Chapter 132 Gamble or Fight?

Luke grinned and nodded to his left. “Ask your partner who it was that I carried here.”

The woman from the truck had her gun pointed at Luke.

The electrifying girl asked her something in Portuguese, only to be shocked by the reply. The young man who looked like a high-school student had truly caught Sergei.

Luke finally said to the woman from the truck, “My lady, please don’t point your gun at me, or I will kill you first if I have to take action.”

The woman hesitated for a moment, but did put her gun down.

She was the only one who knew that her gun had run out of bullets.

Luke smiled. “Good girl! Now, beautiful lady, your name is Vanessa, isn’t it?”

The electrifying girl glanced at him and asked, “What do you want? Money, or something else?”

Luke grinned. “It’s simple. You can either make a bet with me or fight me bare-handed. I’ll let you go, whether you win or lose.”

Vanessa was stunned for a moment. As she pondered, the woman from the truck said something to her that Luke didn’t understand.

Vanessa’s face changed, and she asked, “What will we bet on?”

Luke smiled. “It’s simple. I bet that you won’t get away with your loot.”

Vanessa was confused, but she quickly accepted the bet. “Alright, it’s on. Can we leave now?”

Luke whistled and put his guns away. He bowed slightly, before he dashed back and looked for the unconscious Sergei.

The four bank robbers looked at each other in bewilderment, but soon gathered their wits.

The woman from the truck quickly got in and urged Vanessa to drive.

She had seen Luke running astonis.h.i.+ngly quick in their direction with Sergei on his back.

Sergei was a Russian man who was almost 1.9 meters tall and weighed more than a hundred kilograms, but Luke had still run fast with such a heavy man on his back. Only a psycho would choose to exchange physical blows with him.

So, she convinced Vanessa to bet with Luke. At any rate, it was better than him crus.h.i.+ng them.

None of them understood why the young man was letting them go, but they didn’t have much time to consider it.

There had been too many eyewitnesses to the gunfight. If they stayed any longer, the NYPD helicopters would show up.

Hitting the gas, they fled quickly in the Audi A8.

Luke, on the other hand, pressed a b.u.t.ton on his fake phone as the A8 drove away.

Then, he grabbed Sergei, found Bell, and threw Sergei into the trunk of the cab.

Bell wasn’t happy. “Hey, hey! I just fixed up my baby, and you’re putting a bloodstained man in my trunk?”

Luke said, “I get it, I’ll give you an extra hundred to clean your car, alright?”

Bell snorted, “Hmph, it’s not about the money… Well, remember that you promised me a hundred bucks.”

Elsa asked, “Why did you let the women go?”

Luke chuckled. “They can’t get away. Bell, go after them. Their car will start losing momentum in a few minutes. Elsa, get your badge out and get ready to arrest them.”

Elsa was puzzled. “Huh? Why me?”

Luke shrugged and said, “It’ll prove that you finally got the loot back after a valiant pursuit.”

Elsa asked, “Really?” She found that hard to believe.

Even if Luke didn’t like credit, he didn’t have to give it away, did he?

However, she soon understood what he was doing.

Luke had taken down Sergei’s gang and captured Sergei on his own. So, what would her role be in her report? A supervisor?

Luke was only telling her to arrest them so that she could share in the credit.

The bank robbers, and the loot in particular, were an important part of this case.

It would be easier for Elsa to write the report if she was the one who captured them.

Bell was feeling rather excited in the driver’s seat.

Her car had been stopped and later impounded last time when she had been chasing the four women, which had been a clear defeat.

She was going to win this time.

She pressed a b.u.t.ton, and the glove compartment opened to reveal a panel. She quickly pressed a few b.u.t.tons on the panel. The car was immediately lifted up as the tires switched into race mode.

The front and rear wings of the car also readjusted for high speed.

Luke wasn’t surprised. Having helped Bell repair the car, he knew the basic tricks that it had.

Bell’s talent was probably completely devoted to cars.

She could’ve made a fortune with her modification skills, but she preferred to be a driver than a professional car modifier.

“13.7 seconds! It’s even faster now!” Bell rubbed her hands together. “Pa.s.sengers, please fasten your seatbelts.”

Luke and Elsa followed her instruction without any hesitation, otherwise, they would be flung out of the car later.

In the next second, Bell’s car wooshed out.

Even with Luke’s current strength, he still felt rather scared in a car going at such speed.

Shoot! You’re a pilot among cab drivers! It’s not that you’re driving too fast, but you’re flying too low!

In less than a minute, they saw the A8.

Bell found it odd. “That isn’t right. Aren’t they too slow?”

Elsa glanced at Luke, knowing that he must’ve done something.

In the A8, Vanessa frowned. “Something’s wrong with the car. I can’t accelerate.”

One of the women suggested, “Should we stop and examine it?”

Vanessa frowned even harder. She suddenly recalled Luke’s bet that they wouldn’t be able to get away with the loot.

“Let’s enter Na.s.sau first. We’ll try to get a new car there,” said Vanessa.

It wouldn’t be easy to identify the problem with the car, certainly not when they were using every second to escape.

But if she had stopped to examine the car, she would have easily discovered that the exhaust tube was partly blocked by a bulging object, which was why her car couldn’t accelerate.

It was as simple as that.

Bell easily caught up to the A8. She laughed and sneered at the women tauntingly.

Speechless, Luke could only lower his head and try not to show his face.

Vanessa didn’t notice Luke in the backseat. She looked at Bell and wondered how they could run into each other here. This black lady was one of the few people who was as good at driving as she was.

Luke coughed. “Elsa, you can show them your badge and ask them to pull over now.”