Hiller looked at the police car that was chasing after him through the rearview mirror. There was no panic in his eyes. He said to his collaborators on the co-pilot as planned: "Hey, Joe, show them something!"
"Leave it to me!"
In the ambiguous answer, the companion who had been taking drugs for a long time leaned out of the window while holding a submachine gun while shouting.
Da da da!
The sound of submachine guns became one.
The police cars in hot pursuit were affected one after another.
To make matters worse, the driver of a police car was shot in the arm.
boom!
bang bang!
Although he tried his best to control it, the loss of control of his arm still caused the police car to directly hit the police car beside him, and then triggered a chain effect.
One police car after another collided in a row.
"Hahaha!"
"see it?"
"see it?"
"A perfect, grand show."
Joe let out a delirious cry, and the finger on the trigger did not let go from the beginning to the end, and the muzzle of his gun kept shaking, and the bullets flew out like celestial maidens.
A sharpshooter is scary.
But a bad gunslinger is even scarier.
Because, you never know where he will shoot the bullet.
Joe is such a standout.
The previous drugs had already made his spirit so excited that he could fly to the sky. Everything at this time, in his opinion, was nothing more than a fun show.
A show that adds to the fun must be happy before it can be called an add to the fun.
So when one magazine ran out of bullets, Joe replaced it with a new magazine.
The sound of submachine guns became the only main theme in the neighborhood in the morning, and panicked shouts and painful wailing became the only accompaniment.
But, Joe doesn't care.
At this time, he forgets everything.
Therefore, he didn't notice the strangeness in his companion's face at all.
There is not only a hint of sarcasm, but also a harsh coldness.
When Joe was about to change the magazine again, the car stopped suddenly.
Snapped!
The magazine fell to the ground.
"Hiller what are you doing?"
Joe yelled.
But his companion didn't answer at all.
Instead, he turned the front of the car, aimed at the police car behind him, stepped on the accelerator to death, and pressed the heavy package that had been prepared on top of it, and Hiller jumped out of the car.
After rolling twice on the ground, Hiller, who was only slightly injured, didn't even look at the tragic impact behind him, and rushed towards the planned convenience store.
"Go away!"
boom!
Gunshots were the best threat. People in the convenience store who had already been frightened by the scene on the street rushed out, while Hiller strode towards the back door of the convenience store.
There he prepared more than enough necessities for his escape.
He was full of confidence in escaping from Rain City.
Hiller pushed open the back door of the convenience store, and walked quickly towards the trash bin containing the bags of escape necessities, but the moment he opened the trash bin, he was stunned.
The bag hidden here is gone.
Was taken away
No!
impossible!
The garbage here is only cleaned up every other day, and the garbage from the convenience store is thrown here at night.
And now it was morning, simply put, no one could find what he hid here.
"Are you looking for this?"
Suddenly, a low, hoarse voice sounded behind him.
"who?!"
Hiller turned around subconsciously, and the gun was about to point behind him. However, the speed of the person standing behind him was far beyond Hiller's imagination.
Snapped!
As soon as Shearer turned around, the gun in his hand was kicked away.
then…
It's all over the sky!
Hiller was like a small boat in a storm, and it sank directly under the kick after kick.
bang bang bang!
One kick after another, amidst the sound of broken bones and tendons, there was a sentence of words that made Hiller extremely puzzled.
"This kick is for my apricot mousse with honey!"
"This foot is a Cristal chocolate!"
"This kick is Mango Kamalu!"
"This foot is matcha red bean pie!"
"This foot is half-cooked cheese pudding!"
…
Why are they all pastry names
Is it because I didn't pay for the food
But I don't eat pastries!
why
With a mystery that could never be solved, Hiller was so soft that he fell to the ground and fell into a coma.
After kicking the opponent in the face again, Qin Ran stopped.
He carried the other party's backpack and walked towards the back street of the convenience store.
As he walked, he put all the shoes, coats and other things that might leave holes on his feet into the plastic bags prepared in advance.
When he returned to the nanny's car again, he had changed back to his original black T-shirt, jeans and basketball shoes.
"drive."
After getting into the car, Qin Ran directly ordered.
"Yes, boss."
Gebauer started the car without further question.
As an ace bodyguard, Gebauer naturally knew what to ask and what not to ask.
After driving out of this block, Qin Ran deliberately ordered Gebauer to go around a little further before throwing the plastic bag in his hand and the other's cloth bag into the trash can.
There were a lot of coins in that cloth bag, even though he knew it should be clean, but it was useless to Qin Ran, and it was no burden to throw it away.
When Qin Ran returned to the cafe again, Litton Lasti had already left with his bodyguards.
"all the best."
"Where have you been?"
Aikede made a gesture to Qin Ran, and then asked casually.
"Go out for a walk."
Qin Ran replied calmly.
"I thought you were going to trouble those gun-toting thugs!"
Eckerd was joking.
"Trouble them?"
"No, I'm not going to trouble them."
Qin Ran said seriously.
I am going to sanction.
After silently adding a sentence in his heart, Qin Ran leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes.
Eckerd, who had roughly figured out Qin Ran's habits, naturally closed his mouth at this time. Similarly, the already tired and frightened opponent also needed to rest and replenish his strength.
Only the make-up artist is quite energetic.
He widened his eyes and looked at Qin Ran quietly.
He always felt that Qin Ran was a little insincere.
"He must have lied."
The make-up artist who has been in contact with the actor for a long time guessed with certainty, but that's it, you want him to question Qin Ran
He doesn't have the guts yet.
…
At this moment, Lin An with blood on his forehead rushed to the back alley of the convenience store.
At a glance, the middle-aged police officer saw the inhuman bastard.
Following Lin An, the policemen, who were extremely angry at first, saw the people on the ground... Let's put it this way, after all, except for the shape of a person, the people in front of them could hardly see their true colors.
"He was trampled by an elephant?"
"no no."
"Looks more like being hit by a rhino."
"awful!"
"It's miserable!"
…
Lin An frowned at the whispered comments of his colleagues.
Inexplicably, a picture of a person appeared in his mind.
There is no evidence of any.
But there it is.
"call the ambulance!"
"besides… "
"Check the surrounding three blocks!"
The middle-aged police officer ordered.
Then, he turned around and ran towards the police car.
Something needs him to prove.
And, the sooner the better.