Car Chase Big Hero 6 Novels & Stories

“Can you take me to the airport?” “Get in the car,” he said immediately, helping her to her feet. She followed him, the faintest glimmer of hope flickering on her face. Within moments, the Maybach turned around and disappeared into the traffic. “Drive.” My voice cut through the tension in the car, low and cold. Cheng hesitated, glancing at me in the rearview mirror. “Should I chase the car? Stop it and bring Madam back?” I laughed humorlessly, my gaze never leaving the spot where the Maybach had disappeared.

I said as I smirked, flooring it and trying to catch up to Mikkinol and Ace. “Happy? Girl, I'm naming my child after you!.” Alice cheered from the other line. The remaining two cars behind me sped up, until I had one on both sides of me: a red Tesla roadster on my right and a light blue Mercedes AMG GT on my left. They both merged towards me at the same time, slamming into my truck and sandwiching me in between them. “Shit.” I breathed as the cars pulled away and slammed into me again. “Amore, are you okay?!” Ace said frantically through my earpiece.

As we step out into the car park we see Jack wheel spin out like his life depends on it. Given what Nova had told him I would be surprised if his entire pack didn’t go into lock down. I smirk at the image of that bald headed twat hiding in his closed and a jumping every time he heard footsteps. I follow Nova to the Jeep.

Why else would the penalty be “a mutt of a driver?” Javier instantly agreed. “Sure. If you want to shake you *ss so badly, let’s do it.” It was just throwing away some money. A game he had played during his childhood. He thought that it would be a good way to reminisce about his childhood fun. Two cars—a Mercedes-Benz G63 and a Mustang 5.0T—zoomed toward the real estate agency with their engines roaring. They competed against each other to be in the lead. Javier was leading far ahead with his 2.6 ton 4.0T Mercedes-Benz G63 using his brilliant driving skills.

He had to get the Maxwell family to safety. James who had been waiting for Liam, by the road spotted a Mercedes Benz Speeding down the road, and when he saw Liam in the driver's seat, he was surprised. He was even more surprised when he saw a van chasing after the Mercedes Benz. Nonetheless, he got inside the Rolls and drove after Liam. The men were determined to keep up. They chased Liam through the city streets, their car close behind. Liam knew that he couldn't outrun them forever. He had to find a way to lose them.

It was a patrol car, which had launched after them when noticed the speed at which they were going. “Don’t stop!” Hansen yelled at him. “We have to get Joseph back!” “I’m not going to do it!” David accelerated further and took up position beside the Civic. The patrol car, a Pennsylvania Police Dodge Charger, quickly came after them, and within seconds they heard the order to stop over the loudspeaker. Meanwhile, Harris gradually slowed down, causing the Chevelle to overtake him with the patrol car behind. With a slight smile he slowed down further and watched the Chevelle become the target of the police. He matched their speed and discreetly followed behind them.

Therefore they must camouflage so that they are not caught before they can uncover the mastermind behind the murder of the Duffal family. "Slowly! You brought a four year old with no child seat in the back.” Hazel growled as she gripped the right side of her seat for a grip. Calvin had just maneuvered his car when it was speeding through the busy streets of Seattle. She knew this was a classy escape. If usually in the films she watches, criminals escape using stolen wrecked cars, in this escape they actually drive a chevy corvette that looks so shiny. She even almost whistled when she was about to enter this car a few minutes ago. Unfortunately she immediately remembered that now was not the

Mort's grip on the motor tightened and reached the maximum speed. Mort made sure their distance was far from the enemies who were trying to shoot and bring him down. When he swerved at the intersection road, the Aston Martin loaded with Mort and Sumire disappeared from the enemy's eyes and at the same time, two giant monster cars appeared mediating the five unknown cars chasing after their Boss.

Ethan shifted the car into gear, tires squealing as they peeled out of the driveway and vanished into the dark night. “Do you think we can catch up with them?” Ethan asked after few minutes chasing after them, one hand tight on the steering wheel, the other wiping sweat off his brow. Mose’s voice was low, controlled. “This is a Bugatti Chiron Supersport. Of course we can.” Ethan blinked, he hadn’t even known that detail about his own car. His father had gifted it to him when he’d been named heir, and he barely paid attention beyond the keys being dropped in his palm. But somehow, Mose knew. He didn’t ask how.

Chase said, slamming the door. “Nice ride,” he shouted, clearly excited. It was a … Bentley? Hell if I know. It was black and expensive. That’s all I knew. “I uhm, I forgot to take off the ring,” I whispered. “Holy crap mom! Is that real,” Chase yelled, leaping forward. I blinked, trying to catch my breath. I suddenly felt like one of those little brownie people from the movie Willow. Teeny … tiny. With this massive rock shining brightly.