Harvey York’s Rise to Power Chapter 1771, read free english novels. The Supreme Harvey York full story.
Chapter 1771
“That’s right, Mister York!”
Rachel then remembered something.
“Also, the two cars that chased you on the road along the beach just now didn’t belong to the Walker family.”
“They’re Lucas’ men.”
“After hearing that they fell into the sea, he got angry and sent Lebron to deal with you.”
“You have to be extra careful when you go out during these days. Lebron is not just an ordinary person.”
“Lebron?”
Harvey was quite interested in this man.
“Who’s he?”
“He was said to be an American Delta Force sniper. He is proficient with all kinds of firearms!”
“After he left the army, Lucas hired him to deal with his problems at a high price.”
“Lebron has a diplomatic license. Even if something were to happen to him, Lucas wouldn’t be dragged into this mess.”
“In the last few years, countless people have died at the hands of Lebron.”
Harvey pondered his words. Then he asked, “Lebron isn’t his real name now, is it?”
Rachel replied, “No, that’s just the code name. As for what his real name is, no one knows. ”
“I will get people to trace his whereabouts. I will report back to you soon! have more info.”
Harvey nodded. Just as he was about to say something, his eyes suddenly twitched.
A middle-aged man was standing on the way out of the district.
The strange man was wearing a tuxedo and a top hat. Even though her head wasn’t exposed, everyone could see her bright blonde hair.
He had a double barrel gun used for hunting and was loading ammunition.
‘Interesting!’
Harvey smiled to himself. He said to Rachel, “There’s no need to look for him. He is right on our doorstep.”
Harvey hung up and stepped on the pedal to the car. Lamborghini roared straight ahead.
He and the strange man were close to each other, but the speeding car had closed a considerable distance in a split second.
Just as Lamborghini was about to hit the tuxedoed man, he turned his firearm and aimed right at the car’s tires.
bang!
Lamborghini’s front left tire exploded. The car then spun around.
Harvey unbuckled his seat belt and pressed the sunroof on it.
The glass shattered, and he jumped out through the crack.
Almost simultaneously, both men’s shots landed in the driver’s seat.
Harvey turned back, standing on his toes.
The Lamborghini completely went out of control, crashing into a flower bed by the road with a deafening bang.
The tuxedoed man lit a cigar not far before nonchalantly walking forward.
As he walked, he loaded two more shots into the firearm with a simple flick of his arm.
He pointed the gun at Harvey, who asked curiously, “Lebron?”
“You know me?” the man asked calmly. He spoke English, but he had a pretty weird accent.
“It seems you know the prince very well. You’ve done your homework. Lebron wasn’t too surprised to find that Harvey knew who he was. If Harvey couldn’t even figure out his identity at this point, Harvey didn’t deserve to be finished by him.
Lebron narrowed his eyes and asked quietly, “Did my brothers die at your hands?”
“Are you referring to the people who fell into the sea?”
Harvey shrugged.
“They fall into the Devil’s Triangle because they are bad at driving. Who can you blame?”
“I guess they were just out of luck.”