Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 381 Charley's Helpless

The cop car in the back noticed, too. "Attention. Attention. Snipers on the high ground," came the alert.

The siren wailed, blending with the screams of pedestrians.

Mark, the detective squad captain, barked, "Get the detained police car back to the prison now. Tell Hubert to head over. "Lock down all major traffic routes in the city.

"Send a team to evacuate the public."

"The rest of you, follow me."

With that, officers in black SWAT gear, armed with assault rifles, moved in to protect pedestrians and calm them down.

Another team started pinpointing the sniper's location, and Mark led the chase himself.

Alvin glanced at the wide-eyed, dead Antolin. After a moment, he stashed his sniper rifle and headed down the mountain path where his crew waited.

detention center, the Thunderbolt Prix

in Avalia. Teams that did well in the finals got

they needed to pass a preliminary round. Only those who advanced could

hundreds of souped-up luxury cars. Rich guys and their dates mingled

Martinez, with his date on his arm, walked up

brings you here?" James Smith, one of the organizers, greeted him warmly, "It's an honor to have you,

a previous race, making him Avalia's top racer and giving him

close, Joseph said, "Just to have some fun

now the new racing champion. Quiet murmurs

Prix. Who knows, maybe he could have raced alongside Aaron. Wonder who's really the better driver." "But I heard Aaron's been out of sight since that global Thunderbolt Prix. I still can't forget that event. His drifting

don't think Joseph stands

disdain. His companion chimed in, her voice sharp, "Joseph,

"You think