feels so good!"

The excited Royce contrasted sharply with the serious-looking Qin Wei in the passenger seat.

As for why Qin Wei was frowning?

A row of headlights appeared in their rearview mirror—three pickup trucks were rushing towards them side by side in the tunnel.

It's time to come.

Qin Wei remained calm. Although this was the worst possible outcome, everything was still under his control.

He pulled Reus back from his tantrum.

"I'm sorry to have interrupted your fun, but we need to hurry!"

……

The pickup trucks were powerful and caught up with the truck that had floored the accelerator in no time. However, since it was a one-way tunnel, the constant oncoming traffic made it impossible for the pickup truck convoy to overtake and block them for the time being.

In the rearview mirror, Qin Wei could even clearly see the exaggerated clown costume painted on the face of the driver of the car behind him.

It seems these guys still wanted to get the cargo back. Instead of firing their guns rashly, their accomplices, who were hiding in the pickup truck bed, threw out hooks to grab the truck's crash bar.

After ensuring the vehicle was securely fastened, the lead vehicle slammed on the brakes, causing Qin Wei and his truck to lose a significant amount of speed.

But that wasn't all; Qin Wei saw more grappling hooks being thrown over in the rearview mirror.

Royce glanced at the rapidly dropping speedometer, then turned and gave Qin Wei a look, which the latter understood immediately.

"Boss, it's all up to you!"

"Put your heart back inside!"

Although he couldn't use his right hand properly, don't underestimate the power contained within this body. Qin Wei grabbed the window frame with one hand and lifted himself out of the driver's seat using only his arm strength.

With a push of his feet, Qin Wei jumped onto the hood of the car.

As he climbed onto the roof, he felt a pang of regret, regretting not bringing his shotgun. The Jokers might not dare to fire, but that didn't mean he couldn't. However, he then thought it was fortunate he hadn't brought it; it's better to leave some room for maneuver in the future. If he pushed those lunatics too far, they could just set off fireworks and be done with it.

Just as he stood on the roof, the truck slowed down again. Qin Wei staggered to steady himself and slowly moved towards the back of the truck.

Standing on the roof of the truck and looking down at the rear, good heavens, every nook and cranny was covered with hooks, twenty or thirty of them densely packed together. No wonder the truck could only go forty or fifty miles a mile even with the accelerator pedal smoking.

These hooks were more difficult to handle than Qin Wei had imagined. The ropes were all made of steel wire, rendering his small dagger completely useless. It seemed the only way to untangle them was to jump onto the pickup truck.

But the Clown Gang was clever too. They couldn't shoot the people standing on the roof of the carriages, but they could shoot the people standing on the roof of the carriages. As soon as Qin Wei popped his head out, he would be met with a barrage of bullets.

At this moment, Qin Wei in the carriage felt as if he were behind a wooden door in the middle lane of CS:GO, with 100 Miao Renfengs waiting for him to peek out with sniper rifles.

"Damn...she's pretty tough! Luckily I'm quick-witted!"

Qin Wei lifted his smelly clothes and revealed the treasures he had previously found in the port's black market.

……

It was late at night, and Maroni sat at his desk, writing furiously.

Next to the ink bottle, stacks of invitations were neatly arranged.

"...I hope Mr. Falcone will grace me with his presence at the reception I will be hosting. Sincerely, Sal Maroni."

After finishing writing the last invitation by hand, Maroni shook his aching wrist, a barely perceptible sneer flashing across his face.

"Benny! Help me send out these invitations, especially Mr. Falcone's. Make sure you deliver them to him personally." A huge black figure pushed open the door and entered.

This guy named Benny looks really tall, probably 7 feet (about 210cm), with a huge belly, filling the entire door frame like a perfect puzzle piece.

"Falcone? Excuse my bluntness, boss, but he might not be attending."

"No! This reception concerns the renewal of the port terminal lease. If I mention my intention to buy it at a higher price, he will definitely get restless, and then..."

Maroni opened his hands and placed them to his lips.

"boom!"