Dong Wenfeng's speed was very fast, and there were relatively few cars out of the city, so in less than an hour, he was already driving to the edge of the city.

"It's the intersection ahead, ready to do it, he's fast!" the mule received a report from his men on motorcycles, and commanded the men he had set up there before.

At the same time as the mule gave the order, in the other direction of the intersection, a fourteen-wheeled heavy truck that had long detoured here had already started.

Inside Dong Wenfeng's sports car.

That pinprick-like danger warning has gradually disappeared, because Dong Wenfeng has locked on the person who is tracking him.

As he walked around the city, only the motorcycle, following him like a shadow.

Although the other party is also professional and has strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities, he still looks too immature in front of Dong Wenfeng now.

"Hum!" When Dong Wenfeng's car was about to drive to the intersection, it was obviously on the side with a red light, and a big truck roared over.

The driver in the truck was very accurate in time, and the truck arrived in the center of the intersection almost at the same time as Dong Wenfeng's sports car.

Inside the truck, the driver had already shown a hideous smile, and he believed that what happened immediately would allow him to get more benefits from the boss.

And at this critical moment, Dong Wenfeng, who was in the sports car, showed a contemptuous smile on his face.

He had guessed a few ways the other party would do it, and causing a car accident was really not a murderous method with a high success rate - especially if he was to be killed.

Dong Wenfeng slammed the steering wheel with his left hand, and pulled up his handbrake with his right hand.

"Sneer......"

The tires of the sports car rub violently against the ground, making an extremely harsh sound, and thanks to the strong performance of the sports car itself, the car does not feel like leaving the ground at all, and the grip is extremely strong.

Dong Wenfeng's sports car crossed a trajectory that could be called graceful, and passed by the heavy truck that crashed straight over.

"No!" The driver in the truck didn't expect that Dong Wenfeng would be able to react at such a fast speed, let alone that Dong Wenfeng's mastery of sports cars had reached such a terrifying point.

Dong Wenfeng's sports car flashed over, but the heavy truck rushed towards the entire row of cars on the opposite side like a wild horse that had lost its stiffness.

The driver in the heavy truck had no choice but to slam on the brakes and hit the steering wheel.

But how can a truck be easy to control as a sports car, not to mention, in order to ensure that Dong Wenfeng can be completely killed, the driver is already driving at full power.

I saw that the three-meter-high truck turned over sideways.

"Boom. The truck slammed to the ground, and the cockpit was deformed, scarlet blood flowed out, and the people inside were dead.

Not far away, the man on the motorcycle was witnessing the scene.

Dong Wenfeng had already determined that he was following him, so without any hesitation, he directly started the sports car again and rushed towards the motorcycle.

The person on the motorcycle saw that the situation was not good and wanted to escape in time, but how could his motorcycle run past a sports car that catapulted and started.

As soon as Dong Wenfeng's sports car flicked its tail, it had already stopped in front of him.

The guy threw the motorcycle away, as if it slipped away directly, but Dong Wenfeng was already standing in front of him.

"Damn, die!"

The motorcyclist took out a short knife from his arms and stabbed Dong Wenfeng.

Dong Wenfeng flashed lightly to the side, turned his left hand into a knife, and hit the motorcyclist's joint hard.

"Click—ah!" The rider screamed as the bones shattered, and the knife fell to the ground.

Dong Wenfeng grabbed his neck with his hand and lifted him up directly.

The motorcyclist kept struggling, his face had turned purple, and he was immediately out of breath.

"Bang. Dong Wenfeng let go of his hand, and the motorcyclist fell to the ground.

"Tell me, who sent you? Dong Wenfeng asked lightly, and there was an extremely strong murderous aura permeated the whole person.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem. The motorcyclist coughed for a long time, and finally gasped for breath, although he was Wang Zhifei's subordinate, he had seen a lot of troublesome things in the usual mess, but there had never been a person who directly brought him the fear of death like Dong Wenfeng.

"I, my boss's nickname is Mule, and we're all Feige's men. "The motorcyclist did not hesitate and was very wise in his choice of life and loyalty to the boss.

"Brother Fei?" Dong Wenfeng asked.

"Oh, no, Wang Zhifei, is the deputy captain of the criminal police brigade, we are all his subordinates, he gave us the order yesterday, let us ...... Uh......" The motorcyclist looked at Dong Wenfeng with some fear, and didn't dare to continue.

"Let you kill me?" Dong Wenfeng helped him finish speaking.

"Uh, right...... But the order was given by Wang Zhifei's bastard, and the plan was made by a mule, and we just ate and acted according to orders!" the motorcyclist hurriedly explained, he was really afraid that this evil star would really kill him.

He knew that the murderous aura just now was not something that ordinary people could have.

"Okay, I see, get your phone out. Dong Wenfeng said lightly.

The motorcyclist did not hesitate, hurriedly took out his mobile phone and unlocked it.

"Call Wang Zhifei. Dong Wenfeng continued.

"Huh?" the motorcyclist hesitated.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" Dong Wenfeng's eyes narrowed, and the murderous aura on his body was revealed again.

"I heard, I heard, I just hit, I just hit. The motorcyclist didn't dare to delay any longer, so he had to call Wang Zhifei's phone.

"Hello?"

The phone went through.

Dong Wenfeng took the mobile phone, and then said into the phone: "Wang Zhifei, do you remember me?"

"You, you're a bastard, no, shouldn't you have it now?" Wang Zhifei certainly remembered the voice of the man who broke his hand bones yesterday, but he still couldn't believe that his subordinates had missed, you know, these people were professionally trained.

"I gave you a chance to kill me, and you didn't take it. Dong Wenfeng's tone was very indifferent, as if he was chatting with someone, but the content of this chatter was really chilling.

"Now, it's my turn, no matter which force is behind you, no matter what background you have, your life, I will take it tomorrow. ”

After Dong Wenfeng finished speaking, he threw the phone back to the motorcyclist.