The 99th Divorce

Chapter 216: It seems that we can only strike first and be strong [Active

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The hunter had never been so embarrassed before. He thought that the mission was completed and he could go home and leave. He didn't expect that at the last moment, he would be tricked by himself.

Running at the fastest speed in his life, the hunter did not dare to look back, but the sound of the motorcycle was getting closer and closer.

The east of the city is a remote industrial area. After running out, there are very few cars passing by.

As the sound of the motorcycle grew louder, the hunter became even more panicked.

While running, the hunter turned around and threw his precious camera towards the man on the motorcycle: "Here I give it back to you!"

The man on the motorcycle was shocked. He didn't expect this guy to be so cruel.

He tilted his head downward and the camera passed by his helmet and flew behind him.

I quickly got out of the car and found the camera, but after just a quick rummage, I discovered that the place where the memory card should have been was empty, with only a smashed camera left.

"What the hell!" He threw the broken camera hard, got on the bike again, and chased after the hunter. He stepped on the accelerator and soon closed the gap with the hunter that he had worked so hard to open up.

How to do how to do!

The hunter felt like he was about to suffocate from running, and his legs were terribly sore.

This extreme feeling of life and death continued to stimulate his nerves.

Can’t stop, can’t stop!

Just after that, a sports car suddenly drifted past and stopped in front of him. The door was opened and a female voice came: "Get in!"

The hunter didn't have time to think, he jumped into the car door and slammed it shut, yelling, "Hurry!"

Cheng You was not slow in his movements. He shifted the automatic gear to the maximum and shouted, "Hold on tight!"

The opponent was riding a top-notch motorcycle, while she was riding just an ordinary four-wheel sports car. At this time, she could only rely on her skills.

The hunter was about to answer when he suddenly seemed to fly up and fell on the air bag in front of him.

Cheng You's car was speeding up, and the motorcyclist was chasing him relentlessly behind him. The speed of his top-notch motorcycle was far beyond their car.

what to do

The hunter was filled with guilt and blamed himself for being too careless.

He looked ahead, then at Cheng You, and asked, "Miss Cheng, do you have any tissues?"

Cheng You was getting a little impatient and shouted, "Find it yourself!"

The hunter didn't dare to say much. He rummaged around in the car and finally found a box of tissues. He reached out to open the window.

Cheng You was a little angry: "Are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing?!"

The hunter ignored Cheng You's roar, grabbed a few tissues, crushed them in his hands, opened the window and scattered them.

The motorcyclist was following closely beside them at a very fast speed, and was caught off guard by the amount of tissues pelting him, and shook his head in disgust.

Cheng You suddenly knew what he was going to do. When the man's speed decreased slightly, he drifted the car and deliberately bumped, rubbed, and jammed him.

"boom"

The motorcyclist was shaken by the loud noise, but he did not fall down thanks to his driving skills. When he managed to keep steady, he hurried to check if his beloved bike was damaged. When he came to his senses, the bike had already distanced itself from him and its speed had even increased. He would not be able to catch up with it even if he continued to chase.

"Fuck!" The man on the motorcycle cursed and took out his cell phone to call Tang Mengying: "He ran away."

"How could it be? How do you do things? I paid you so much money to do things for me, and this is how you treat me?" A sharp voice came from the phone. The motorcycle man scratched his ears impatiently. "What can I do? The people have run away. What can I do?"

Tang Mengying was silent for a moment, then she said slowly, "It seems that we have no choice but to strike first."

(End of this chapter)