Chapter 3340 Bloody New City (89)
The night rain was getting heavier and thunder roared. The Carter Group Building was like a tilted black obelisk in the thunderstorm, and the glass curtain wall was covered with earthworm-like rain marks.
The red light of the security door fingerprint scanner beat three times in Carter's eyes before it was successfully recognized. He couldn't help but start to thank the IRS for not taking action on the safe power supply.
The muffled sound of tactical boots stepping on the metal floor suddenly came from the corridor behind him. When Carter flashed into the shadow of the tea room, he saw Agent Lake's night vision lenses reflecting and sweeping across the wall. This experienced agent was using a tactical flashlight.
Check the scraps of the paper shredder.
"Group B blocked the fire passage, and Group A followed me." Lake's radio squelch produced a brief echo in the corridor, full of inorganic indifference, with a violent aesthetic that was unique to the law enforcement officers.
Carter moved carefully towards his door, and the sudden explosion of thunder illuminated the entire floor. He saw the blood stains of Bron on the cuffs of his suit, which appeared in a strange dark blue color in the lightning.
Ten minutes later, Carter was curled up on the maintenance platform of the freight elevator shaft, and the creaking sound of gloves and friction steel cables came from below. Lake's voice resonated with metal texture in the shaft: "Mr. Carter, the shell company you set up can
No bulletproof function.”
The agent suddenly threw the stun bullet upward made Carter instinctively lean back, and his head hit the wall and burst out with blood. But he endured the severe pain and jumped out along the gap in the maintenance platform.
The rain slapped the glass curtain wall, making a "crackling" sound, as if countless invisible hands were hitting the heart of the steel giant beast.
Carter gasped and walked quickly against the wall. He held a small flashlight in his hand, and the beam of light drew a faint mark in the darkness. Extreme tension and anxiety appeared in his eyes, and on his forehead
The fine sweat beads that oozed out slid down the cheeks.
"We must rush to the vault... we must destroy the log..." He murmured in a low voice, with a hint of imperceptible madness.
At this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps and low conversations came from afar. Carter's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He quickly turned off the flashlight, held his breath, and pressed his body against the wall. In the darkness, several bright lights
Sweeping through the corridor, IRS agent Lake and his squad of agents are approaching him.
"Search separately, he can't run far!" Lake's voice was cold and decisive. The tactical flashlight in his hand swept across the wall, and the beam of light cuts through the darkness like a sharp blade.
Carter's heart was almost about to jump out of his chest, and he knew he had to leave here as soon as possible. He stepped back carefully, trying to find another path to the vault. However, his heel accidentally kicked a metal trash can and issued a "bang"
There was a loud bang.
"Then!" Lake's voice suddenly increased, and the beam instantly locked in Carter's direction.
"Damn it!" Carter cursed in a low voice, turned around and ran away. His footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, and behind him, the rush of agents chasing and shouting.
"Stop! Carter! You can't escape!" Lake's voice was like a whisper of death, chasing him reluctantly.
Carter ran desperately, his heart beating violently, and his lungs seemed to explode. His eyes were blurred, and he could only shuttle through the darkness based on his memory. He rushed into the stairwell and jumped down in three steps in two steps, with the footsteps being narrow.
echoes in the space.
"He ran to the stairwell! Block the exit!" Lake's voice came from above, accompanied by the heavy footsteps of the agents.
Carter rushed out of the stairwell and entered the underground parking lot. The darkness here became even more intense, and the air was filled with the smell of engine oil and dust. His steps slipped on the slippery ground and almost fell. He stabilized his body and quickly hid.
Go to the back of an abandoned car, hold your breath and try to hide yourself.
The footsteps of the agents gradually approached, and the beam of the flashlight swept through the parking lot. Carter's heartbeat roared in his ears, and his hand held the flashlight tightly, as if it was the only life-saving straw.
"I hinder the official business, add five more years!" "Luck threatened coldly and decisively, "All exits here have been blocked. It's only a matter of time before you are arrested. Don't resist stubbornly!"
Carter knew he could not wait any longer. He rushed out from behind the car and ran towards the vault. The agents immediately noticed him, and the shouts and footsteps sounded again.
"Catch him! Don't let him run away!"
Carter ran with all his might, and the footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer. His legs were as heavy as lead. Just as he was about to reach the door of the vault, a powerful hand grabbed his shoulder.
"Catch you!" Lake's voice sounded in his ear, with a hint of victory.
Carter turned around suddenly and punched Lake in the face. Lake was caught off guard and was beaten back. Carter took the opportunity to break free and rushed towards the vault gate. He quickly entered the password and the door slowly opened.
"Quick! Stop him!" Lake roared angrily, covering his bleeding face.
The agents rushed up, but Carter had already rushed into the vault. He quickly closed the door and blocked the agents outside. The vault was pitch black, and only the indicator lights on the server cabinet were flashing faintly.
Carter gasped, quickly found the main server and began to manually format the system log. His fingers quickly tweaked the keyboard, and a trace of determination appeared in his eyes.
"Hurry up... hurry up..." He murmured in a low voice, and fine beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead.
At this moment, a violent impact came from the gate of the vault. The agents were trying to break in.
"Carter! You can't escape! Open the door!" Lake's voice came from outside the door, with a hint of anger and anxiety.
Carter's fingers ticked quickly on the keyboard, and finally, the screen showed "Format Complete". He breathed a sigh of relief, quickly unplugged the server, turned around and ran towards another door in the vault.
He pushed open the back door and rushed into a narrow passage. At the end of the passage was an iron door leading to the ground. Carter ran with all his might and finally pushed open the iron door.
The wind blew on a rainy night, and the rain hit his face, bringing a hint of coolness. He took a deep breath and felt that he had finally escaped.
However, just as he was about to take his last step, several strong lights suddenly shone on his face. He narrowed his eyes and saw a group of ordinary people holding sticks standing in front of him.
"Carter! You damn tax thief! Don't try to run away!" the gambler in the lead roared.
Carter was completely stunned. He stretched out his hands and waved it, "Who are you?! Don't block me!!"
"Catch him! Don't let him run away!" The gamblers rushed forward and pressed Carter to the ground.
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Carter struggled, but was quickly subdued. His face was covered with mud and his eyes were filled with despair and fear.
Lake came over with the agents and looked coldly at Carter who was pressed to the ground: "The game is over, Carter."
Carter raised his head and the rain slid down his cheeks. He knew he had lost completely. But he had no idea why he lost.
Where did the group of people come out in the end?! If it weren't for them, I could have completely left the agent and went to the safe house in the suburbs, and the IRS wouldn't be able to find it there!
Full of anger and reluctance, Carter roared and struggled wildly. Clay looked at the back of his bloody head, and a trace of doubt flashed slightly in his eyes.
"People caught it, boss. But some of the system logs may have been destroyed by him, and there is also..."
"No, nothing, maybe it's my illusion. OK... This guy doesn't look like a banker. Didn't he be an agent or something when he was young?"
"He led our people around the building for a long time and almost locked us outside the vault door. This is not the physical quality that a pampered rich man can have..."
"If I have to say something, I feel like he is a little crazy, like the crazy mental patient. I suspect he may want to escape responsibility with mental illness... OK, I will pay attention, I will take it now
The person is back."
The hall of Pheles Casino was brightly lit and the atmosphere was warm. Host Patrick stood in the middle of the hall, holding a golden microphone in his hand and an iconic exaggerated smile on his face. On the giant screen behind him, there was a play.
Real-time footage inside Carter Building - Carter ran away in the dark, and IRS agent Lake and his squad chased each other.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Patrick's voice spread throughout the casino through the sound, with a hint of banter and excitement, "Welcome back to our special program - 'Tax Monopoly'! The live broadcast tonight was really exciting, ours
The protagonist, Mr. Carter, is performing a thrilling escape drama!”
The camera switches to Carter's embarrassing figure, who was running desperately in the dark corridor, sweat soaking his suit and tie hanging loosely around his neck. Patrick pointed to the screen and shrugged exaggeratedly: "Look at this one once
The financial tycoon is now like a rabbit chased by a hunter! I have to say that his performance is really...well, how do you say it? He feels both distressed and wants to laugh!"
A burst of laughter broke out in the audience, and the gamblers raised their wine glasses and talked excitedly. Patrick walked to the audience and handed the microphone to a gambler with a flushed face: "Hey, man, do you think Carter's performance
How about it?"
The gambler grinned and showed a golden tooth: "Excellent! It's so exciting! I bet fifty yuan and he couldn't last ten minutes, but this guy ran for so long! Although he was caught in the end, the escape process was definitely
It's worth the fare!"
Patrick laughed and patted the gambler on the shoulder: "It seems that our Mr. Carter is still a little capable, right?" He turned to face the camera with a hint of teasing in his tone, "But I guess he must be now."
I regret not paying more taxes, otherwise I wouldn’t have fallen into this place!”
The camera switched again, this time it was the scene of Carter being pressed to the ground by the gamblers. The rain hit his face, mixed with mud and sweat, making him look particularly embarrassed. Patrick shook his head in a sympathetic manner: "Oh, pitiful."
Carter, it seems that tonight's 'Death Game' is over for him. But don't worry, everyone, our show has just reached its climax!"
He walked to the other side of the stage and pointed to a real-time updated data screen: "Look at these text messages! Our audience members are so enthusiastic! In just ten minutes, we have received more than 100,000 text messages! Everyone is here
To score Carter's performance, someone suggested that he be awarded the 'Best Escape Award'!"
There was another burst of laughter in the audience. Patrick blinked, with a hint of cunning in his tone: "However, what interested me the most was this text message--"Carter's performance reminded me of my ex-husband, who was so capable.
Run, but he is trying to avoid debt!'Haha, it seems that our Mr. Carter really resonates with everyone!"
"Oh my god! I just received a good news-" Patrick shouted with a wave of his arm, "The Lower Jazz Dance Show has broken through historical ratings! It is hitting Gotham TV's highest ratings record! Let's do it for this
Chapter completed!