"Catch up with him, catch up with that kid, whoever can kill him with his own hands will have a reward!"

Buzz! Buzz!

The dense convoy resembles locusts in the summer crop fields, and the streets smell of tires rubbing against the ground violently.

Under the so-called heavy reward, there must be brave men.

If you want to get ahead in a gang of hundreds of people, you can't do it without a little ruthlessness.

"Hurry, hurry!" Behind one of the riders, there was also a guy with a steel knife, and their intention was obvious, which was to get Lynch off the bike.

From his calm expression, it can be seen that this is a habitual offender who snatches cars, and the knife in his hand, because of the excessive speed, makes a piercing sound of breaking the wind that pierces the eardrums.

Lynch, who was speeding all the way, sneered, and deliberately slowed down and waited for the two to come up.

"Catch up!!" shouted the rider excitedly, his body already parallel to Lynch.

The knife-wielding man saw the right moment, and an autumn wind swept the leaves towards Lynch, who seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and as soon as he leaned over, he easily dodged.

"Stupid, cut it right!" exclaimed the rider in a rage.

Lynch, who lured the enemy closely, did not give them a second chance to strike, and his left leg detached from the pedal and kicked the man so hard that the rider immediately lost his balance and slid to the side of the road screaming.

With a tragic roar, the motorcycle drove directly onto the sidewalk and crashed into a 24-hour convenience store that was open, the glass door cracked in response, but the vehicle did not stop moving forward, and after knocking over three shelves in a row, it crashed straight into the cement wall of the store, and the two fell from the car one after another, and were buried in the mess of the goods.

"Woohoo!" Lynch, who twisted the accelerator, exclaimed excitedly, he liked the thrill of racing all the way.

"Damn! this kid has two hits, he can't chase him hard, notify some people, take a shortcut to intercept him!"

After getting a few more close outlaws, Lynch flicked his tail at a stunning angle, his body almost brushing the road, and turned to another, more open street.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Funnily enough, when the bikers attempted to make a high-speed turn, one of the riders made an obvious mistake and fell to the side of the road with the biker.

Then there is the multi-vehicle collision that I like to see, but fortunately they are all equipped with helmets, and the casualty rate is not as high as expected.

"Waste! A bunch of waste!" a young man with silver-white hair scolded in blunt Chinese.

This guy is British, but he is a drag racing master in Chinatown, and he once won the league championship of the national underground car race.

"Jerry, the opponent is too powerful!"

"No! You're so inferior! Look at me!"

The mount under his crotch is a common thing for drag racers and is a Nissan Kawasaki Ninja, though apparently specially modified.

Boom! This cool guy just got started, and in an instant he reached a terrifying movement speed, like a green whirlwind whistling by.

The little ninja with an AEG EFI system and a light-speed engine is not comparable to the ordinary modified car under Lynch's crotch.

So in terms of speed, no matter how skilled Lynch's driving skills are, he can't change the status quo of outdated hardware.

"Hey, buddy, you're dressed like an ironclad mantis. Seeing Jerry chasing after him, Lynch couldn't help but laugh.

"Less nonsense! If you know each other, get out of the car and surrender quickly!" Although his Chinese pronunciation sounded lame, fortunately he was quite fluent.

"Are you British?" asked Lynch, speaking fluent English.

"It doesn't matter what nationality I am, it's important that I'm going to beat you!" he replied in English, too.

"Alright then, you'll pay for your hubris!" Lynch raised the corners of his mouth, not giving the guy a chance to react, and the throttle was instantaneous, pulling away from Jerry.

The latter didn't give Lynch a chance to escape at all, and soon stepped up his horsepower to chase after him, taking advantage of his mount, and began to crash into Lynch.

"What an annoying fellow!" Lynch shouted impatiently, and made a sharp turn in the near corner, plunging into a bottomless black alley.

Jerry hesitated for a moment, then went in, only to find that it was a dead end.

"Your Chinese architectural concept is very unscientific!" the British guy complained in frustration, with a shiny metal baseball bat in his hand.

Lynch said that he didn't care, and hooked his finger at him: "Let me see what the British kid is capable of." ”

Jerry is obviously an old bird in street fights, and he doesn't say hello at all, and the baseball bat whistles at Lynch.

No surprise, the blow was directly held by Lynch's hand, like an iron tong, clutching the baseball bat.

"Now it's my turn!" Lynch's arms moved forward slightly, and the British boy pounced on Lynch as if he had been sucked by a magnet.

Lynch didn't look at it, and was greeted with a punch, which directly knocked him unconscious, bleeding from his nostrils, and falling to the ground softly.

Two minutes later, a Kawasaki Ninja pulled out of the alley, and even the motorcycle suit was exactly the same as before, apparently ripped off by Lynch.

"Hey, Jerry, did you catch up with that kid?" someone saw the familiar motorcycle, quickly leaned over and asked.

Lynch didn't dare to speak, but made a "follow me" gesture, he really couldn't learn Jerry's non-earthy tone.

"Brothers, keep up with Jerry, he knows where that kid is!"

In just an instant, the convoy gathered again.

At the same time, another convoy outflanked from the shortcut, but found no trace of the target.

It's as if the world has evaporated.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Follow Jerry! Jerry knows where that kid is?"

"Really, how would he know?"

"Don't ask nonsense, just keep up!"

The ironic scene is that behind Lynch, there are countless riders who have only one goal in common, and that is to follow Jerry!

The locomotive raced all the way to the outskirts of the city, a key expansion area for the Yanjing municipal government, and many construction sites have already begun.

There are a number of private houses to be demolished scattered around, and from here all the way to the west, is the famous Beihai.

"Hey, no, Jerry, how did that kid run away to a place like this?" someone questioned, the place seemed a little inexplicable.

"Come with me!" Lynch simply shouted in a distorted English.

"Boss! That wasn't Jerry's voice! I talked to him every day! We were deceived!"

Damn! Lynch cursed secretly, you are so dog-eared, you can recognize my voice when you are so noisy!

"Who are you?, take off your helmet!" the leader of the bikers got out of the car and walked straight to Lynch.

"Take it off!" he said again, roaring to be exact.

Lynch had no choice but to take off his helmet slowly, and laughed, "I'm the one you're looking for." ”

Boom!

The hard helmet smashed directly on top of the leader's head, and the latter's body fell to the ground crookedly as if it had softened.

After smashing one, Lynch didn't wait for everyone to react, the rabbit rose and fell, jumped in a few steps, and plunged into the weedy not far away.

"Catch him!"

"Catch that kid!"

"Don't let him run away!"

Only then did the riders react and chased in Lynch's direction.

Chirp!chirp!

I don't know who brought the gun, and fired it indiscriminately, and the bullets whizzed past Lynch's side.

"The combat effectiveness of this group of scum is too weak. Lynch sneered and walked straight to the construction site where construction was underway.

"Hey, who are you looking for?" a man who appeared to be an overseer ran over, carrying a bright flashlight for lighting.

"Looking for you!" Lynch walked up to him, reached out and tapped the life point on his chest twice, and the man's meridians were blocked, and he collapsed.

He looked around and found half a roast chicken and a bottle of liquor that hadn't had time to be opened on a small table made of old wooden planks.

Lynch, who saw the food, didn't even think about it, directly tore off a fat chicken leg, and devoured it, making his hands greasy.

"He's here!" the bikers abandoned the biker and rushed in in a group, weapons in hand, all deadly fellows.

"Let's get on it!"

Lynch hurriedly threw away the chicken legs, picked up an iron chair, and threw it out.

Boom! The first minions were instantly knocked down.

"Damn, I'm going to break him to pieces!" shouted the other leader, who lay in the pile of people who had been knocked down.

Lynch stood still, snapped his fingers, then turned and ran to the site's improvised staircase, which led straight to the upper floors.

"Shoot, shoot, shoot!"

Chirp!

Chirp!chirp!

The bullet hit the steel beam in a thrilling way, sputtering a brilliant spark.

Lynch dodged left and right, and could only climb up with his consciousness, but fortunately he climbed up.

"Go up! I'll see where he can go!"

Under the order, the bikers had no worries, just like the Spring Festival temple fair, crowded and everyone climbed up.

This staircase, which is welded with angle steel and iron plates, has a strong bearing capacity, and it is still strong when so many people step on it.

Just as they were about to climb up, Lynch flashed out from one side, and the Omega watch on his wrist quickly emitted red-hot high-energy laser rays aimed at the weld between the staircase and the floor.

The intensity of this laser ray is so terrifying that even a special material safe can be cut, and cutting the steel structure on such a construction site is a piece of cake.

"Damn, it's going to collapse!" The minion at the front saw this scene, and his face was almost green.

As soon as he finished speaking, the bikers who were huddled on the stairs felt empty under their feet and descended with the iron ladder.

Bang! Bang!

The crowd fell on others one by one like dumplings, and the people at the bottom were the worst, almost crushed to death.