Shearer looked at the chasing police car through the rearview mirror, there was no panic in his eyes, and he said to his collaborator in the passenger seat as planned: "Hey, Joe, give them a good look!" ”

"Leave it to me!"

In the vague answer, I have long been snorted. Medicine. The high-spirited companion leaned out of the window while shouting, carrying a submachine gun.

Da-da-da-da!

The sound of submachine guns was continuous.

Police cars in hot pursuits were affected.

Even more unlucky, the driver of a police car was shot in the arm.

Bang!

Bang bang!

Although he tried his best to control it, the loss of control of his arm still caused the police car to crash directly into the police car next to him, and then triggered a chain effect.

One police car after another collided.

"Hahaha!"

"See?"

"See?"

"A perfect, grand show."

Joe let out a delirious cry, the fingers on the trigger did not let go, the muzzle of his gun kept shaking, and the bullets flew out like scattered flowers.

A sharpshooter is terrible.

But a crappy gunslinger is even more terrifying.

Because, you have no idea where he will shoot the bullet.

Joe is one such leader.

The previous drugs had already made him so energetic that he flew into the sky, and everything at this time, in his opinion, was nothing more than a fun show.

The entertainment program must be happy in order to be called a cheer.

So, when one magazine ran out, Joe immediately replaced it with a new one.

The sound of submachine guns became the only main theme in the neighborhood in the morning, and panicked shouts and painful wails became the only accompaniment.

But, Joe didn't care.

At this time, he got carried away.

So, he didn't notice the strangeness that appeared in his companion's countenance.

There is a hint of sarcasm, but also a harsh coldness.

As Joe was about to change the magazine again, the car slammed into a slam.

Syllable!

The magazine fell to the ground.

"Shearer, what are you doing?"

Joe shouted.

But his companion did not answer at all.

Instead, he turned the front of the car, aimed at the police car behind him, stomped the accelerator to death, and pressed it with a package that had been prepared long ago and was loaded with heavy objects, and Shearer jumped out of the car.

After rolling twice on the ground and only being slightly injured, Shearer didn't even look at the terrible impact behind him, and rushed to the planned convenience store.

"Get out of here!"

Bang!

The sound of gunfire was the best intimidation, and the people in the convenience store, who had already been frightened by the scene on the street, rushed out, and Shearer strode towards the back door of the convenience store.

There he prepared enough of the necessities for the escape.

Escaping from Rain City, he was full of confidence.

Shearer pushed open the back door of the convenience store and walked briskly towards the bin containing the bags of escape necessities, but the moment he opened the bin, he was stunned.

The bag hidden here is gone.

Taken away?

No!

No way!

The garbage is only cleaned up every other day, and the garbage from the convenience store is thrown in the same place at night.

And it's morning, and to put it simply, no one can find what he's hiding here.

"Are you looking for this?"

Suddenly, a low, hoarse voice sounded behind him.

"Who?!"

Shearer subconsciously turned around, and the muzzle of the gun was about to be pointed behind him, however, the speed of the person standing behind him was far beyond Shearer's imagination.

Syllable!

As soon as Shearer turned around, the gun in his hand was kicked away.

Then......

It's the shadow of the legs in the sky!

Shearer was like a boat in a storm, and under the blow after kick, it sank directly.

Bang bang bang!

Kick after kick, the sound of bones breaking and tendons was mixed with words that made Hiller puzzled.

"This kick is for my apricot mousse!"

"This kick is Christo chocolate!"

"This kick is Mango Kamalu!"

"This one is matcha red bean pie!"

"This kick is half-cooked cheese pudding!"

……

Why are they all pastry names?

Is it because I didn't pay for what I ate?

But I don't eat pastries!

Why is this happening?

With a mystery that could never be solved, Shearer fell to the ground and fell into a coma.

After giving the other party another kick in the face, Qin Ran stopped.

He carried the other party's backpack and walked towards the back street of the convenience store.

As you walk, you put your shoes, coat, and other items that might leave a flaw on your feet into a plastic bag that you have prepared in advance.

By the time he returned to the nanny van, he had reverted back to his original black T-shirt, jeans and basketball shoes.

"Drive."

After getting into the car, Qin Ran commanded directly.

"Yes, boss."

Gobor started the car without asking a word.

As an ace bodyguard, Gobauer naturally knows what to ask and what not to ask.

After driving out of this block, Qin Ran deliberately instructed Gobauer to go around a little farther before throwing the plastic bag in his hand and the other party's cloth bag into the trash.

There were a lot of coins in that cloth bag, even if he knew that it should be clean, but it was useless to Qin Ran, and there was no burden to throw it away.

When Qin Ran returned to the café again, Litton. Lesti had already left with her bodyguards.

"All the best."

"Where have you been?"

Eckerd gestured to Qin Ran, and then asked casually.

"Go out for a walk."

Qin Ran replied quietly.

"I thought you'd go get in trouble with those gunmen!"

Eckerd joked.

"Trouble with them?"

"No, I'm not going to trouble them."

Qin Ran said very seriously.

I'm going to sanction.

After silently adding a sentence in his heart, Qin Ran leaned into the chair and closed his eyes.

Eckerd, who had already roughly figured out Qin Ran's habits, naturally closed his mouth at this time, and in the same way, the other party, who was already tired and frightened just now, also needed to rest and replenish his strength.

Only the makeup artist is quite energetic.

His eyes widened and he quietly looked at Qin Ran.

He always felt that Qin Ran was a little insincere.

"He must have lied."

The makeup artist who has been in contact with the actor for a long time guessed with great certainty, but that's it, do you want him to question Qin Ran?

He didn't have the guts yet.

……

At this time, Lin An, who had blood on his forehead, rushed to the back alley of the convenience store.

At a glance, the middle-aged officer saw the bastard who was not human.

Following Lin An, the policemen, who were already extremely angry, saw the people on the ground...... Let's put it this way, after all, the person in front of you can barely see the original face except for the shape of a person.

"He was trampled on by an elephant?"

"No, no."

"It looks more like being hit by a rhino."

"Miserable!"

"It's miserable!"

……

The low voice of his colleagues made Lin An frown.

Inexplicably, a picture of a person appeared in his mind.

There is no evidence.

But it just appeared.

"Call an ambulance!"

"And ......"

"Check the three neighborhoods!"

The middle-aged police officer commanded.

Then, he turned and ran towards the police car.

Something needed to be confirmed.

And, the sooner the better.