Zhou Qingfeng's shotgun spun in his palm, the lever-action mechanism making a crisp "click," ejecting the spent shell and chambering a new round.
Then five shotgun blasts were unleashed like a storm—every shot made the gun rotate once.
The continuous five gunshots hit the hood of a police car, instantly causing it to smoke heavily; another police car's tire was blown out, making the car lose control and flip, blocking the road.
The street was in chaos, with wrecked police cars and debris scattered everywhere. The smell of burnt rubber mixed with gasoline filled the air.
Shrill sirens still echoed in the distance, but the pursuit had clearly weakened, like the brief calm after a storm.
Inside the armored car, Governor Ellison Parker and the special operations captain watched the rear chaos through the bulletproof glass.
The hunter, evidently caught in a heavy siege, still pursued relentlessly. What on earth was he chasing? Was he really unafraid of death?
