**Chapter 10: Let's Rob the Police Station!**
The car sped along, nearly pushed to its performance limit. The engine's roar made one worry it might explode at any moment.
Yang Zhisheng was driving. Relying on his powerful physique and incredible reaction speed, he weaved through traffic at over 200 kilometers per hour with no intention of slowing down.
Zhou Ming sat in the passenger seat, checking the map on his phone while sketching on paper, completely unaffected by the car's swaying and bumping.
His previous injuries, treated by the Grass Root Gu and with the help of the Main God's special medicine kindly provided by Yang Zhisheng, were mostly healed and wouldn't significantly impact the upcoming battle.
"We are less than twenty kilometers in a straight line from the Cronus Organization's headquarters. We chose Andreas precisely because it's close enough to the Cronus Organization's headquarters."
"Attacking the Cronus Organization's headquarters will definitely be faster than rushing to support Yu Man."
He drew a curved line on the paper, which was covered in various symbols, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Break into the Glomo Police Station in ten minutes, grab weapons in five minutes. Starting now, we can storm the Cronus Organization's headquarters within thirty minutes."
"Is this the damn plan you came up with? Glomo Police Station has three thousand police officers."
"Don't worry. When we break in, there definitely won't be three thousand police officers charging at us to stop us."
"But when we escape, there will absolutely be three thousand police officers chasing us like dogs, hunting us like rabbits."
"Exactly. That's what we need." Zhou Ming laughed. "We need to attack the Cronus Organization's headquarters. How can we attack without enough manpower?"
"You lunatic. How did I never realize you're so damn crazy to the core?" Yang Zhisheng cursed, but he pressed the accelerator even harder and honked the horn with more force.
"This is an open strategy. There's no need for calculations, and we don't have to worry about the Cronus Organization knowing our plan and making preparations. If they make preparations and reinforce, even better—that means Yu Man's pressure will be greatly reduced."
"If they choose to evacuate early... Heh, in such a short time, they can't possibly all get away."
This was the method Zhou Ming had thought of on the way to meet Yang Zhisheng.
"We're being targeted by traffic police." The piercing wail of sirens from behind reminded the two of their precarious situation.
"It's fine. At your current speed, you can shake them all off."
"But if we go further, it's the city center. Too many cars. Our speed will inevitably slow down."
"No way, Boss Yang, are you really planning to drive honestly on the road? When did reincarnators become so civilized and polite?" Zhou Ming looked surprised.
"Damn it! You little bastard, you really know how to read people."
Yang Zhisheng punched through the car window, stuck his hand out to give a middle finger to the cars behind, and roared at Zhou Ming, "Give me directions."
"Turn left. There's a mall there. Charge in." Zhou Ming shouted.
Yang Zhisheng slammed the steering wheel. Tires screeched against the ground, leaving several deep black skid marks.
The engine continued to roar, crashing through the mall's massive glass wall and tearing through the mall like an out-of-control beast.
Fortunately, the luxury car from Andreas's garage was of excellent quality. Otherwise, it might have stalled long ago.
The sound of breaking glass, people screaming, the engine roaring—countless sounds mixed together, forming a cacophonous symphony.
The horn blared, making people's ears ache, and all pedestrians fled in panic from a distance. Yang Zhisheng's driving skills were astonishing; he managed not to hit a single person in this crowded mall.
"Turn right ahead. Charge out. Then don't stop—keep charging forward."
With a crash, another glass wall was shattered. The car flew high, soaring across the street, literally crashing from a building on one side of the street into a building on the other.
"Three more intersections, and there are no cars chasing us now."
"Nonsense. If anyone could still catch up, I'd abandon the car and kill them on the spot."
"...But now there's a new problem. We've caused too much commotion, and our objective is too obvious. That gives Glomo Police Station a chance to prepare in advance. When we get there, the counterattack will definitely be more intense."
"Intense? I'd like to see how intense they can be."
Under Zhou Ming's command, Yang Zhisheng took an unconventional route, crashing and bumping through three intersections, rushing in in less than two minutes.
Ahead, at the entrance of Glomo Police Station, police cars were already lined up. Police officers, as if facing a formidable enemy, hid behind cars, aiming their guns in the direction the two were charging from, while a large loudspeaker continuously shouted for them to stop the car.
"Are you sure you can get through? This plan was made because you said you could charge straight through. If we're going to get shot full of holes, I'd rather go with Yu Man."
As the vehicle ahead got closer, Zhou Ming showed no panic, still speaking leisurely.
"Nonsense."
Yang Zhisheng cursed angrily.
"Fire."
Seeing that the charging vehicle showed no signs of slowing down, the order to fire finally came from the loudspeaker.
Immediately, all the police officers pulled their triggers toward the car, unleashing their firepower. Bullets wove into a metal net in the air.
"Electromagnetic field, maximum power."
With Yang Zhisheng's roar, an invisible ripple spread from him, sweeping over Zhou Ming's body and only making him feel a slight tingle.
Centered on Yang Zhisheng, a transparent sphere enveloped the entire car. The air at the edges became slightly distorted.
Bullets aimed at the car were deflected by the invisible electromagnetic field before they could get close, sliding to the sides. A hail of bullets crisscrossed, yet not a single one landed on the car.
"Hiss! Energy is being consumed too fast. Charge! Damn it, charge in."
With a bang, the car slammed into the police cars blocking the road, pushing several of them aside. The police officers behind the cars had already fled in panic.
Tearing through the blockade of police cars, the car roared directly into the police station, leaving the police officers outside momentarily stunned.
"Charge! Charge in and stop them! Kill them on sight." An official shouted, "If we let them get away like this, our Glomo Police Station will lose all face."
A large number of police officers rushed into the police station.
"Quick, quick, load those too."
Zhou Ming excitedly urged, throwing bullet belts into the car.
"Is this really a local police station? Hand grenades, machine guns, even rocket launchers—this is a damn armory."
"The car is almost full. Damn it, let's just blow this place up."
Yang Zhisheng shoved a box of grenades into the car, shouting with a fierce expression.
"That's a good idea." Zhou Ming gave Yang Zhisheng a thumbs up.
"Actually, I've always disagreed with bringing these explosives into the car. After all, as a law-abiding citizen, maintaining social order is our duty."
Yang Zhisheng glanced at him contemptuously, then slammed the already deformed car door shut with a clang.
"Don't worry. We won't be blown sky-high by the explosives in the car. I promise."
"Let's go. No time."
Zhou Ming glanced at the rocket launcher sticking out of the car window and secretly swallowed.
A large number of police officers quickly surrounded the armory, each holding a gun aimed at the door, their nerves taut, as if facing a formidable enemy, cautiously approaching.
The car's hum suddenly started. A nervous police officer's hand trembled, causing him to fire, which then led others to fire continuously. Suddenly, gunshots erupted.
"Stop firing! Stop firing." An angry roar came from the superior's headset.
"Are you crazy? If you blow this place up, everyone dies. Don't make any rash moves. Wait for the next—shit."
Taking advantage of the momentary pause in gunfire, the car that had charged into the police station burst out like black lightning, its timing incredibly precise.
Yang Zhisheng, in the driver's seat, focused on driving, while Zhou Ming, in the passenger seat, held two guns, his gaze cold, firing continuously.
Bullets shot from his guns like agile venomous snakes, arcing through the air and precisely hitting the guns in the hands of the police officers.
Immediately, sparks flew, and firearms scattered.
Hardcore disarming.
The police officers, now empty-handed, were utterly shocked, their minds filled with the incredible curving bullets they had just witnessed.
For a moment, the car sped unimpeded, quickly rushing out of the police station and driving away.