Chase Doesn't End

As Radha sped through the night, chasing after Mr. V and Maulana, the other cars followed closely behind. Mr. V slowly returned to his normal position, and Maulana fell to the ground.

"What happened... Oh no, you gotta be..." Maulana started to say, but his words trailed off as he caught sight of a massage parlor nearby. Mr. V chimed in, "Hey, hey, it's a coincidence..."

A woman parked her car nearby, leaving the keys on the roof as she chatted casually on her phone. "Listen... Yeah, I know, but you know... I'm a free woman... Which century is it? You can't even handle a break...?"

Iqbal, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, looked at Maulana and asked, "Sir, ever sat in a '59 Porsche?" Maulana replied, "Nope, never ever. I like it in green, by the way..."

Both men jumped into the car, and Mr. V started driving just as the police were about to catch up. Radha shot at them, shattering the car's glass. They ducked down to avoid the bullets, and Maulana looked back to see Radha shooting from her car window.

"She has a Desert Eagle?" Maulana asked. Mr. V nodded. "Yep, her favorite one. Cool, right? Just reach to my pocket......" Maulana pulling out a ball from his pocket, pressing it to reveal, was a Tar 21 rifle. "Wow, this will do."

Mr. V looked at him warily. "Where are you going?" Maulana grinned. "To ask for an autograph from that b*tch! Wanna join?" Mr. V declined, "Nah, man... I'm driving."

Maulana jumped out of the car, firing at Radha continuously. She opened her car door, using it as a shield, and jumping out, delivers a flying kick sending Maulana crashing into a tree. The tree tore apart, and Radha getting back into her car, closes the door.