238, the widow of the Jose family

Fords roared down winding roads, motorbikes chasing frantically behind them, AK47 rifles roaring, bullets falling on cars, on concrete roads and in the grass beside them.

Tina lost the look of a woman with her submachine gun, clutching the safety handle on the door with one hand and the seat belt with the other, her legs straight, her eyes nervously staring at the hillside or boulder that was constantly rushing in front of her. But every time, Mo Lei turned the steering wheel easily and took the off-road vehicle in the right direction.

At the foot of the hillside, the lights of the city of Barranquilla were lit up, and several laser beams in the city pierced the night sky, like several sharp blades piercing the sky.

"Tina, can you swim?"

"Huh?" Tina didn't look at Mo Lei, and she didn't even hear what Mo Lei was saying clearly. The buggy jumped over a large pothole, presumably with a stone on the left tire, and the car jumped, and Tina screamed again.

Mo Lei gave Tina a quick glance and couldn't help but want to laugh.

What kind of force made this girl murderous, and actually grabbed a submachine gun and killed herself to save herself?

"What did you say?"

The road ahead was a little smoother, and the chasing motorcycles behind them were getting farther and farther away. Tina remembered what question Mo Lei had asked herself just now. She still grabbed the safety handle with her right hand, and her left hand left the seat belt and clung to the cushion. Her eyes looked at the dashboard, which was faster at this time, and the indicator needle on it was already pointing to 110 miles, and Mo Lei was still frantically speeding up.

"It's fine!"

There was a sharp turn ahead, and the off-road vehicle almost rolled over.

Mo Lei bit his lip, his mind racing about where he could go and where he could fight back. If the motorcycle catches up and catches up to the city, I'm afraid the police will also come forward. Simply settle it in the mountains and leave calmly.

"You check the bullets."

After driving a bend again, the road ahead is getting wider and straighter, and there are already sporadic vehicles, driving on the road planted with acacia trees, looking straight ahead, there are already street lights not far away, and the lights are hidden between the leaves of the acacia trees, casting dappled lights and shadows on the ground.

"There are also 7 bullets, 15 pistols." Tina checked the submachine gun, put it on the center console, and took out the Walter P99 as well, the road gradually flattened, her right hand did not need to be hooked on the safety handle, and her mood calmed down a lot. "Mo Lei, thank you!"

"Silly." Mo Lei said a word of Chinese with a smile, and did not forget to reach out and touch Tina's head in his busy schedule. Tina's head was tilted forward, and a smile appeared on her pale face, but she was embarrassed to cover her lips with her hand at the memory of the bruise on the corner of her mouth.

"Let's go and end this."

After comforting Tina, Mo Lei suddenly braked in front, turned left, turned around and drove towards the motorcycle chasing behind, he abandoned the submachine gun, but took the Walter P99 from Tina's hand, opened the window, held the gun in his left hand, and fixed the car at about 90 miles. Tina thought for a moment, opened the right window, picked up the submachine gun and mounted.

It's close!

A motorcycle stopped, and the rider pulled out the AK from his waist and aimed at the Ford with the gunman in the back seat. Mo Lei's first bullet pierced the rider's helmet, and the second bullet entered the motorcycle's fuel tank, and the blast shook the gunman in the back seat into the air, rolling in the air and falling to the road.

The co-pilot's Tina was also shooting, and she fired a triple shot, but the bullet landed behind the motorcycle that rushed by the side of the road. The girl gritted her teeth, adjusted the muzzle of the gun, and finished firing the remaining four bullets, the motorcycle drove off the road, and a gunman fell on the concrete road and slid by inertia, and the helmet in contact with the cement road rubbed against the cement, splashing sparks.

The Ford drove past the driver without mercy.

"Close the window!" Mo Lei shouted loudly, the pistol bullets were not missing, and the gunshots were full of rhythm. After one of the next two motorcycles exploded and the rider of the other was killed, the motorcycle that lost control was hit by a sedan coming from behind.

Mo Lei put down his pistol and raised the window as well, there was still a sedan left, rushing from the opposite side, and a gunman climbed out of the skylight, and the black shadow looked like an RPG.

"Sit tight!"

The Ford roared and slammed forward, crashing into the sedan like a monster, and the two cars crashed together, and the RPG grenade slashed through the night sky with flames and flew into the field. And Mo Lei and Tina were both dizzy from the impact of the ejected airbags.

"You're crazy!" Tina muttered to herself under the airbag.

Mo Lei cut his air bag with a blade, and his chest exploded like pain! After slitting Tina's airbag open, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and whispered, "We need to change the motorcycle." ”

“…… Beware of the army. The old man said.

"Motorcycles are more adapted to the conditions of the road, and we have to avoid the army." Mo Lei looked at Tina's surprised expression and explained. He got out of the car, his feet staggered a little, his drowsy mind was blown by the cold wind and became a little clearer, and the subsidence of adrenaline made his limbs sore, and even his voice became very low.

made up a shot at the gunman who was still squirming on the ground, and Mo Lei walked over to pick up the motorcycle with vague steps: It's okay, it can still be used. But when he saw Tina almost fall when she got out of the car, he gave up his motorcycle and threw himself on it.

"What's wrong?"

"It's like a broken rib." In the faint light, Tina's face turned even paler.

Mo Lei didn't speak, picked up Tina, walked to the motorcycle, picked up the motorcycle with one hand, put Tina in the back seat, and motioned to Tina to hug his waist after stepping on the motorcycle, "It's okay, there is me." ”

Looking back at the dotted headlights on the hillside, Mo Lei started his motorcycle and rushed along the straight road towards the city.

In less than 2 minutes, several more motorcycles arrived next to the Ford. The black Land Rover also appeared within seconds of the motorcycle's arrival. A dark-skinned woman in a blue suit stepped out of the car, accompanied by a bodyguard, and looked at the Ford, pulling her curly black hair back with both hands, and turned to her car.

"Frankie, do you want to chase or not?" The bodyguard who accompanied her politely opened the car door. The woman named Frankie didn't get into the car, she stood still and pulled her suit, her tall and plump body took a step back, looked at the bodyguard next to her and asked, "What do you say?" After she finished speaking, she laughed sinisterly, and the powder on her face fell on her clothes, and the fat on her whole body was shaking.

The bodyguard was a little overwhelmed, but he was probably a small leader, so he had to give the order into the walkie-talkie, "Keep chasing." ”

Although the boss is dead, the boss's wife has always been more cruel, more ruthless, and narrow-minded than the boss, so it is better to be careful.

"Don't chase after you." Frankie patted the bodyguard next to her on the shoulder. At the time of the accident, she was locked up on another floor by Tina using José's mechanism until her bodyguards were outside listening to her instructions and opening the door step by step. However, Frankie doesn't care about her husband's life and death, the man who has long been useless lives by abuse and killing, except for José, everyone in the world actually knows that he should have died a long time ago. Now the family property is all his own.

Frankie looked at Amit, the personal bodyguard who was a little unknown for some reason, and couldn't help but put her fat hand towards the lower body of the bodyguard, and snorted softly coquettishly, "Every time they die, I have to subsidize a large amount of money, isn't it a waste?" Just leave it to someone else. ”

Goosebumps popped up all over poor Amit's body. He had never beaten the boss lady's crooked idea, and he didn't expect the sturdy boss lady to be more coquettish than a bullet.

Amit silently opened the passenger door, and sat down on her own, regardless of what the proprietress thought. The driver was still holding a pistol in his hand, but his expression relaxed a lot, probably because he heard the words of the proprietress Frankie. But he probably also saw the actions of the proprietress, so he looked at Amit's eyes with more meaning.

"Amit, give me your phone." Frankishang was immersed in joy and couldn't extricate himself, so he naturally didn't pay attention to the small movements of the two bodyguards in front of him, "Let the others come back." ”

Amit finished as requested, and then looked back at Frankie. The driver had already turned the Land Rover in place and drove back towards the lodge. Frankie got on the phone, cried a few times, and told the other party on the phone what happened, emphatically emphasizing: You must catch the woman, you have to live, as for the man, it doesn't matter if you live or die.

"Why?" The driver drove the car slowly, and he looked at Frankie in the rearview mirror with no sadness on her face, and couldn't help but ask.

"Stay for business. Idiot! Frankie pouted, "You know what that man is all about?" ”

"We're not upstairs." Amit and the driver replied in unison.

"A bunch of idiots!" Frankie seemed to wake up from the excitement and joy, and her tone lost the excitement she had just now, "Someone must know, and you will report to me when you find the news." Amit, find all the recordings in the restaurant and send them to me. By the way, let others be on standby, we need a meeting. ”

"Okay, Frankie!" Amit replied reluctantly, wondering in his mind when it would be appropriate to offer to leave.

Jose is dead, and Delis is dead. Now Cole is also dead.

The tree is falling apart, staying here to help this Frankie work? It's a terrible thing to think about.

……

More than a dozen kilometers away, Mo Lei parked his motorcycle in a dark back alley, and he helped Tina with one hand to the back of an advertising platoon with a huge bottle of Coca-Cola. His other hand dialed the mobile phone that Gao Bing had in his bag.

After the phone was connected, it rang three times, and Mo Lei hung up the phone. He ripped a few pieces of clothing from the rope on which the residents were drying, dragged Tina's hand, and disappeared into the darkness.

In the small hotel on Nomu Street, a guy who looks like a soldier has a sloppy uniform and wears a hat backwards. He hit the package in his hand with a loud bang. The guy was startled and threw the package out. The package that landed on the ground instantly ignited, and he shouted for someone to bring water and put out the fire, but when it was extinguished, everything in the package was gone.

All burned to powder.

The clock on the wall of the hotel struck the sound of punctuality, and it was already 9 o'clock that night.