Car Chase Big Hero 6 Novels & Stories

I numbly get in, and I watch as he walks over to Six. He leans down and mumbles something into Six’s ear. Six listens and nods, but his face is unreadable. He turns and enters his own car immediately. As soon as Six starts pulling away from the driveway, Hunter finally gets in, shuts his door, and starts the car. “We’ll be following that fucker,” he grits out, gesturing ahead at Six’s taillights as he moves down the dark street.

Copy that lover 1, continue surveilance. The best trap is on route 36, with four corners. Humbee 1, can you read it? Humbee 2 and 3, can you read it? Copy that, Drone 1 No firing, no firing! Eagle 1 in a black sedan. We are 5 miles from route 36. Humbee 1 will go straight to the black sedan; all vehicles will stand by, no firing, no firing! At the intersection of route 36, the black sedan was speeding; then the driver put his foot on the brake; Humbee 1 had just appeared on site.

In the rearview mirror, I could see someone hanging halfway out their window, screaming. Someone else was frantically checking their dashcam. Even from two lanes away, I could hear the screech. "The Corona! That's the Corona! The hypercar that made top three in the international rally! Quick, pull up the intersection traffic cams, I need to know where it's going!" Pulling into the Moonridge Academy parking lot, I backed the car into a spot. The black butterfly doors winged upward. The second Nathan and I stepped out, a gasp came from a Maybach parked nearby.

Realizing his mission had failed and taking advantage of the distraction from the crowd, Deacon stepped on the accelerator, driving at full speed out of the parking lot. But Dice was right behind him, flying with the SUV on the Main road. The chase was on and both vehicles were speeding down the road. Like a maniac Deacon tear through the red light without stopping, and Dice followed in pursuit. Soon, Deacon cut down a dusty road, and then he stopped the car, jumping out of it with his gun. The sound of his ringtone grabbed Matt’s attention from the windshield as Dice stepped on the break. “Boss!” Matt's voice echoed in Elijah’s ears.

Cassie was as wide eyed as the rest of them and turned to catch Henry quickly avert his eyes from her. “What are you—” “Blimey, look at the time! We’d better hurry up!” Henry spoke hurriedly, desperately trying to rid off the nervousness in his voice. “Alright lover boy, let’s go,” Lucas said mildly, dragging Marcus along with him who had been rendered motionless by the then blushing Bianca Sinclair. It had all happened so fast. The super car thief was racing down an avenue in Midtown in his Devel Sixteen when he suddenly stepped on the breaks, the car’s wheels squealing hard before the car finally came to a halt.

Our faces are almost level now as he begins scrolling through thousands of feeds, filtering between dates and timestamps. “Damn… I never thought this street was this busy,” I mutter. “This is New York. Every street is busy,” he replies without looking at me. “This is it.” His voice sharpens, and he freezes the frame. I follow his gaze, narrowing my eyes. “That’s it. That’s the car.” Chase zooms in on the vehicle, checks the plates, and takes a quick screenshot. Then he scrubs forward in the feed until a figure steps out.

"They must have been caught by Quincey in the neighboring city. Let's gather people to conduct a thorough search. Don't let anything happen to Fia and the children!" Tiger accelerated and drove into the suburbs. Suddenly, several black BMWs came out and forced Tiger to stop. The last silver sports car came rushing over and deliberately hit Tiger’s car.

Liam leaned his head back against the wall, blood trickling from a cut above his eye. "You okay?" he asked hoarsely. I pulled the chip from my pocket, staring at it. "I don't even know what I am anymore," I whispered. Liam’s eyes darkened. "You're the reason we still have a fighting chance," he said. "And now—" He broke off, stiffening. I followed his gaze out the helicopter window. A black convoy—sleek, armored vehicles—snaked across the desert below, racing after us like a swarm of angry hornets.

ME: My car won’t start. He answered a minute later. DAD: Chase is on his way WHAT?! A horn beeped once. I looked up. Chase’s Bentley sat at the curb under the awning, wipers sweeping steadily across the windshield. He was behind the wheel in a dark hoodie and baseball cap, one forearm hooked over the steering wheel like this was the most normal thing in the world. For one full second I just stood there in the rain-damp air. Then the passenger window rolled down.

The last thing he could clearly recall was someone familiar shouting his name, and after that, his mind had gone completely blank. The face that he could remember brightly smiling was growing pale by each passing second while she laid on her arms. When he failed to notice that incoming car, he did not expect that she would come out of nowhere to push him out of the way only to end up this way due to her hasty decision. Blood dripped down from her forehead while he tightly hugged her figure. He wasn’t able to think straight at that moment. The only thought running in his mind was that he wouldn’t let go of this warmth.