This is Yanjing, where every inch of land is valuable, and it is really not easy to find a secluded and abandoned warehouse or something.

Ning Kun began to accelerate, the good performance of the Mercedes-Benz car was vividly played even on Yanjing Street, which is famous for traffic jams, but this is thanks to this time period, otherwise even if you drive a good car, you can only climb forward little by little with the traffic flow.

Ning Kun accelerated, and the white Ma Liu behind him also accelerated, less than five meters behind the Mercedes-Benz.

Suddenly, as soon as Ning Kun hit the steering wheel, the car drove onto the viaduct, which has always been known as a maze. In this regard, some native Yanjing people dare not say that they completely recognize the way, let alone an outsider.

However, he miscalculated, and he ignored something called GPS. Even if there is no such thing on Ma Liu, the driver's skills are very good, and he has always maintained this distance, and there are no cars on the viaduct, so it is difficult to lose it.

"It's hard to get rid of him." Yan Murong said. "He's a master."

Indeed, the driver driving Ma Liu is a master, and with Ning Kun's ability, it is basically impossible to get rid of him. So, he slowed down, circled around the viaduct, and then drove back on the road, heading for the suburbs.

The people in the car behind seemed to be iron-hearted, and they didn't overtake or intercept, so they followed the butt of the Mercedes-Benz for more than half an hour.

Soon, the surrounding light became darker and darker, and the road was bumpy, Ning Kun's car turned into a bumpy dirt road, and after driving forward for five minutes, it suddenly stopped.

"What is this place?" Yan Murong looked ahead by the light on the front of the car and found that there was nothing else in the distance except the mountain.

"The shooting range." Ning Kun said. "It used to be a shooting range for the training of the troops, but the place was too remote, and then it was abandoned, and no one cared about it for more than a year, I came here once, and I remember it."

"Yes, this is a good place to kill people and throw corpses." Yan Murong sighed in admiration, looked in the rearview mirror at the car parked not far behind them, and asked. "Will you go down with me, or will you sit in the car and wait?"

"Why should we go down?" Ning Kun smiled, then put on gear, stepped on the accelerator, and after the Mercedes-Benz drove forward for a short while, he turned the front of the car around.

"I'm a Mercedes-Benz, and the other party is Ma Liu." Ning Kun said with a smug face. "The Germans have always been known for their rigor, and it goes without saying that this car is very sturdy -- the car of the island people, tsk, no."

Now, Yan Murong understood what he was going to do.

Indeed, in addition to the fact that the interior of the German car is not as gorgeous as the island car, the other performance can definitely throw the island car dozens of streets, and the safety aspect is the same.

Yan Murong read a news item on the Internet about these two countries doing new car crash tests. Both cars also hit the wall at a speed of 100 kilometers, after inspection, the German car was only seriously damaged in the front, the engine did not suffer any damage, and the repair was the same as the new car, but the island car was not good, the entire front of the car was sunken, and the engine was also hit into a ball of scrap metal, and it could not be deducted from the car.

"Looks like you're dangerous, too." Yan Murong buckled the seat belt on his body and grinned. He was very satisfied with Ning Kun's approach, which suited his style.

Ma Liu's driver seemed to see Ning Kun's intentions, and unexpectedly, the guy didn't mean to dodge, but also began to retreat, retreating to a place where the distance between the two cars was almost a hundred meters before stopping, and then, a long horn sound was particularly harsh in the quiet night.

"Yo, this guy is provoking us?" Yan Murong looked at the two lights in the distance in surprise. Ning Kun's car is obviously not the kind bought on the market, the entire body, including the glass, is bulletproof, and its sturdiness is definitely not comparable to an ordinary Ma Liu, the problem is that the guy still makes a "bullfighting" posture, and I don't know if he is impatient.

"Drip—"

Not to be outdone, Ning Kun also honked the horn, and then, the accelerator under his feet slammed on, the engine let out a low roar, and the car rushed out like an arrow from the string, and at the same time, the horse six also rushed out.

Eighty meters!

Fifty meters!

Thirty meters!

At this time, Ning Kun suddenly changed to high beams.

You know, when driving at night, especially when you will drive, you despise those drivers who use high beams the most, and often car accidents are also because the car is using high beams, which causes the opposite driver's vision to be blurred.

"Bang-"

A loud bang came, and the two cars collided solidly, the Mercedes-Benz slammed down, turned off the engine, and the airbag in the car also popped out, squeezing Ning Kun firmly into the seat. Ma Liu is not so lucky, although the distance is short, but the speed is still 60 kilometers per hour, this building, the entire front of the car is concave, in the moment of collision, the butt pouted high, it is estimated that even if it is repaired, it will have to be disabled for life.

It's just that at the moment when the two cars collided, two black shadows jumped out of the two cars at the same time.

"I thought you weren't afraid of death." Yan Murong looked at a figure standing not far from him, and said with a smile, the soft sword was already in his hand. At this time, you must not be careless.

The two cars collided, the headlights were shattered, and the light became even darker, and neither of them moved, standing in place, beginning to adjust to the darkness.

This figure was very short and thin, so that Yan Murong couldn't tell whether the other party was a man or a woman.

"I want your legs." The black shadow spoke, and at the same time, let Yan Murong know his identity.

This is a man, and he is a foreigner, because Ya's Huaxia language sounds quite different, and of course, his male duck voice also makes Yan Murong sound harsh, especially when he also said that he wants his own legs - what are you kidding? My leg is my own, and if you say you want it, I'll give it to you, why?

"Zheng Wuming asked you to come." Yan Murong held the soft sword and walked towards the black shadow. Before you do it, you have to at least see what the other person looks like.

"I want your legs." The black shadow was still repeating these words as if he hadn't heard Yan Murong's words, and there was a swishing cool air in his voice. If there are timid people here, I'm afraid they will all be scared to pee.

"If you want my legs, I'll come over to you?" Yan Murong said as he walked, and at the same time, he also held a silver needle in his other hand.

The distance between the two grew closer, and their eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness.

Seeing it clearly, Yan Murong finally saw the other party clearly.

"Ah,." Suddenly, Yan Murong let out an almost piercing scream, and the whole person retreated violently.