The man parked his car at the gas station, walked out on his own, leaned on the side of the road and smoked. The dust flying on the national highway stained his white shirt, and he didn't care at all. Take a puff of cigarette, squint slightly, and look into the distance.

It has run 200 kilometers, and it is already sunset, and Henan is far away.

After smoking, he threw the cigarette butt in the dirt on the side of the road, turned around and was about to leave, when he heard the whistling of a police car from far and near.

As if he hadn't heard, he almost walked back into the car. Unexpectedly, the police car was also here to refuel, and it could be parked behind his car. He was about to get into the car without squinting, when he heard a familiar shout: "Hey, why are you here?" ”

He was stunned, and in an instant, the thoughts in his heart turned back and forth, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the hand snatch was hidden in the co-pilot's storage compartment. But he still didn't stretch out his hand, took a deep breath, turned his head, and smiled: "Old Fang? Why are you here? ”

Fang Qing's face was dusty, but he looked very energetic. He stared at Luo Lang with a pair of dark eyes and said, "I'm on a mission." What about you? ”

The fact is that the butterfly killer fled all the way north, and Fang Qing immediately made a decision and ordered the criminal police to immediately pounce north and block all routes. But the land of the motherland is too vast, and the killer may abandon the car and flee at any time, so he has not been found yet.

Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao are still far behind. Fang Qing's car should be the fastest.

At this moment, the mobile phone in Fang Qing's arms rang, and the caller was Jian Yao. The gas station couldn't answer the mobile phone, Fang Qing glanced at it and pressed the phone down, planning to dial it back for a while.

Luo Lang glanced at his mobile phone, smiled, and said, "I'll go back to Beijing." ”

Fang Qing looked at the black jeep he was driving: "This is not your car?" ”

Luo Lang replied lightly: "A client, with a Beijing license plate, plans to sell it, and asks me to help him drive back to Beijing." Anyway, it was only about ten hours, and I happened to come back by the way. ”

Fang Qing let out an "oh", and saw that his partner was still refueling, and the front tailgate of their police car was about to fall off. He rolled his eyes, climbed Luo Lang's shoulder, and said with a smile: "That's it, Lao Luo, I'll take your car to the north." To tell you the truth, we are arresting fugitives, and the car allocated by the local police station is too bad to use. Running on provincial roads and country roads makes me want to vomit blood. Take me for a while. ”

Luo Lang thought about it and said, "No problem." ”

So the two got into the car and galloped all the way north.

When Bo Jinyan, Jian Yao and An Yan's car drove to the gas station, they happened to see Fang Qing's partner's car driving out. Jian Yao asked loudly, "What about Fang Qing?" The detective replied, "He met a friend, got into his car and left first." Jian Yao asked strangely, "Who?" The criminal policeman replied: "It's called Lao Luo, and he drives a black Jeep." ”

Jian Yao was stunned.

Bo Jin Yan next to him had already said coldly: "Chase!" ”

An Yan was driving, and when he raised his head, his expression was also awe-inspiring. Jian Yao had an indescribable feeling in her heart, she raised her head and saw the yellow road ahead, dusty, dim and dark.

After chasing for about half an hour, a black Jeep really appeared around the corner in front of me. The speed of the car was so fast that I couldn't see anyone in the car from a distance, but I felt that the car seemed to be running for my life, and a turn turned and threw them away.

In the car over there, Fang Qing looked ahead, his hand resting on the window, all his attention was on searching for the suspect vehicles in front of and on both sides of the road. The window was opened by him, and from time to time a soft wind blew in. He sniffed with his nose, and suddenly spoke: "Lao Luo, why did I smell the smell of blood in the car?" ”

He looked sideways, but saw that Luo Lang's expression was very calm, and he even took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, took out the lighter and lit it, and then replied: "Your nose is no worse than mine." Isn't it the smell on your back? Fang Qing was stunned, looked back, and ripped off his shirt, and sure enough, he saw some blood marks, and it hurt a little. I didn't know it was hanging on the branch of the tree in the mountains, but I didn't notice it.

He smiled and didn't say anything more.

After a while, he suddenly said again: "Old Luo, no. It's the smell of blood on your body. ”

Luo Lang only lowered his head slowly, and his eyes swept to the shirt on his right chest, which was finally soaked in blood. He looked up again, looked ahead, and continued driving.

The wind whistled in, and both men were silent. After a while, Fang Qing said, "Old Luo, why are you suffering? Before he could finish speaking, he reached out and drew his gun.

Who knew that Luo Lang's movements were faster than him, and a punch had already hit Fang Qing's temple. Fang Qing turned his head sideways to avoid it, and at the same time firmly grasped Luo Lang's arm, making him unable to move. Unexpectedly, Luo Lang left the steering wheel with his other hand, and pulled out an iron rod from under the seat like lightning and smashed Shang Qing's head with a stick. It turns out that this is his real trick. While driving, in a short moment, he could come up with such a cunning and ruthless attack method, even Fang Qing didn't expect it, it was really a deadly way to play. Fang Qing snorted, his head hung down directly, he didn't move, and blood was gurgling down the back of his head. Luo Lang took a deep breath, threw away the iron bar, grabbed the steering wheel violently, and the car almost rushed off the cliff. When I raised my head again, I saw that in the rearview mirror, Bo Jinyan's car had appeared.

Luo Lang continued to endure the sharp pain in his chest, and his brain spun rapidly. How to get rid of Jian Yao and them without arousing suspicion. At the same time, taking a look at Fang Qing, this old friend's injury should not be fatal. Thinking of this, the uncomfortable feeling of wanting nausea and vomiting came back to my heart. He unbuckled Fang Qing's seat belt, pushed him down on the ground in front of the seat and curled up, then took out his gun and hung it down to his side, waiting for them to drive over, and then wait for them to change.

However, he never expected that they didn't even say hello, when they heard a few "bangs" and bullets shooting at his tires. Luo Lang turned around in shock and saw that in the passenger seat, Jian Yao was holding a gun, her face was cold, she couldn't tell in the dust, and she was shooting her car with a gun. Luo Lang's heart was in great sorrow, and he suddenly lost for a while, he knew that everything was over. But in an instant, there was a sense of relief, wasn't this exactly what he wanted?

While his mind was circulating, An Yan had increased his horsepower and caught up.

At this time, An Yan didn't say a word, and only listened to Bo Jinyan's orders. Jian Yao held the gun, and her voice was still a little hoarse in the wind: "Jin Yan, are you sure...... It's him? Is it Big Brother Luo? ”

Bo Jinyan's voice was extremely quiet, as if it had the power to stabilize people's hearts. "Sure." He said, "Fang Qing must have discovered it and been plotted by him." Keep shooting, shoot him in the tires, force him to stop. ”

Jian Yao's heart was particularly cold. She didn't say anything more, and raised her gun to shoot at the opponent's left rear wheel again. She noticed that the other party never fired back.

"Bang-" sound, shot! The black Jeep's driving path was instantly deflected, and the right rear wheel was also smoking. He couldn't run anymore! (To be continued.) )