"Boom!"

The thunder was deafening, followed by a blinding flash of lightning that pierced the sky, and then raindrops fell in large numbers.

It was already dark, and the rain had livened up the extraordinarily quiet interstate, with no street lights on the side of the road, only two faint glows from the headlights in the rain.

"How so? How did it come to this? Li Jie sat in the co-pilot's seat, looking at the dark and rainy night outside the window with his eyes, muttering to himself.

He turned his head and looked at Yan Murong with complicated eyes. "Who the hell are you?"

"Doctor." Yan Murong slowed down and looked at him. "You're asking me this question for the second time."

"And who are those gunmen?"

"How do I know?" Yan Murong said impatiently, he now threw away his mobile phone and all the tools that could be contacted, and drove into the interstate highways on both sides that were either the Grand Canyon or the desert, and it took him a long time to get rid of those gunmen.

"Click!"

A soft sound came, Yan Murong turned his head, and saw Li Jie pointing a gun at him, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

"Stop." Li Jie said in a deep voice.

Yan Murong obediently stepped on the brakes, slowly leaned the car on the side of the road, turned his head, and stared at Li Jie without saying a word.

There was silence, and there was a deathly silence in the car, except for the almost inaudible sound of Li Jie's fingers rubbing the trigger and the breathing of the two of them, there was no sound in the carriage.

"I hate it when people point guns at me." In the end, Yan Murong spoke first to break the silence. "Especially when I'm in a bad mood - say, what do you want to do?"

"Who the hell are you?" Li Jie's gun was not put down, and he looked at Yan Murong and asked in a deep voice.

"Doctor, Chinese medicine practitioner."

"Why did they kill you?"

"That's going to have to ask them." Yan Murong shrugged his shoulders. "I only came to America yesterday, how do I know why they killed me - I think you better put down your gun before I get angry, I hate the feeling of being pointed at a gun. Besides, we're all Maza on a rope now, so it's so boring. ”

"No, it's not." Li Jie screamed, his expression a little hysterical. "You're you, I'm me - I'm a cop, I'm going to get you back, now, turn around and drive back to Washington."

"Don't be naïve." Yan Murong sneered. "You're the police officer in charge of my inexplicable murder, I guess there must be a surveillance probe on the street, right? You say, what will they think when they see you running away with me? - I went back and was hunted down, and you went back and was investigated. The two of them crushed the milk baby, if you are not you, I can't get any good. ”

Yan Murong's words made Li Jie's expression more and more ugly, indeed, whether it was on the street or in the hall of the police station, there was surveillance inside, and when he went back, he would inevitably be investigated, and those gunmen must have also seen him, he was investigated as a small one, and he was chased and killed as Yan Murong's accomplice, then the matter was a big deal.

It's really fucking unlucky, Li Jie scolded depressedly in his heart.

He put down his gun and leaned back in his seat with a dejected face.

Yan Murong smiled bitterly, turned on the radio in the car, and after turning it on, he smiled bitterly again. This is the United States, and he can't understand a word of the program playing on the radio, but Li Jie's face suddenly changed drastically, and the person also bounced up from his seat and turned up the sound of the radio to the maximum.

"It's over, we're done." Li Jie's voice began to tremble, and his face was extremely ugly. "We're wanted."

Wanted?

Yan Murong was stunned.

Damn, what the fuck is this world? What did you do yourself? I didn't kill anyone, I didn't set fires, and I never did anything in my life to knock on the widow's door and dig up the grave of the widow, how did I become a wanted criminal? Do these cops dare to be more stupid? Are their eyes all for breath? Don't see yourself as a victim? Even if you want to be wanted, you have to want the gunmen who smashed the police station.

"As I said, we're grasshoppers on the same rope." Yan Murong didn't care about Li Jie's gains and losses, started the car, and rushed into the rain.

In an exquisite and luxurious villa, the night is dark, and the villa is dark, only a little light looms.

Kronos sat in a wheelchair with a blanket on his legs, and his long hair in a shawl looked a little disheveled. He lowered his head and was holding a book to read with relish.

At this moment, there was a sound of light footsteps behind him, and he did not look back, his eyes were still focused on the book in his hand, as if there was some magic in the book that attracted him.

"Love, it's a strange thing." It took him a while before he closed the book, as if he were talking to the man behind him, and as if he were talking to himself. "Sometimes, love is a thing that does not distinguish between ages, status, nationality, or even men and women."

He put the book on his lap, pushed the wheelchair around, looked at Miller standing in the dark, and asked. "Not dead?"

"Nope." There was not a hint of emotion in Miller's voice.

"I knew it." Kronos laughed. The flickering light of the fire reflected on his face, making his pale face even more terrifying, like a vampire in a movie.

"It's my rereliction of duty." Miller took the initiative to admit his mistake and said. "I'll go find him."

"It's not your fault." Kronos waved his hand generously. "I didn't expect the waste to kill him, but it doesn't look like he's in a good place right now."

"Yes." Miller nodded. The medical department counted Johnson's death on his head, and now, the entire Huaxia exchange group is under the surveillance of the FBI, and the police have issued a wanted warrant. In addition, the Black Hawk Gang has also dispatched a lot of elites and has been searching for his whereabouts. ”

"Elite?" Kronos smiled disdainfully. "Can that waste be smart? A dozen people, a dozen guns can let people go, this can also be called elite? By the way, what about his women? ”

"The phoenix is watching, it's safe." Miller said.

"Kidnapping, it's a bit low-level." Kronos said softly. "However, I really don't want to let go of such a great opportunity, because I'm running out of time."

"Chief, then I'll go down first." Miller whispered.

"Go, go." Kronos waved his hand, his eyes turning to the flickering flames in the fireplace. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing an eerie smile.

"The police, the gangsters, the killers, and the safety of his women - it seems that our miracle doctor is in trouble right now."

PS: I'm ashamed to ask you for leave, I'm so tired today, because the manuscript fee was delayed, I spent too much money last month, and I even ran out of money to buy cigarettes in my pocket for a long night, so I went out today to make some extra money for a wedding car for a day, and left before dawn in the morning, and came back at almost eight o'clock, and I didn't eat anything, so I coded two chapters, and it was really immovable. Forgive me!