OBS Chapter 3340 Bloody New City (89)
Chapter 3340 Bloody New City (89)
Chapter 3340 Bloodshed in New City (Eighty-Nine)
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the thunder was roaring. 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's fingerprint scanner flickered three times before Carter successfully recognized it. He couldn't help but thank the IRS for not taking action on the security power supply.
There was a sudden thud of tactical boots on the metal floor in the hallway behind him. As Carter slipped into the shadow of the tea room, he saw the reflection of Agent Lake's night vision lens sweeping across the wall. The experienced agent was using a tactical flashlight to check the shredder residue.
"Group B, block the fire escape, Group A, follow me." Lake's radio static echoed briefly in the corridor, full of inorganic indifference and a cold and ruthless violent aesthetic unique to law enforcers.
Carter moved cautiously towards his door. Suddenly, a loud thunder exploded, illuminating the entire floor. He saw Bron's blood on the cuffs of his suit, which appeared a strange blue color in the lightning.
Ten minutes later, Carter was crouching on the maintenance platform of the freight elevator shaft, and the creaking of gloves and friction cables could be heard from below. Lake's voice resonated metallically in the shaft: "Mr. Carter, the shell company you set up is not bulletproof."
The stun grenade thrown by the agent suddenly made Carter lean back instinctively, and the back of his head hit the wall and burst into blood. But he endured the severe pain and jumped out along the gap of the maintenance platform.
The rain hit the glass curtain wall, making a crackling sound, as if countless invisible hands were knocking on the heart of this steel behemoth.
Carter panted and walked quickly along the wall. He held a small flashlight tightly in his hand, and the beam of light drew a faint streak of light in the darkness. His eyes revealed extreme tension and anxiety, and fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead slid down his cheeks.
"We must get to the vault... We must destroy the log..." He muttered in a low voice, with a barely perceptible hint of madness in his voice.
At this moment, there was a sound of hurried footsteps and low conversations in the distance. 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 beams of strong light swept across the corridor. IRS agent Lake and his team of agents were 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 cut through the darkness like a sharp blade.
Carter's heart almost beat out of his chest, and he knew he had to leave here as soon as possible. He retreated carefully, trying to find another way to the vault. However, his heel accidentally kicked a metal trash can, making a loud "bang".
"Over there!" Lake's voice suddenly rose, and the light beam instantly locked onto Carter's direction.
"Damn it!" Carter cursed under his breath, turned around and ran away. His footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, and behind him came the hurried pursuit and shouting of the agents.
"Stop! Carter! You can't escape!" Lake's voice was like the whisper of death, chasing him relentlessly.
Carter ran as fast as he could, his heart pounding and his lungs threatening to burst. His eyes were blurry, and he could only rely on his memory to navigate the darkness. He rushed into the stairwell and jumped down in two steps, his footsteps echoing in the narrow 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 into the underground parking lot. The darkness here was even thicker, and the air was filled with the smell of oil and dust. His footsteps slipped on the slippery ground and he almost fell. He steadied himself and quickly hid behind an abandoned car, holding his breath and trying to hide himself.
The agents' footsteps were getting closer, and the beams of their flashlights were sweeping across the parking lot. Carter's heartbeat was roaring in his ears, and he held the flashlight tightly in his hand, as if it was his only life-saving straw.
"Another five years for obstructing public service!" Lake threatened coldly and decisively, "All exits here are blocked. It's only a matter of time before you are caught. Don't resist any longer!"
Carter knew he couldn't wait any longer. He rushed out from behind the car and ran towards the vault. The agents immediately spotted him, and the shouting and footsteps sounded again.
"Catch him! Don't let him get away!"
Carter ran as fast as he could, the footsteps behind him getting closer and closer. His legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. Just as he was about to reach the door of the vault, a strong hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder.
"I caught you!" Lake's voice sounded in his ears, with a hint of victory.
Carter turned around and punched Lake in the face. Lake was caught off guard and stumbled back. Carter took the opportunity to break free and rushed to the vault door. He quickly entered the password and the door slowly opened.
"Quick! Stop him!" Lake roared, covering his bleeding face.
The agents rushed forward, but Carter had already rushed into the vault. He quickly closed the door, blocking the agents out. The vault was dark, with only the indicator lights on the server cabinets flickering faintly.
Carter panted, quickly found the main server, and began to manually format the system log. His fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard, with a trace of determination in his eyes.
“Hurry up… hurry up…” he murmured softly, beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead.
At this moment, there was a loud banging sound on the door 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 quickly tapped on the keyboard, and finally, the screen displayed "Format Completed." He breathed a sigh of relief, quickly unplugged the server power supply, and turned to run to the other door of 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 as hard as he could and finally pushed the iron door open.
The wind of the rainy night blew in his face, and the rain hit his face, bringing a hint of coolness. He took a deep breath, feeling that he had finally escaped.
However, just as he was about to take the last step, several strong lights suddenly shone on his face. He squinted his eyes and saw a group of ordinary people holding sticks standing in front of him.
"Carter! You damn tax thief! Don't even think about running away!" the leading gambler roared.
Carter was completely confused. He stretched out his hands and waved, saying, "Who are you?! Get out of my way!!"
"Catch him! Don't let him run away!" The gamblers rushed forward and pressed Carter to the ground.
Carter struggled but was quickly subdued, his face covered in mud and water, his eyes filled with despair and fear.
Lake came over with the agents and looked coldly at Carter who was pinned to the ground: "The game is over, Carter."
Carter raised his head, and the rain slid down his cheeks. He knew he had completely lost. But he had no idea why he lost.
Where did that group of people come from at the end? If it weren't for them, I could have easily gotten rid of the agents and headed to a safe house in the suburbs, and the IRS wouldn't have been able to find it!
Full of anger and unwillingness, Carter roared and struggled wildly. Clay looked at the back of his head covered in blood, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
"He's been caught, Boss. But he may have destroyed some of the system logs, and..."
"No, nothing. Maybe it's my imagination. Well... this guy doesn't look like a banker. Didn't he work as an agent or something when he was young?"
"He led our people around the building for a long time. He almost locked us out of the vault. This is not the physical fitness of a pampered rich man..."
"If you ask me, I think he's a little crazy, like a crazed mental patient. I suspect he might be trying to use mental illness to escape accountability...Okay, I'll pay attention. I'll take my people back now."
The hall of the Phils Casino was brightly lit and the atmosphere was lively. The host Patrick stood in the middle of the hall, holding a golden microphone in his hand and wearing his signature exaggerated smile. On the giant screen behind him, the real-time picture inside the Carter Building was being played - Carter was running for his life in the dark, and IRS agent Lake and his team of agents were chasing him closely.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Patrick's voice spread throughout the casino through the speakers, with a hint of teasing and excitement, "Welcome back to our special program - 'Tax Monopoly'! Tonight's live broadcast is really exciting, and our protagonist Mr. Carter is performing a thrilling escape drama!"
The camera switched to Carter's embarrassed figure, he was desperately running in the dark corridor, sweat soaked his suit, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. Patrick pointed at the screen and shrugged exaggeratedly: "Look at this former financial tycoon, now he is like a rabbit being chased by a hunter! I have to say, his performance is really... well, how should I put it? I feel both distressed and want to laugh!"
The audience burst into laughter, and the gamblers raised their glasses and talked excitedly. Patrick walked to the side of the audience and handed the microphone to a gambler with a red face: "Hey, man, what do you think of Carter's performance?"
The gambler grinned, revealing a mouthful of gold teeth. "Wonderful! So wonderful! I bet fifty dollars that he wouldn't last more than ten minutes, but this guy actually managed to run for so long! Even though he was caught in the end, this escape was definitely worth the money!"
Patrick laughed and patted the gambler on the shoulder: "It seems that our Mr. Carter is still quite capable, right?" He turned to face the camera with a hint of ridicule in his tone, "But I guess he must be regretting not paying more taxes now, otherwise he wouldn't have ended up like this!"
The camera switched again, this time showing Carter being pinned 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, poor Carter, it seems that tonight's 'Game of Death' is over for him. But don't worry, audience friends, our show has just entered its climax!"
He walked to the other side of the stage and pointed to a data screen that was updated in real time: "Look at these text messages! Our audience friends are so enthusiastic! In just ten minutes, we have received more than 100,000 text messages! Everyone is rating Carter's performance, and some people even proposed to give him the 'Best Escape Award'!"
The audience burst into laughter again. Patrick blinked and said with a hint of cunning, "But what interests me most is this message - 'Carter's performance reminds me of my ex-husband, who was also able to run, but he was hiding from debt!' Haha, it seems that our Mr. Carter has really resonated with everyone!"
"Oh, my God! I just received a good news--" Patrick waved his arms and shouted, "The Downtown Jazz Dance Show has broken the historical ratings! It is challenging the highest ratings record of Gotham TV! Let's cheer for it!"