First a George Patton SUV passed, then a Unimog SUV, followed by several more cars whizzing out from behind, leaving his car behind him in an instant, Maricho punched the instrument panel in front of him, and roared: "! Buano, bastard, what do they want to do? ”

Because of the needs of their work, CIA agents and agents need to go in and out of various occasions and deal with all kinds of people, so Buano and others appeared and were recognized by Maricho's agents. Bayi Middle School? Wen???. At the level of Maricho and the others, they still can't get in touch with the mysterious Shen'an Society, and as a result, the golden white young woman and her subordinates are also classified by Maricho as Buano's gang, and in Maricho's heart, Buano suddenly became extremely evil.

"Head, we shouldn't be driving bulletproof cars," said one of Maricho's men.

"What did you say?" Maricho turned around and asked, his eyes filled with anger.

The men shrugged and shut up. Degree is the death hole of bulletproof cars, and Maricho is afraid of death, so he specially requisitioned a bulletproof car. In this way, his safety seemed to be assured, but he was also disqualified from chasing the black sedan.

A red convertible Ferrari was speeding over, Maricho was in a bad mood, his eyes were over, and he was stunned when he saw the boss with a pair of sunglasses, and the Ferrari had galloped away.

"Gabriel likes to wear toad glasses?" He seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to ask the men around him. After the driver answered in the affirmative, his eyes narrowed and he said, "But he's wearing a beige trench coat." ”

Again, the driver replied in the affirmative. Maricho touched his nose and said, "Maybe I'm dazzled, the guy who drove a Ferrari just now, I actually thought he was Gabriel." ”

The black sedan was running wildly in front, followed by a row of luxury cars or modified cars, this scene stunned many passers-by along the way. Then, a mournful siren sounded, and four police cars joined the chase one after another. Half an hour later, at a fork in the road, the black sedan was forced to stop, and at the exclamation of a female pedestrian, several of Buano's men jumped out of the car and fired wildly at the black sedan with their ******.

When the golden-white young woman stepped out of the Unimog SUV, the black sedan had already been beaten and burned, she was stunned, and then her brows tightened, and her eyes rolled, and she realized that something was wrong.

Buano in George Patton's off-road vehicle also sensed that something was wrong at this time, he took out the walkie-talkie, pressed and held the send button and said, "Fooled!" Remove! ”

Buano and the golden white young woman gathered as quickly as they could, and when Maricho arrived at the scene, he saw several policemen pulling up a cordon, and several of his men were arguing with an officer with ugly faces.

"Confirmed it's a 9 of spades?" He got out of the car, walked over to the black sedan that had been turned into scrap metal, and asked.

The CIA agent who arrived first had already made a report to him, but what he couldn't figure out was that the 9 of spades had a water in his brain, otherwise, why didn't he reply to his question, and insisted on fleeing all the way west.

Because the police wanted to take pictures for archiving, the 9 of spades was still sitting crookedly in the car and was not carried out. At the same time, it was bombarded by three or four ****** at close range, which was Lang Zhan, and it was estimated that it would be difficult to be spared, and the 9 of spades was naturally difficult to be lucky. The body armor on his body was torn, the flesh and blood on his face were blurred, and his two eyes were bulging out.

The 9 of spades did die unjustly, because he didn't know when he was hit, and before he could regain his senses, several of Buano's men came up with a few shots ****** -

"It's him," one agent replied.

"Just him?"

"He's the only one."

"Didn't anyone get off the bus?"

"I don't see it."

"He~~!"

Maricho would never have imagined that he had twice brushed shoulders with Lang Zhan. That's right, at the beginning, Lang Zhan was indeed in the black car, but halfway through, he suddenly opened the door and jumped into a convertible Ferrari. That is, there is no surveillance video, otherwise, if it is seen by the director or producer of Seven, they will be shocked and immediately have the idea of shooting Eight immediately. In fact, Lang Zhan went from opening the car door to jumping on the red Ferrari speeding on the opposite side, and then putting the beautiful Morton down at his feet, all this was too perfect and too thrilling. In film industry terms, this montage alone is enough to earn enough eyeballs and ensure that the film is a big hit.

The world is so big, and the world is so coincidental. Molton, who can barely be regarded as Queana's best friend, the only heir of the Molton International Hotel Group, the reason why she took the initiative to befriend Queanna in the first place was because of the yellow and white scars. In the underworld, Gabriel was in the limelight, and Morton had her own channels to get first-hand fresh information, so her already indifferent mind became active again. Let's think of her as a young and wealthy girl who likes to be rebellious, exciting, cool and responsive, arrogant and domineering - such a Morton is curious about Lang Zhan, who has set off a lot of waves in the United States by himself, and even wants to take the initiative to get a glimpse of it. It's just that she would never have dreamed that her first meeting with Lang Zhan would be like this.

A dark shadow jumped over, and before she could react, the person had already taken off into the air and fell into the passenger seat. "Hey—" She screamed in pain, her mouth blocked by something, and the word "yo" was choked in her throat.

For Moulton, this is really a "unique" experience - she wants to be beautiful and have a figure, which man doesn't have his eyes shining when he sees it, and then the hooligan immediately becomes a gentleman, and a gentleman is immediately upgraded to a beautiful son? When did a man give him a little less look, threw her to the ground, and stepped on her face with his shoes?

"Borrow the car, I didn't mean to hurt you," Lang Zhan held the steering wheel with his right hand, and his left hand reached in from behind her to grab ~ the gear handle, and stepped on it with his right foot.

"Hmm-" Morton grabbed ~ Lang Zhan's little ~ leg with both hands, pulled it hard, and kicked him upside down with both feet.

Lang Zhan's eyes rolled, and his left hand pressed on an acupuncture point on the back of her head, knocking her out in the first place. Then, he pulled the trench coat on his body directly to his waist.

A few minutes later, as the Ferrari drove through a strip of tape, Morton woke up in a violent tremor of the body.

"He~~, do you know who Miss Ben is? I'm so big that no one has dared to put a shoe in my mouth—Bah-" After struggling to sit up, she reached for the pistol strapped to her abdomen, her eyes glaring.

The sole heir of the Moulton International Hotel has never been a good stubble, a man's dirty feet, no, dirty shoes, actually dare to step on her mouth, is unbearable.

The cars she was tracking had already been taken away by the black sedan, so Lang Zhan didn't do anything to her. Without looking at her, he said, "If I were you, I would sit honestly." Because it would be very unwise to provoke me. ”

Morton leaned against the right door, her right hand had already raised her pistol, but after seeing Lang Zhan's side face clearly, she blinked, and the color on her face completely turned into surprise, exclaiming: "You, you are Gabriel?!" Oh God! ”

Lang Zhan frowned slightly, turned his head to look at her, and asked, "Do you know me?" ”

"Of course, you, you're a celebrity now. You, how did you get in the car just now? It's amazing, my car doesn't drive slowly! Morton said, his cheeks flushed.

I have to say that this kind of chance encounter that only appears in movies or even books is very exciting, but it is quite in line with Morton's way of doing things.

Lang Zhan kept his mouth shut. He's not in the mood or interested in gagping with a strange pretty chick. Three groups of unknown forces targeted them, and dared to hunt them down openly, which undoubtedly increased the difficulty for them to go to the country of Ename. He didn't mind another shocking square incident, the problem was that Queana couldn't afford to wait.

"Hey, can you take your sunglasses off? Oh, I see, are you running for your life? I just saw the CIA's car—"

"Miss, you are now my hostage," Lang Zhan reminded him, a little unable to bear her chatter.

"I'm not a bad person, isn't Gabriel punishing evil and fighting violence, specifically dealing with evil forces?" Morton fluttered his long eyelashes and said.

Lang Zhan suddenly felt a little sore in his teeth. He turned his head to look at Moulton, the corners of his mouth deliberately grinned, and said: "You say a little less, I also specialize in robbing the rich and helping the poor, and those who can afford to drive a Ferrari are definitely not poor, maybe, I can exchange you for tens of millions." ”

Morton blinked his eyes, deliberately naïve, and said, "Only tens of millions? How can this be worthy of my identity, at least 100 million. No, perhaps, three hundred million is more appropriate. Gabriel, can we have a discussion? You extort 500 million, and then we split half - then you six and I four? ”

Morton was settling the accounts there, but Lang Zhan was extremely big. Finally, when he couldn't bear it anymore, he shouted: "Shut up! Believe it or not, I'm throwing you down? ”

"Ahh Morton screamed, leaned his back against the car door, blinked, and looked at him pitifully.

"Nima!" With a groan in his heart~ groan, Lang Zhan drove with his head bored.

Soon, at the door of the villa opposite Nina's ancestral house, Lang Zhan stopped the car steadily, and Tmall, who was carrying a pistol, walked out with Cole and Nina.

"For so long? Hey, you're Moulton? When Lynx saw Moulton, she exclaimed, and then she looked at Lang Zhan and then at Moulton, with a puzzled expression: "Why are you together?" ”

Lang Zhan had already gotten out of the car at this time, and he said, "Why are you asking so much?" Then he said to Moulton, "Mademoiselle, you are free." ”

Moulton's Ferrari was two convertibles, but there were four of them.

"How can we get there without a car?" Tmall: "If the CIA calls up satellite surveillance, we won't be able to run at all." ”

"Find another way, get out of here first!" Lang Zhan said.

"I have a way," Morton said suddenly.

The crowd looked at her. Morton looked at Lang Zhan and said, "I can ask someone to send a car over and arrive in ten minutes." I have one condition, though. ”

Lang Zhan's brows frowned slightly, and Tmall: "You say you say." ”

Moulton rolled his eyes, and wanted to ask Gabriel to step on my mouth with his foot, but his mouth was wide open, but it became: "Help me race in the future, your car is very good." ”

If Devil No. 1 is here, he will probably be so shocked that his eyes will fall out when he hears this. Lang Zhan's car is driving great? So what's going on with Lao Tzu's modified Humvee? It had its own long ~ legs and crashed into Lang Zhan's car?

"I agreed for him! Gabriel, we're running out of time! Tmall said.

Lang Zhan pursed his lips and said that he should inherit it.