Kill me if you kind!"

Da Fei roared into the night.

Shout!

A black arrow landed on his waist and into the ground, the edge of the arrow cutting through his shirt, and the cold shaft of the arrow stuck to his armpit, causing him to shrink violently.

"Don't! Don't! I'm kidding! Don't kill me!"

Shout!

Shout!

Black arrows flew from the night, clinging to his body, pinning him to the ground, like a humanoid knife target in a circus.

Da Fei's heart was broken, and he didn't dare to move, for fear that the next black arrow would shoot directly through his head.

And Feinan, who was in the dark, had left quietly.

"Hey, officer, I want to call the police, there is an arms deal near the Castle Peak car park in Tuen Mun, please call the police immediately......"

Fei Nan hung up the phone, twisted the key, and the lights came on.

Roughly calculating the time, it will take about an hour for the nearest police station to arrive here, and Da Fei should be able to hold out until the police arrive.

I stepped on the clutch gear and clicked the accelerator, but there was no response.

He still has a plaster cast on his right leg and ankle, and it is okay to limp a few steps, but it is a little difficult to do a delicate movement such as stepping on the accelerator.

Twisting his hips and stretching his right leg forward, the engine roared.

Retracting his legs and slowing down his speed, Fernan drove the car out of the alleyway and chased after the thugs who were driving away.

He needed to make an alibi before the police arrived.

The road conditions in this section of Aoyama are not very good, there are too many potholes and curves, and you need to constantly change gears and increase or decrease the accelerator when driving, which is very unfriendly to Feinan, who has injured his right leg.

Fernan simply stopped slowing down and shifted, and maintained a high speed through the corner.

After the car drove onto Tuen Mun Highway, the road conditions were much better, and Fei Nan directly stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and chased at full speed.

His target was the thugs who had escaped with the cash box, and they were already driving near the Qinglongtou Pier.

It was already late at night, and there were not many vehicles on the road, all of them were big trucks that delivered overnight.

In the night, a Toyota with flashing headlights honked its horn and shuttled nimbly through the gaps of the carts, often passing through the gaps of the carts, like sardines swimming among sharks.

"Haven't you died, drive so fast!"

A truck driver who was listening to the radio was startled by the car that honked its horn and whistled past the window, and after scolding, he couldn't help but muttered enviously as he looked at the taillights that were nimble away: "What's the big deal? When I have the money, I'll buy a Mercedes to drive ......."

Finan, who was in the car in front of him, honked his horn to avoid the tail of the approaching van, overtook from the right, and went around to the front.

He moved his right leg and cursed secretly: "Damn it!"

Under the steering wheel, his right plaster leg did not move at all, but he stepped on the accelerator too hard, and the plaster leg stuck in the gap of the accelerator pedal and could not be removed.

He pulled it down again, but he pulled the steering wheel, and the car twisted a few times before he could regain control.

He didn't dare to pull it out again, he overtook a semi-trailer again, and looked down a little depressedly.

I had already known that I had removed the plaster leg......

Although with his current reaction speed and the help of the system, he is not worried about crashing, but after chasing those thugs, how can he stop?

I didn't have time to think about it, and according to the map, he was not far from the thug's car.

Turning around a van, he saw a Santana driving on the right.

That's it.

Santana wasn't driving fast, and Fernan's car was approaching at a rapid pace.

After trying to pull out his leg again, he still couldn't pull it out, Fernan shook his head helplessly, tugged on his seat belt, hit the steering wheel on his right, and the front of the car tilted, crashing directly into the rear of Santana's car.

Boom!

Chirping!

The front of Fernan's car slammed diagonally into Santana's right wheel and was bounced back.

He was already faster than Santana and carried more kinetic energy, so he directly knocked Santana's rear wheel out of balance and slid to the right.

With his arms strained, Fernan firmly controlled the steering wheel, quickly found his balance, leaned right again, and slammed into the right rear wheel that Santana shook back.

This time, Santana was directly knocked sideways, the throttle roared, and Feinan's car was pushed against its side, lifting it up half of the wheels, and then stood sideways on the road, and was moved forward by Feinan's car, and a spark was rubbed on the ground.

The car shook violently twice, the engine finally suffocated, and Feinan's car slowed down sharply.

The thug's Santana slid forward and then rolled again, turning headfirst down, his tires spinning and throttle roaring.

Immediately after, it spun and slid half a circle, leaned again, and finally unwillingly staggered in the air for a few seconds before it hit the ground with a bang, slipped backwards, and the shattered glass slag fell on the road with a clang.

After a few hard tugging, Feinan finally pulled the plaster leg off.

Pulling off his seat belt, he pushed the door and got out of the car, and Santana's deformed door in front of him was kicked open, and three thugs with bloody heads rolled out of the car and staggered to their feet.

Bang dang!

The driver's door fell straight down, and the bald thug who drove climbed out of the car dizzily, unfastened the seat belt wrapped around his feet, and stood on the road with one bare foot, looking at Feinan, who also got out of the car with a confused expression.

"Fucking lame, how did you drive a car?

He yelled at Fernan angrily.

Fei Nan shrugged, frowned, and said, "Cripple is lame, can you not add a dead word?"

"Do you fucking think I'm joking with you?"

The bald thug angrily took out a pistol, pointed at Fei Nan and yelled: "Do you know what the fuck this is?

"Shui Zai, don't make trouble, find a way to go!"

His companion holding the cash box behind him reminded him.

"Of course I do!"

The bald thug looked back at Santana, who had been knocked out of shape, pointed a gun at Fernan, and walked over to him.

"Boy, we're in a hurry, so we're going to fucking get around you! You're fucking hitting our car, and you're going to pay us your car! Fair, right?"

He pointed a gun at Feinan and said to his companion behind him, "Get in the car!"

Three thugs with bleeding heads ran briskly.

"What the fuck are you looking at?

The bald thug glared at Fernan.

Fei looked at him and shook his head: "You open your mouth and shut your mouth to fuck, is it because your mother died early?"

"yes, my mom fucking died when I was five years old, do I have to tell you that?"

The bald thug glared at Feinan: "Dead lame, you drive me in the future...... be careful"

Before he finished speaking, Fei Nan suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his pistol, and kicked him in the crotch with a flirtatious leg.

"Whew!"

The bald thug rolled his eyes and pulled the trigger in his hand, but Fernan shoved his little finger into the back of the trigger and couldn't fire.

"Fuck...... Dead Cripple...... Skills are still ...... It's fucking fast......"

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