Rahal slowly moved the car and stopped right in front of She-Ma, the tall body blocking her view of the taxi, and even though it was a Mercedes-Benz, She-Ma still found it annoying, and she took a few steps to the side unhappily, continuing to stretch her neck and look out. Rahal moved the car in front of her again and honked the horn twice. Shima began to think that the car was a little strange, and thought to himself, "What's wrong with this man, is he going to invite me to dinner? If so, can I wait for Rahal?"

Lahal honked her horn twice, but Shema still didn't notice Lahal's taxi, and she started to get irritable, this Lahal, what's the matter, he said he was going to pick me up, why hasn't he come yet? I've been waiting for so long, I'm really not keeping my promises, don't you love me anymore? Then I don't care about him, if I don't come again, I won't wait.

I thought so, but I took a few steps forward and continued to search. Seeing that she couldn't get into the car as she walked around, Rahal turned forward again, stopped in front of Shema, and honked her horn twice. Shema was determined not to wait, she also saw that the Mercedes in front of her was hinting at herself, she stepped forward and opened the door with a hint of excitement, and it was actually Lahal sitting inside.

She was a little surprised, she didn't expect that this guy was driving a Mercedes-Benz, and her identity seemed to have improved a lot. I was a little disappointed, it turned out to be this Lahal, and I thought there would be a novel encounter.

The two moods accounted for half of each, but in the end, it was the luxurious interior of Mercedes-Benz that conquered her and let the surprise prevail, and Hima got into the car with a look of excitement that could not be concealed, sat down, looked around, and touched the dashboard from the door. Rahar looked at her proudly and said ostentatiously, "How is this car?" Hima was very envious in his heart, but his mouth said, "It's not yours, what's so good?"

Rahal raised his hand and patted the steering wheel: "My, don't you believe me?" Shima looked at him with disdain: "I don't believe it, you are the only one who drives a taxi, can you buy this car?" "You don't believe it?" Rahal felt that his pride was challenged, but he didn't dare to tell her the truth. At this time, a voice came from behind: "I don't believe it either." Both of them were startled, and turned their heads to look behind them, and at some point two people came in from behind, tall and grim-faced.

One of them was dark and thin, but his eyes were very energetic, and his gaze was like electricity that penetrated the bottom of Rahal's heart, and he couldn't help but shudder. The man asked, "Where did you get this car?" Rahal did not know where the two men came from, how they dared to speak, and saw that they looked very vicious, and he was afraid that he could not afford to provoke them, so he did not speak. Shema was even more frightened, and looked at Rahal blankly, not knowing who he had offended.

Seeing that neither of them spoke, the man leaned forward, stretched out his arm, and strangled Rahal's neck from behind. Rahal threw his head back, his neck strangled to death, he couldn't breathe at all, and he felt terrible suffocation. The hand that was holding the steering wheel was released, and the arm was bent over, trying to break the arm around the neck, but it couldn't be broken at all, and the legs kept kicking, and it looked like he was about to die.

Hima watched in horror, she suddenly came to her senses, screamed loudly, reached out to open the car door, and wanted to escape quickly, but as soon as her hand moved, her mouth was covered by a strong hand, her head was tilted to the side, and a voice sounded in her ears: "Be honest, don't move." She-Ma had always been an obedient and well-behaved child, and she immediately stopped struggling, knowing that it would be easy for the other party to want her own life.

The other man who was strangled by Rahal's neck also let go, and Lahal's face was flushed and he coughed loudly, he was terrified, he had undoubtedly turned around in front of the ghost gate just now, and it was even more terrible than when he was locked in the trunk that day. It was only a few minutes, maybe a minute, but for him, it was like a lifetime, and his tears were about to fall.

The cold voice in the back sounded again: "Where did this car come from?" Rahal was still coughing, he was stalling for time, hoping to find a chance to escape, and a hand reached out from behind, the palm of the hand was large and powerful, pinching the back of his neck, and the major arteries on both sides were pressed. Rahal only felt that the blood in his head was surging upward, his head seemed to explode, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak, Shima saw that his face was red as if blood was about to come out, it was extremely terrible, her eyes widened in horror, she was very afraid that Lahal would die in front of her like this, so that she would never want to sleep for the rest of her life.

Fortunately, the man let go of his hand, and Rahal was not dead, but he had no strength left, and he lay on the steering wheel, gasping for breath, and the two behind him were silent. Shema's heart did not relax at all, she felt like fish on a cutting board, waiting for the kitchen knife to cut down. The two behind them were like hunters staring at their prey, and like civets playing with mice under their paws, staring at the two trembling people in front of them with a pair of greedy and cold eyes.

Rahal finally stopped breathing, he was shocked and frightened, the next two people needless to say are in the same group as the person who beat him up and stuffed him into the trunk in the first place, they are now looking for revenge on him, what should I do, he thought nervously, run? Can he run? Even if he runs away, what will Xima do? If he doesn't run, wait here to die, this kind of person really kills people without blinking. When he stopped breathing, he chose to be subservient and cooperative.

The cold man spoke again: "Tell them that you are in my hands, and let them bring something to save you." Lahal knew in his heart that he had no friendship with Lin Xiao at all, he had left people in the desolate countryside, but later they saved his life, and he had not done a day as a driver, and he still cooperated with Mercedes-Benz, and told them, is it useful? He decided to try it first, so he shook his head and said, "They are gone, I don't know where they went." ”