I can't be wrong, the slightly haggard man with a scar on his face is definitely my brother Yang Hao, whom I haven't seen for more than half a year! At this time, I didn't care about the pain in my right knee that kept reminding me, so I trotted up with a step, trying to catch up with the white bus in front of me.

This was not an option, and I bared my teeth and stopped on the street where I had just run halfway through.

I looked around, and now I needed a mobility tool that would allow me to catch up with the car in front of me. But what disappointed me was that there weren't any transportation tools around. There were some private cars parked on the road, but the fact that I didn't have a key was a bit of a piece of metal to me.

I now have the keys to a car, but now that the car has been affected by the fighting, I can't risk my life to break into the area where they are fighting and then drive the car out.

I gave up on the idea of a cane, but that's when I saw what appeared to be a mountain bike thrown on the road.

The mountain bike was on the opposite street northwest of me at the moment, and it looked like it was still a new car.

I gritted my teeth and trotted over, and I took a closer look, and although the mountain bike had flipped to the ground, there was no fatal damage.

Seeing this, I also stepped forward to help the mountain bike up, and sat on the saddle of the mountain bike with my left leg.

I tried jumping around once or twice, and the car was fine, but my right knee was .....

I looked at my right leg resting on the pedal, and there was a small amount of blood spilling from the bandage on my protruding right knee, presumably because of the trotting just now. However, this bandage is also useful, and it helped me stop a lot of blood.

But then it was time for me to bleed profusely, and now I needed to catch up with the bus in front of me on this mountain bike.

As soon as I gritted my teeth, I couldn't care about any wounds on my body, so I kicked my right leg and rode in the direction of the car just now.

It's also false to say that I can't take care of it, the moment I pedal hard, I regretted it a little, this bend has been simply wearing down my will, the knee of my right leg is like crawling with ants gnawing at my flesh, and numbness and tingling.

I had to give up on the mountain bike after a long ride, and my right leg might really be useless if I rode it again.

Fortunately, the bus in front of me was going straight, and it was still in my sight.

At this moment, a man wearing headphones suddenly came out of a noodle shop on the street next to me, and he looked like he was the owner of the noodle shop. The man went out and looked at me with a very strange look, probably because I was like a rag picker at this time.

The man glanced at me and noticed that something was wrong around him, there was no one on the road, and the bustling streets were long deserted. The man turned to me and asked in surprise, "Where have these people gone?"

I was a little helpless, but I didn't expect it to be really recognized as a mess.

"Behind the police and * in the exchange of gunfire. "I didn't intend to pay attention to this man after I said that.

I just wanted to take a break and find a way to catch up with the car, and I've seen it before, and there's still nothing nearby that will allow me to catch up with the car. But at that moment, I suddenly noticed a motorcycle parked in front of the noodle shop next to me in the middle of a pile of miscellaneous items.

The man probably saw the smoke behind me and the gunshots coming from near the corporate building, and he had already run to the motorcycle and sat down on it.

I smiled slightly, and I had an idea in my heart. I left the bike under me and walked straight to the man who was reversing out of the clutter.

The man sat on the motorcycle and reversed out after a while, only to see him take out the car key from his trouser pocket and start the motorcycle, the motorcycle suddenly emitted a roar of the engine, and thick black smoke came out of the exhaust hole.

The man was about to turn away when I stepped forward and grabbed him by the shoulder.

"What are you doing? I don't have time to pay attention to you right now!" the man asked, looking back at me with some anger.

"Shotguns for guns. I said with a smile.

"What?" the man said, his mouth wide open, as if he didn't know what I meant.

I didn't bother to explain it to him, so I dragged him off the motorcycle.

The man was pulled hard by me and suddenly fell to the ground next to me, and the man only had time to let out a scream of pain.

I pedaled with my right foot and got on this motorcycle that looked to be performing quite well, and God helped me when I got to the mountain. I took off the helmet from the rearview mirror of my motorcycle and put it on my head.

"I've got that bike for you, green ride!" I said, looking back at the man one last time before leaving.

"Labor's car, you thief!" the man's voice grew quieter as I rode after the coach that was already far ahead.

The performance of the motorcycle is still excellent, the speed can be much faster than the average private car, but the speed will become uncontrollable, and the two wheels are far less stable than the four wheels, which is also a common problem of motorcycles.

I rode my motorcycle through the deserted streets, and the scenery on both sides of the street kept receding rapidly, and I could no longer hear the sound of the streets, and all I could hear was the roar of the motorcycle's engine and the sound of the wind plundering the past.

I looked down at the motorcycle's computer and it was close to eighty yards, and the passenger car in front of me was so close to me that I was expected to be able to pass it in ten seconds.

But at this moment, I also saw that the back door of the bus in front of me actually opened, revealing the scene inside.

I saw that at the back door of the bus, two men in half-crouching suits were standing at this time, and they were holding black rifles in their hands.

I cursed in my heart, this horse is going to shoot me!

I quickly moved to the side of the road, and almost as soon as I turned, the two men shot at me. For a moment, the bullets were flying, and sparks were constantly stirring up on the ground next to me, and I could only barely dodge the bullets they fired by constantly swinging the direction.

But I knew in my heart that it was only a matter of time before I was hit, I rode on the motorcycle without any cover, and I didn't have great motorcycle driving skills. I can't dodge more effectively, so my heart is now hanging in the steep air of the bottomless abyss below.

Now that I'm getting close to 90 yards, if I were to be hit by a bullet anywhere on the motorcycle, I could be unstable at this high speed, causing the body to disintegrate, and eventually the car to be destroyed.

But now I have no choice but to increase the strength of my right hand to pull the throttle all the way.

For a while, the acceleration performance of the motorcycle was exerted to the extreme, and the two men behind the body were also a little difficult to deal with. At this speed, I was able to overtake the bus in just three seconds.

But there was one thing that made my heart chill at this point, and that was when I saw the bullets of these two men in front of my motorcycle, and I could now clearly feel that the direction was gradually losing my control, and my speed was slowing down.

At this time, the two men in the back of the car were loading, and it seemed that in a second or two it would be my death. I was going to be able to wrestle with them for a while, but now the bike was about to lose my control.