You are paralyzed!

Li Fanyu was full of the feeling of a dog at this time!

What does it mean to just get out of the wolf's den and enter Tiger Mountain?

That's it!

Big brother, are you Detroit no normal people on the streets except criminals! I just came out and slipped around, and I was pointed at a pistol twice, according to this rhythm, you Detroit people don't live long per life, bastard?!

Ao Guanhai is a rammer, how can he be noisy and ban guns for a presidential year, and it hasn't been done, your U.S. government is too inefficient!

But the complaints that erupted in his heart could not change the fact that he was being pointed at gunpoint. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The corners of his mouth twitched twice, and Li Fanyu reversed the car out of the alley under the cold eyes of the white man.

On the street, the three black men had already driven away. But if you don't die, you can still see it.

Seeing the speeding car in front of him, the white man snorted coldly, "Quick! catch up with those three sons of bitch!"

"Alas, the passing years are not good. Li Fanyu sighed secretly in his heart, adjusted the front of the car, hung up the gear, and slammed the accelerator down.

The moment he stepped on the accelerator, a roar from the Kwafu V16 resounded through the block. In that instant, the propeller shaft transmits the huge torque of the engine, even from the low start, to the rear axle!

With a shrill sound, the rear wheels spun sharply and idled due to the effects of inertia.

The rear-wheel drive longbow RS twists and sways from side to side on the empty street, like a bullfight that kicks the ground with its hind legs and is about to charge!

The rapid idling caused the temperature of the tires to rise rapidly, causing the rubber of the two track-specific tires from Michelin to quickly soften at the rear wheel.

When the temperature rises to about 90 degrees, the strong grip is revealed.

Call!

At the moment when the car ran out, it perfectly interpreted what an image Li Fanyu had for naming it.

The whole car, like a longbow that was fully drawn, flew out in an instant!

At the moment when the car bullet went out, Li Fanyu saw a pang of pain on the face of the white man in the passenger seat. The blood hole on the black leather coat also gushed out a stream of black-red blood.

Well?

Seeing this scene, Li Fanyu had some thoughts in his heart;

As a man of knowledge and culture, he immediately realized what had changed in this bastard who was holding him with a gun.

Judging by the location of the person's injuries and the person's state, the bullet should have not hit the artery. Otherwise, at the heart's pumping volume of 83 milliliters per second, the blood of this product will spurt all over the body.

If that were the case, this man would certainly not be pointing a gun at himself as he is now, but would definitely lie in some dark corner, surrounded by blood in a place.

But looking at the man's wound, it should be near the shoulder blade. When a pistol bullet hits a human body, especially a hard object such as a bone, it will flip over several times in the body, widening the wound.

Judging from the amount of bleeding, even if this guy was very lucky not to hurt the aorta of the scapula, the other blood vessels in the shoulder were also severely damaged.

A large amount of blood vessel damage and bleeding caused by non-penetrating gunshot wounds can cause pressure imbalances in the body. Now under the pressure of overload, the bleeding will definitely get worse.

"Hmph, getting shot in reality isn't as common as a dinner treat in games and movies. This little brother may have watched too many movies, thinking about being a tough guy and chasing after the enemy. ”

Pattern!

Figure milk obligation!

After thinking about it so much, it was actually the second when the longbow started!

In that moment of lightning, perceiving these things, Li Fanyu had a plan.

......

How fast the longbow accelerated, Li Fanyu didn't have the time and mind to verify it now. However, the results of the computer extrapolation test showed that the car could go from a standstill to 100 km/h in 2.6 seconds.

The overload generated by this process is not much the same as when the fighter takes off!

Realizing this, Li Fanyu stepped on the accelerator a little deeper.

As the speed of the car climbed rapidly, Doyle, the white man beside Li Fanyu, snorted.

He was part of the Detroit Mad Dogs.

But to say that one of them might be a bit demeaning to say that he is the leader of the gang - that is, the boss.

There are so many gangs in Detroit's neighborhoods, and the Mad Dogs aren't the strongest here, but they're definitely not rubbish either. But of all these gangs, the Mad Dogs are the most special one.

Eighty percent of all gangs in Detroit are made up of blacks, but the Mad Dogs are all white.

Normally, American society is one in which blacks discriminate against whites. But in the field of gangsters, black talent is the main theme, so the Mad Dog Gang is targeted by various gangs everywhere.

It is also a shame that the members of the gang are some people who are excluded by other gangs and live at the bottom of society. Except for choosing to be an outlaw, there is only a share of human flesh in this neighborhood, and it is impossible to survive.

So Doyle gathered these people together and stubbornly gained a foothold in the neighborhood by being ruthless.

And with the advantage of white people, Doyle can cooperate well with some drug dealers in the south, and rely on the drug business to grow the gang step by step.

Today, in fact, it is a very ordinary transaction.

But when Doyle took out the goods, he was blackened.

The more than $3 million worth of goods lost, the dead brothers, or the ridicule he would face from the other gangs afterwards didn't matter to Doyle at this moment.

In a shootout inside the church, not only was he wounded, but his own brother was mercilessly killed by bullets flying across the door as he chased him to the door.

Blood is thicker than water, a milk compatriot.

Seeing his brother trembling and stopping his struggle in his arms, the expression on his face solidified from horror to despair, Doyle couldn't care about anything anymore.

Revenge, this is the only thought left in his heart!

But the moment the car started, he felt a stream of hot blood gushing out of the wound.

He frowned, let out an undetectable arsenic groan, and coldly glanced at the yellow-skinned kid beside him, his gaze as if he were looking at a dead man.

Over the years of being in the neighborhood, Doyle has kept a low profile. The work of dirty hands is also done by the hands.

So today's events, there is no need for eyewitnesses.

For him, human life does not matter, it is not worth much.

Just pull the trigger and you'll be able to solve the root of all your troubles.

Thinking of this, Doyle sneered in his heart - you see, violence is indeed a good thing.

But, what he didn't expect was;

The yellow-skinned and black-haired young man next to him was not stupid at all, and his mind was also running rapidly while using his hands and feet to keep the speed of the car constantly high.

Coincidentally, this person is also quietly thinking about how to kill the people around him in order to save his life!