The roar of the motor gradually increased in the pilot's ears, and the small motorcycle behind him crashed towards him with full power and madness. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If this is realized, a life on the spot will have to be removed!

[He's it, if Lao Tzu doesn't show his hands, you still have to fight Lao Tzu to the end? ... Grass! 】

The pilot had already held his breath, and was worried about getting out of breath, so he continued to leap forward two steps to unload his inertia, and suddenly turned around and rushed towards the small motorcycle!

The two bastards on the motorcycle were driving with a frantic face, and for the pilot's behavior, it could be seen that there was a moment of consternation in their eyes, which was replaced by mockery.

I don't have time to think too much, because I'm about to collide when I see them!

The pilot jumped sideways and landed his feet on the motorcyclist's chest under the contemptuous and crazy eyes of the two bastards.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, the pilot's face was full of determination, and the eyes of the two bastards were full of contempt and madness.

The next moment-

Burst!

Yes!

The motorcyclist felt like he had been hit hard in the chest, and he exhaled a breath, and his hands directly and unconsciously let go of the handlebars, and he fell to the ground with the bastard who was screaming in the back seat, making two thuds.

The out-of-control motorcycle carried out the last of its users' will, and like a wild horse on the loose, it surged forward several meters away, and fell to the side of the road with a clatter, completing its mission.

Knock-knock-knock-

After landing, the pilot stumbled and fell two steps, gasped for two seconds, and ran with the remaining strength in his body.

The biggest obstacle has been removed, and whether you can safely see the sun tomorrow depends on the last 300 meters away!

The factory is already close at hand, and if you look closely, you can even see that there are many people in the factory.

The pilot now has only one thought, hurry, hurry!

Behind him was a large group of thugs who were like wolves and carrying machetes and iron rods!

The dozen or so people who followed the pilot took advantage of Fang Cai's efforts to instantly close the distance of more than ten meters, and now the two sides are only about ten meters apart.

It only takes one sprint for the dozen thugs to be able to catch the pilot and avenge their male brother.

However, after all, they were powerless, and these dozen people also followed behind the pilot with this breath, and they didn't expect the pilot to run so well!

This is the first person to run in front of their eyes for so long, and the first person to make such a mess for their group.

So, this group of people has another layer of hatred for pilots.

Except for the initial shouts of 'stop', 'stop' and all sorts of threats from the gangsters, no one has spoken anymore.

The pilots held their breath, and they didn't hold a bad breath in their chests one by one!

Oh, it's strange to say, this group of evil people still feel that they have been wronged, and they are sulking and angry, what is the reason?

Just because the others didn't do what they wanted, making them feel unhappy and unhappy, this group of people took over the reason!

Of course, that's just the idea of these gangsters, or how can they just be gangsters.

If the speed of the dozen or so people running over this way slows down, it will be a dream to catch up with the pilot again.

None of the two bastards lying on the ground screaming in pain took care of them, so they let them lie there and recover on their own, and it was no big deal anyway.

Although the pilot was already running as hard as he could, he was slightly injured and after a short period of intense exertion, it was obvious that his steps were a little vague and his speed was gradually slowing down.

This process is slow but fast, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten seconds have passed, and the pilot has led more than 100 meters, but there are only more than 10 meters left between the two sides!

The distance of more than ten meters means that as long as the pilot can't breathe and pauses slightly, he will fall into the hands of these gangsters.

What will happen to them, the pilots know very well: it will not be a good end.

The pilot tightened his face, and he didn't notice the beads of sweat on his forehead, and he couldn't wait to fly into the sky immediately with wings!

There is no need to look back at all, the cluttered footsteps that are approaching behind him, and the occasional gasp are all reminding the pilots that if they don't run, they won't be able to run.

Call~~

Seeing that the distance was not far away, a bastard threw an iron rod and smashed it at the pilot's back.

The pilot heard the whistling sound from the wind, and his brain made a judgment in an instant, directing his body to dodge. Although the consciousness reacted, the body's reaction at this moment was a beat slower after all.

Knock -

The iron rod smashed into the pilot's lower back, causing it to bounce aside.

The guy who had just thrown the iron rod was so tired that he gasped for breath, and his speed slowed down, and he was overtaken by a dozen thugs around him.

The pilot, who was still barely running, snorted in pain, blushed, and continued to run forward with one hand covering his left waist.

This means that there is not much spare power on the iron bar, otherwise where would the pilot continue to run in one breath.

However, even if the pilot is really desperate at this moment, he can't let the gradual slowdown speed increase even a little.

A stick made a graceful arc in the air and smashed into the pilot's shin, falling to the ground with a clatter.

Smack-

The pilot snorted and threw himself forward to the ground, and before he could get up, a dozen or so men had already surrounded him in the center.

Whew~~Whew~

Not to mention anything else, these dozen or so people all gasped for breath first, recovering their exerted physical strength.

I don't know how long it has been since I have had such a violent physical exertion, and I can't mix on this land, and I still rely on two legs to go out? Now it's all four wheels to go out, okay?

After running down this time, the physical fitness of the gangsters is also clear at a glance, and there are many people who can follow.

Of course, the main thing is that the pilot can't go at full speed, otherwise, it would be very easy for the pilot to run ten kilometers with these people to warm up first!

"Boy, you're a good runner, huh? You're going to give Lao Tzu another fucking look. ”

A bastard with a big back just gasped twice, and seeing that the pilot was about to stand up, the machete in his hand slashed at his leg!

When-

The pilot propped up with one hand, flipped to his feet, avoiding the sharp blade. The knife fell to the ground, wiping out a trace of sparks.

"Hey, hey, this is a good skill, I heard that you are very good at fighting, but I don't know how many fucking you can fight now?"

A bastard in an old black suit with a middle-parted head slapped the long stick in his hand and said with a playful look in his eyes.

After saying that, he snapped his fingers with his right hand.

I saw a group of people with sticks and machetes in their hands surrounding the pilot in the center, with mockery in their eyes, all pressing towards him. )