The evil smile on Evanson's face before he disappeared was like saying 'I'll be back' to everyone.

The Temple of Zeus, which regained a city, naturally would not let Evancent slip away like this, and instantly organized people to stop Evanson.

& The exterior of the Temple of Zeus is indeed a tourist attraction, but the interior of the Temple of Zeus is not a place where you can come and go.

Wave after wave of people tried to stop Evanson, and they were constantly stopped by people with smiling masks.

The tanks and luxury convoys brought by Evancent were all driven up, and it was indeed a bit of a luxury to stop the pursuit of the police, but this was Evanson's handiwork.

Having traveled some distance, Evancent was still staring in the direction of the neighbor he had been with for a long time, the giant he seemed to know himself, but he didn't know his name.

The smiling mask-wearing followers died, and Evancent acted as if nothing had happened, something like this he had long been accustomed to.

However, for such a silent giant, Evancent still has some concerns.

"I really want to kill you with my own hands!"

The giant's figure gradually became smaller in Evanson's eyes, and Evanson looked at him and muttered to himself. Although he was no longer visible, Evancent believed that the giant could clearly understand the idea he wanted to express, and that was enough!

I couldn't help but feel ridiculous, even though Evancent fantasized about killing the giant. In the past, when they fought side by side, those jailers would even make some sacrifices to cooperate with the giant, but now that the battle is stable, the first thing they control is that giant. I don't know if the giant will feel worthless, but Evancent feels a little sorry for him, even if the current Evanson still wants to kill the giant with his own hands.

Sitting in the car that shook a little violently, Evancent frowned slightly, then stretched and asked the driver driving in front of him, "You are very smart, what is your name?"

"Robinson!"

The driver in the smiley mask replied briefly, and then began to concentrate on driving again, as if the sirens chasing him behind him had nothing to do with him, except to glance at his computer from time to time.

Evancent remembered that this man named Robinson was the one who used the computer to help him hack into the fire system and the interior of the Temple of Zeus, which was indeed good!

"How long will it be before we get our tail off?"

&nbs Evancent leisurely looked at the pursuers behind him, thinking that it could be regarded as reducing the pressure on his followers, and he had no guilt at all, as if he sighed with relief.

"Two more streets and we'll be gone!"

Robinson replied and then stopped being verbose, the conversation between smart people is roughly the same, no one needs to explain the words clearly, everyone understands each other, only Dawson alone in the car listens to the clouds and fog, but the general meaning Dawson can also understand, that is, there is about another five minutes of driving, and the police will not be able to catch up with him.

Robinson was right, less than ten minutes after the vehicle had been driven, the brand-new truck had been mixed into the truck team, and if it weren't for Robinson's initiative to be exposed, I am afraid that they would not have been exposed for a few hours if they were mixed in the truck team.

"This is the romance of this city, people who play truck parades here, absolutely will not know, what is happening more than ten kilometers away!"

Robinson stretched his hands and made a very relaxed motion.

"The stupidity of this world is that the self-proclaimed righteous people would never shoot at civilians, otherwise if they had been bold enough to leave a few bullet holes in our car, they wouldn't have spun around like headless flies now! But how did you prepare this truck in advance?" asked Evancent inadvertently.

"No matter what the game is, there's always a time when I'm going home, I just need to calculate the approximate time we'll end up with, and then I'll be able to look at the dessert after the meal!"

Robinson's tone was relaxed, and only now did he look up at Evancent in the rearview mirror, but he didn't say anything.

In a relaxed tone and nonchalance, neither of the two acquaintances would remove the veil that wrapped them when they first met.

"I don't mean to disturb the conversation between you, but I don't feel like I'm good!"

After escaping from the pursuit, Dawson was also relieved. It's just that after he relaxed, he suddenly felt some pain in his chest, subconsciously covered it, and then his hands were covered with blood.

"Oh, Dawson, you're unlucky!"

Looking at the blush on Dawson's chest, Evanson shook his head slightly and sighed, and then said to Robinson: "Try to drive the car as smoothly as possible, our friend has an open chest wall injury, I have to find a way......!" I think this position of him must be a perforation in the lungs, which inflates the chest cavity and causes him to have difficulty breathing. How am I going to get my gas out and leave something else inside?"

Evancent pondered, then fell back into a self-talking situation.

"If I was in the hospital, I could use needles and check valves, but now we're in a truck!"

Evancent looked left and right, and then he found the business card and tape.

"It's too late to disinfect, so I can only make do!" explained to Dawson, and then used the explanation to fix the business card and seal Dawson's bleeding point.

Turning his head to look at the persistent cops behind him, mingling in the traffic, Evancent pulled out the cushion from the saddle and prepared to ignite it.

"If you want to throw this cushion out as a bomb, I don't think it's possible! But if you want to use the flame-resistant foam material inside the cushion, I have to remind you that we still have wounded people in the car, and the moment you put this smoke grenade out, they will lock on us, and then we will shake violently in order to get rid of them. ”

Robinson was quietly relieved to see that the lighter in Evanson's hand did not immediately light the pillow.

"In other words, in order to save our friend, I have to give him a blood drain right now, otherwise that business card will only keep him alive for 6 to 10 minutes. But I'm going to confess to you that I didn't pass my biology class!"

Evanson's tone was a little regretful, but to Dawson's surprise, while his mouth was talking about stage fright, Evanson's eyes were scanning the entire vehicle, as if looking for a tool that could be operated on.

"I have a slight cleanliness fetish, and my hand sanitizer can be lent to you to disinfect!"

Robinson tossed his hand sanitizer to Evanson, and as he looked at the two men who were in trouble, Dawson suddenly felt that his life might be coming to an end.

The open trauma on his body made Dawson very uncomfortable, but what made Dawson even more uncomfortable was the eager attitude of Evanson and Robinson.

A person would never let an ordinary person put on a doctor's clothes to operate on himself, but now Dawson, who is not breathing well, has no choice.

His gaze had wandered for a moment, and his lips had begun to turn white and chapped.

Dawson was tempted to tell Evanson and Robinson that he might be able to survive for a while, and that the two brilliant geniuses could quickly come up with a plan to get themselves to the hospital.

"I wonder if I'll be alive after the surgery?"

Dawson, who was still a little conscious, had already discovered his hallucinations, and his mind was about asking Evincent and Robinson to take him to the hospital, but when the words came out of his mouth, they turned into other words.

Breathing gradually became difficult, and it became more and more difficult, and Dawson's breathing also became weak.

"To be honest, I'm not sure, like I said, I'm failing biology! But I'm willing to try and do my best to save your life, so that I can also learn some new knowledge and skills. Would you like to be my test subject?"

7743015. Evanson explained his point to Dawson very seriously, but when Evanson turned his head to look at Dawson, Dawson was already in a cold sweat, and it was difficult for him to speak clearly.