Chapter 37 Heavy Ride_3
Next, he released the brakes, and the armored Harley, like a beast freed from its chains, roared its engine and surged forward with an unstoppable, fierce momentum.
On the chaotic streets, the roar of the engine echoed through the night, accompanied by a piercingly terrifying scream.
The long-haired thug was tightly grabbed by his hair by Zhou Qingfeng and was dragged on the ground by the motorcycle, rolling and sliding.
His body constantly crashed into the roadside stones, metal sheets, and scattered garbage. His clothes were torn, and his skin was scraped until it was a bloody mess.
A shocking blood trail was left behind, with crimson blood shimmering eerily in the firelight.
Initially, he still struggled, waving his arms trying to grab something, but within seconds, the scream gradually weakened.
When the cold and unfeeling Zhou Qingfeng finally discarded him, he was left with a body that had been dragged beyond recognition. Your support on M|V|L8EMPYR keeps this series going.
The thugs on both sides of the street were momentarily stunned, their hearts filled with dread.
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The engine freed from its restraints, the armored Harley accelerated again, using its massive inertia and weight to fiercely crash through all obstacles in front of it.
Meanwhile, the sky above became lively.
The rotor blade of a police helicopter tore through the night sky, with a powerful searchlight under its body fixedly locking onto the rampaging armored Harley below.
The light beam swept across the ground, illuminating the leaping fire on the motorcycle's silver body.
Trailing behind were two media helicopters, like vultures smelling blood. Their onboard cameras were firmly aiming at the chaotic focal point on the ground.
Chen Rui's 'Holy Light I' didn't dare to easily make an appearance, instead raising its altitude and using a high-definition camera to monitor the ground.
The bloodshed on the ground and the pursuit of cameras in the sky provided the media with a lavish feast.
The disturbance in Orlando had long become a global hotspot, and now, the emergence of the armored motorcycle undoubtedly pushed the chaos to its peak.
The live broadcast footage spread worldwide through satellite signals, with studio hosts speaking in excited tones and commentators making exaggerated remarks.
Viewers in front of their screens were amazed, their eyes fixed on the Harley weaving through the fire and smoke, riveted by the lone rider fighting both police and thugs.
Adrenaline surged with every second of image transition.
"Oh my God! This is just like a Hollywood blockbuster!" a host nearly jumped from his chair, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.
"This motorcycle, this rider, he's destined to become a city legend!" a commentator immediately responded, his tone filled with unreserved awe.
"This isn't an ordinary person; he's a trained guy! I bet he has a story!"
The studio was bustling, the phone lines overwhelmed by calls from viewers, and discussions about the "mysterious Harley rider" spread like wildfire on social media.
The ratings curve skyrocketed, shooting up like a rocket. Executives of major news stations laughed uncontrollably; the traffic from this live broadcast was like a windfall.
However, to Zhou Qingfeng, the searchlight and cameras in the sky were nothing more than background noise.
The thug's screams, the noise of helicopters, even the distant sirens, couldn't shake him in the slightest.
Meanwhile, in front of City Hall, an outdoor press conference was about to conclude. Governor Ellison Parker answered the last question.
"I repeat once more, the CEO of 'Holy Light' is not in Orlando, and the current chaos is merely due to the proliferation of AI videos.
We have the world's most powerful law enforcement agencies; any criminal will feel fear. The United States remains the City on the Summit, unshakable by anyone."
Loud cheers erupted on-site... only to be quickly drowned out by the approaching sound of helicopter rotors.