If he could not see her now, probably it would be more difficult for him to see her in the future.

Seeing there were two vans of the same kind in front of them and each one headed in different directions, Bill asked Jimmy, "Which one should we follow?"

Jimmy looked closely and said decisively, "The left one."

Obviously, the left one had better driving skills.

The night was dark, and the city was silent. The skyscr.a.p.ers on both sides of the road were a still background of the chasing.

Ed looked gravely, and he stamped the accelerator, and the van almost flew out when going down the slope.

However, the police car behind stuck with them, and the sound of that car was closer. Tristan looked out of the window, and it seemed red and blue lights flickered everywhere.

Suddenly he narrowed his eyes. Not far in the front, it was the construction site of the World Trade Center.

The building had been finished. Only the outer glass wall had not been installed. They were still discussing some details of the glass wall, and he had given some comments…

Now it seemed so ironic.

With an ear-piercing brake screeching, the van stopped. Ed cussed and said something.

It was extremely light in the front.

Besides the overhead white lights from the construction site, there were a couple of searchlights in the front. They made straight beams to the sky and lit up half of the sky.

And below these lights, a row of police cars with flickering alarm lights parked closely in half a circle. Looking closely, Tristan could see numerous armed special policemen with gun barrels aiming at them.

Tristan heard the breathing of the men behind him and the sound of sliding down the windows and lifting the guns.

"Shit! We will go for it. Soon our guys will arrive. It is hard to tell who would win yet."

Tristan asked in a deep voice, "How many among us could have a lifetime sentence if get caught?"

What replied to him was silence.

Only Ed turned back and said with unwillingness, "Boss…"

Tristan raised his hand to stop him, "Don't act rashly. They have employed special police, special forces. There is almost one-third of the city's police here."

At this time, the speaker sounded, "Tristan and your men, you are besieged. It is time to surrender…"

Inside the van, it was silent.

Outside the van, everything was still. It was like a lurking animal waiting for the right moment to start the attack.

The speaker sounded again and repeated the words.

Both sides were in a stalemate until a loud sound of an engine from outside and a black van rushed in and stopped in front of the blockage line.

The back door of the van was opened, and a middle-aged woman was pushed outside. A man had a gun pointing against her temple.

The situation changed, and it was deadly silent.

Sam shouted without expression, "Ask your men to put down the gun and back off, or I will shoot her."

Jimmy didn't expect this and waved to his men to put down the guns. The police who had the speaker shouted, "Don't hurt the hostage. Don't make one more mistake…"

The woman being held hostage was a janitor wearing a uniform. Her legs were trembling so much that if without Sam lifting her by the collar, she might probably kneel down. And unexpectedly, after being dragged forward a few steps, she started panting, and her eyes rolled to the white. She looked like she had an asthmatic attack.

Jimmy frowned and shouted, "Let her go. You need a hostage, let me be your hostage." And then he put the gun on the floor.

Sam sneered, "Let you be the hostage? You think we are stupid?"

Jim stared at him and said, "Thanks to you, I am now not much more aggressive than she is."

Then he took the loudspeaker from his teammate and said, "Tristan Fox, do you dare to accept my proposal? You are a man. It is shameful to drag an innocent person here, especially a woman without resistance."

Ed cursed, "God damn that policeman!"

When Sam dragged the hostage closer, Tristan slid down the window and said, "Change person with them."

Jimmy ignored his teammate's dissuasion, raised his hands, and walked slowly to them.

Ed pushed the door open. At the moment when Sam was going to release the woman, Ed shouted, "Wait." He walked to Jimmy and looked at him with a faint smile. "You are a tough guy?" And he suddenly raised his knee and kicked Jimmy's stomach.

Jimmy wasn't prepared for this, and he bent down, and blood came to the corner of his mouth.

After stood steadily, he didn't say anything but wiped the blood from his mouth. His eyes were as calm as the still water in the pond. No anger or irony showed on his face.

Ed paused a little and then nodded at Sam. Sam pointed his gun at Jimmy and let the woman leave. He forced Jimmy to walk to the van.

At that moment, there was a sound of a gunshot from behind. Ed, who was walking back to the van, stiffened his back.

Tristan saw it clearly in the van, and he opened the door and rushed out without thinking. He was still too late, and Ed fell on his back.

The blood-soaked his clothes on the c.h.e.s.t. The gunshot at the fatal part.

"Ed!" Tristan squatted and cried with anger and sorrow. He held up Ed's head and said, "Hold on."

Ed's face was as white as snow. He looked at his Boss's sad face and tried to smile, but his mouth just crooked, and he started to cough out blood. After a pause, he said, do not regret, "Boss, I do not regret. This is the better end than going to jail."

He had not yet finished the last word when his head fell aside and stopped moving.

One of his hands was still grabbing Tristan's arm.

Tears surged to Tristan's eyes.

This man came to his side nine years ago when he was most frustrated in his life. And he stuck with him in life and death from then on. He used to be a sinful and heartless outlaw, but he had never brought trouble to him. And at his request, he cut off with his past. He had become his real brother.

The memories since they first met flashed in his mind.

…Ed, who was no more than 20 years old, stood with a tilted head and said, "As long as I am not going to jail, I will do anything. It is not a place for humans in there."

…When he was about to end the life of his first foe, Ed said out of goodwill beside him, "Boss, let me do this. Don't get your hand dirty."

…After waiting for him a whole night in the car, Ed said slyly, "Boss, is it good? Feel like the rain after a long drought?"

All the vivid pictures flashed in his mind.

Tristan's hand that held Ed's head resumed calmness after trembling for sadness. He put down Ed, and at the same moment he stood up, he pulled the gun from Ed's waist quickly and pointed to Jimmy two meters away.