I actually had a better way to leave, such as knocking little Lucy unconscious, not letting her reveal my identity, and swaggering away.

But I didn't, I really couldn't do it, I didn't dare to hurt her again, even the slightest.

I think she's made of glass, and it shatters when you touch it.

The knuckles of my fingers holding the steering wheel turned white, and I couldn't help but have red eyes.

I drove all the way in the direction of San Francisco, trying to connect with the Snake King and get home with his help.

Now I have nothing, not even an identity. Don't talk about taking a plane, even if you take a long-distance bus, you will be stopped.

Actually, I can go to the police, or even the Chinese embassy.

But I'm afraid, I'm afraid that MK Group has ties to these official organizations, and MK can forge a top student certificate for me so quickly, which is enough to confirm that they have an official background.

I can't take any chances, and if they get caught, they'll never have a chance to go back home.

And, now there is a very serious and real problem.

I have no money, not even money for gas!

The car didn't have enough fuel to drive to San Francisco, and I had to refuel halfway, but I didn't have the money.

I didn't have cash, and I couldn't use the money in my own card because I was dead and my phone was thrown away. Now I am a Jew named Quinsi, the dead dagger man.

That's why I asked him for a lot of information.

Wang Yu died in the assassination, and the dagger man survived and escaped, what a reasonable explanation?

While I was thinking about money, the dagger man's phone rang, and it was a text message.

"What an underestimate of you! Actually asked you to kill Rondo, and the money has already been credited to your bank card. The group also gave you a one-month trip to Hawaii, a passport and some cash in a security car with a license plate number of ...... in the underground garage in the west of the city."

When I was really sleepy, someone sent me a pillow and was happy.

The so-called security car is a joint point in their transaction.

At this time, another text message came, which was a reminder from the bank that a large amount of winnings had been transferred to the bank account of the dagger man, which showed that they were confused by me.

I didn't hesitate, I turned straight and headed west of the city, I was very happy at the time, but I didn't know that death was slowly approaching! No! It should be that I am slowly approaching death.

Soon I arrived at the underground parking lot, and I didn't rush in, just waited at the door, thinking of a safer way to get the package.

Because I don't know if I'm exposed or not, and if they use these things to catch me, it's over.

I must be cautious and cautious, and I must not lose the big because of the small.

Tap your index finger on the steering wheel, what is the safest way?

Suddenly, I saw a homeless man, sleeping under a concrete bridge in front of the parking lot.

With an idea, I took a few pieces of change from the car, threw them in the homeless man's rice bowl, and then, pretending to answer the phone, I said in a loud voice, "Where did you put the money?" In the car? Is the car locked? No? No way! The license plate number is ...... Oh! I know! ”

I deliberately repeated the license plate number, and waited until I saw the homeless man's cloudy eyes light up before leaving.

As I walked, I answered the phone again, and the actor was possessed again.

"What? In such a hurry? Good! Good! I'll rush back immediately, if I don't take the money first, it should be fine, who would have thought that it would be hidden in that kind of place? ”

Pretending to hang up the phone, I drove around the parking lot, and by the time I got back to where I was, the homeless man was gone.

The corners of my mouth hooked, and I waited quietly for him to help me get my things out.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for him to run out with a black package in his arms.

I started the car and crashed into it.

My mastery of cars was specially trained on Alcatraz Island, and although I couldn't compete with a super racer like Schumacher, I was also a professional one, and I could use precise oil release and braking to hit him without killing him.

Bang!

He was knocked into the air and fell to the side of the road.

I quickly got out of the car, grabbed the black package, and was about to get into the car when a black gun was pointed at my head.

I scolded myself for being stupid and acting rashly without seeing the face of the homeless man.

In fact, when I hit him, I was also guarding against other people's disguises, I even thought of such a small detail, but I was still pointed at the gun, MK Group is really difficult!

"I'm really curious." The person who came was a short black man like a homeless man, smiled, his teeth were very white, and said, "You don't take so many bonuses, you know how to run?" ”

I ignored him, thinking about how I could get the gun at such a close distance and knock him down.

He seemed to understand my intentions, and beckoned back, and a black jeep drove out of the parking lot, which is the kind of jeep that the FBI often drives in American dramas.

I was in despair, I had a hard time dealing with it alone, and now there is another car!

"It's all said that Chinese is very smart, but I think you are an exception, you are clearly stupid......" He didn't say a stupid word yet, bang! And the body flew up.

A military jeep knocked him into the air, and this crash was not like me, which directly knocked his head down, and he couldn't die anymore.

The occupants of the car took out their submachine guns and started firing at the people in the black jeep!

Bang bang bang!

Bullets are flying like rain!

As soon as my head was lowered, a tactic rolled, opened the car door, started the car and ran, buddy didn't even have a gun, so he went first!

I drove far before I looked back and saw a small mushroom cloud rising and the military jeep blown away.

It seems that the people who saved me didn't fight the MK group.

But there is nothing to blame, people's cars are bulletproof, while military jeeps are open-top, and the winner is immediately distinguished.

I'm a little sad, but more curious.

Although I was in a hurry, at a glance, I recognized those people as Rondo's people.

Why should they save me?

I am the culprit who killed their leader!

And the guys at MK, how do they know I'm not dead? The money was all sent, and the text messages were sent, they were clearly deceived by me, why did they suddenly kill them?

Is it all about fishing me?

But how do they know I'm alive?

You must know that I went deep into the Rondo Villa, and many killers also infiltrated, all of them died, and all of them couldn't get through to the mobile phone, only the dagger man could get through.

And the bonus was also beaten, indicating that they also knew that only the dagger man was alive.

The dagger man is the final victor!

You must know that Rondo's subordinates are extremely loyal, even if Rondo dies, and Miss, they will definitely avenge their leader and will not reveal the situation of the villa!

Can......

The people of the MK Group still saw through all this.

Why?

My brain was slimy, and I couldn't figure it out.

Do I have a tracker or something? Impossible! My clothes were given to me by Lao Deng, taken out of his son's dusty closet, how could there be a tracker?

Just as I was pondering the trick, the black jeep caught up.

I glanced in the rearview mirror and picked up the only thing I had to rely on now.

This kind of FBI jeep has excellent performance, and it is specially made for high-speed pursuit and running, and my civilian car can't run at all.

Soon, the jeep was parallel to me.

The jeep glass was lowered, and a miniature submachine gun was pointed at me, and the black man with black sunglasses moved his fingers impatiently to let me lower the glass.

I took a deep breath and the glass slowly lowered.

When they saw my oriental face, they said without bragging that it was their last impression of the world.

Because, I threw out a grenade.

I deliberately delayed the throw by two seconds, which means that they only had a second, or even less time to react.

The moment I threw it, I braked, and the car was a big step behind, but the shock wave of the explosion still made my car crooked and flew off the road, but fortunately, there were plains all around, but whenever there was an impact point, I would be killed because the speed was too fast.

The high-explosive grenade exploded inside the jeep, directly blowing off the roof of the car, and instantly turned into a convertible.

This is probably the fastest and most brutal way to modify a car in the world.

The jeep crashed into the concrete pier, and the people in the whole car were completely wiped out.!

Because grenades saved my life many times, I became so addicted to this art of instant destruction that my nemesis gave me the nickname: Explosion King!

Wang is both a surname and a noble title.