The beard was oiled hard, so that the speed of the motorcycle increased again and again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info We are now on the run, and we have to get rid of these SWAT, so we have no choice, let alone consider whether it is dangerous or not.

Our bike flew through the woods, and on a few occasions it overwhelmed a pebble, and the bike flew up, at least half a meter above the ground, and then fell to the ground again.

I can't measure my current heartbeat, but my heart is like a drum.

I didn't have the energy to think about my heart, so I kept looking back.

The beard was so good, and when we finally rushed out of the woods with great difficulty, all the SWAT officers were thrown off in the middle of the way.

I noticed that the speed of the motorcycle was so fast, and my head buzzed, and I gave my beard a loud reminder, "Slow down!"

The beard is very direct, and it brakes at once. I suspect he's confused right now, and he doesn't understand what I mean.

I patted him on the back again and reminded, "Don't stop, don't take the road, pick a secluded place as much as possible, and keep escaping!"

The beard hesitated slightly, but answered and did as I said.

I suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted. I was still leaning on the back of my beard.

This kind of reliance is not ambiguous, but purely a kind of dependence between brothers. I didn't notice how long we were on the run, but when Beard turned the motorcycle around a fork in the road, a light suddenly appeared on the country road next to it.

It's the light of the motorcycle, and it shines directly at us.

I was nervous again, it was very conspicuous, and there were pursuers coming.

The beard didn't need me to remind him, and he immediately sped up the motorcycle.

Judging from previous experience, after Beard raised his speed to the level of Biao Huhu, those special police officers were not so bold and would not speed up to chase us.

But this time the pursuer was very special, he not only increased his speed, but also increased his speed.

The motorcycle that the pursuer was sitting on, the engine was like roaring, with a very strong roar, and the motorcycle chased after it without delay.

I was in a hurry, in fact, the beard was also in a hurry, his head was sweating, and he couldn't help but talk to me, saying that his mother had encountered hard stubble.

I admit that he was not wrong at all, and after a few moments of driving on the two motorcycles, the pursuers were very close to us, hovering more than ten meters behind us.

I was so frightened that my heart was in my throat, and my heart said that if this SWAT had a gun, he would shoot us twice at this time, and once my brother was shot and fell off the motorcycle, he was surrounded by this high-speed inertia, and he was sure to fall all the parts.

I also tried to think of a way to defend for a while, but I had no choice but to run out of skills.

What I didn't expect the most was that after the motorcycle kept a distance of more than ten meters from us, it stopped getting close and took out a posture to follow us.

I don't know what the owner of this motorcycle is trying to do, and he definitely has the ability to catch up with him easily.

I took out the meaning of wait-and-see, and tasted it vigilantly.

The chasing motorcycle, from time to time, also came to an S-shape, which seemed to be very leisurely, and finally its lights flashed and flashed.

My eyes hurt from the flash, and I couldn't help but squint.

Beard also saw this scene through the rearview mirror, and he had an idea and said to me, "Is this special police officer not malicious, and wants to help us?"

As a result, the beard also slowed down. At the same time, the motorcycle behind him also sensitively slowed down.

I hesitated when Hu Zi said this, but I also understood that now we can't trust anyone so blindly, otherwise we won't know how to die if we miss a move.

I resolutely said to the beard, "Don't think so much, run away." ”

In order to strengthen his beard's conviction, I patted him on the back vigorously. Beard snorted, which was both a response to me and a sign of his ruthlessness.

He picked up speed again, and the bike we were on soon surpassed its previous fastest speed.

I secretly looked ahead, and I admit that I was a little dizzy just by looking at this one, and I estimated that the speed of this motorcycle was not less than one hundred and thirty or forty miles per hour.

I also took the beard, and my heart said that he could still drive a motorcycle at this speed, and he really had a hand.

But Beard couldn't help but boast, and suddenly, Beard wowed, and shouted, "Sit down." ”

I thought the bike was going to hit some pebble again, but who knew the exact opposite, our bike went down a very steep downhill, and the speed of the bike was so fast that it suddenly flew off the slope.

I looked at the ground that was erratic and even farther and farther away from me, and my whole head was like a fryer. My beard and I are now in a state of weightlessness, which is not pleasant.

The two of us yelled helplessly, and could only watch the motorcycle fall little by little, and finally had an intimate contact with the steep slope.

The quality of this motorcycle is really good, it has been tossed to such an extent, it has not fallen apart, but the beard can't control its balance, this motorcycle staggered and rushed down, then it was crooked on one side and fell to the ground.

Beard and I also managed to react in time, and the moment the motorcycle fell to the ground, we both jumped off early.

Like a potato, we were carried by inertia and rolled down the slope.

I thought about the Grand Canyon for a while, and I had a similar experience when I entered the Grand Canyon. I don't know if it's because I've experienced it, so I have subconsciously experienced it.

During this roll, I protected my head, and from time to time I twisted my waist and kicked my legs wildly, trying to relieve myself.

When I finally rolled down completely, I rolled forward a long way before I could barely stop.

I was so dazed that I couldn't stand up, but I half-sat on the ground and looked up the slope.

The pursuer's motorcycle, parked on the slope, and the driver jumped off the motorcycle, standing and staring at us.

He was wearing a helmet, and I couldn't tell what he looked like, but it was a clear indication that he didn't mean to chase us any longer.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and turned my head around again, trying to find the beard.

I found that the beard was better than mine, and as he rolled down, he rushed into a haystack.

The beard was now crawling out of the haystack with his hands and feet.

I grinned at the pain and forced myself to stand up. When I got to the beard, I looked up the slope and then reached out and pulled him out.

The beard scolded in pain, but when he found the pursuer standing on the slope, he forgot all the pain, took out a very fierce look, stared at the pursuer and said, "Bad food, why is that product still there?" ”

I shook my head, and was pessimistic in my heart that this pursuer was not easy, and that it was even likely to be superior to the two of us.

I'll tell the beard not to act rashly. I took advantage of the opportunity to look around again.

Not far away is a highway, and it is estimated that in this kind of place, it is not like a national highway, but a provincial road. And there's a big bend in the road.

Coincidentally, two beams of light appeared in the distance, and looking at the brightness and spacing of the beams, I guessed that it was a truck.

I was heartbroken, and said that since the pursuer on the slope had no intention of chasing me and Beard, he would definitely not trouble us again. We just used this truck to escape.

I told the beard about the plan, and made it clear that we should hurry to the vicinity of the steep bend and wait, the speed of the truck would not be too fast, and it would slow down when it turned, and we would find the opportunity to climb into the car together.

After listening to me, Beard didn't know what to do, but we had no other choice.

The beard finally answered, and we got up, and as fast as we could, we hurried towards the steep bend.

There were also a few small trees next to the bend, which made it easy for me and Beard, and we both hid behind the trees to avoid being spotted by the truck driver.

It didn't take long for the truck to get here, and it was really as bad as I expected, and the driver slowed down the speed to a very low speed for the sake of safety, and it was estimated that it was only twenty or thirty miles.

Beard and I looked at each other in the air, and we looked at each other to cheer each other up.

We were both staring at the pickup truck, and suddenly, Beard shouted, "Go!" and I immediately rushed out together.

The two of us rushed to the road first, trailing behind the truck.

The wagon was open, and that's where I got lucky, Beard was a bit faster than me, and he was the first to grab the fence with both hands, and then he kicked with both feet, and with both hands, he climbed up quickly.

I was half a beat slower, and by the time I had struggled to catch up with Baal, the truck had already turned a steep bend and was gradually accelerating.

I was dumbfounded, and my beard was anxious, and I urged, "Hurry, you should run!"

I said to myself that no matter how fast my legs were upside down, I wouldn't be able to outrun the wheels, right? And I also knew that if I delayed any longer, the truck would speed up more, and I could only look at the car and sigh.

At such a critical moment, I blocked again. I grunted and lunged forward.

I couldn't have touched the rails of the carriage with my hands, and if no one had helped me, I would probably have thrown a hard fall on my front side, but Beard reached out in time.

The moment he held my hands, he was slammed by my inertia, and his facial features were distorted because of the pain.

But this is a man, he stubbornly carried it, not to mention, and came up with a lot of strength, using all his strength, trying to drag me up.

I had him take such a hand, and I was not idle during this time, I tried to lift my leg and step on the carriage.

And when I first made this move, my legs were still rubbing on the ground, which was enough to choke. I heard the snorting of my shoes, and both of my feet hurt terribly.

I was scared and put my feet in time, anyway, after a lot of tossing, I came to the carriage with my beard without any danger.

By this time the truck was quite far from the downhill we had just escaped, and I looked at it from a distance, and I couldn't see it clearly.

I don't know if the pursuer is still standing on the slope. Beard took advantage of the time to look at my feet, and he cursed.

I also looked down by the way, and my heart sank, I was originally wearing hard-soled leather shoes, but now these shoes open at the front and back, almost like slippers...... (To be continued.) )