Anthony sat in the car, gun in hand, nervously gasping for breath, looking at the road ahead, the darkness of the road was endless.

Calming down the beating heart, Anthony finally let out a long breath.

He put the pistol in his pocket, and the black pocket was matched with the black pistol, and the light of the night made his pocket not look so bulging.

Open the door and get out of the car.

"Hey, you really should drink less, then you can sleep here first, and I'll go in and drink a little."

Anthony said as he closed the door, wiped the blood from his body, and headed for the door.

He kept exhaling and cheering himself on.

"I'll be able to unfreeze $20,000 soon, and I'm a rich man!"

Anthony walked into the bar with his head down, ordered a high-strength vodka, and sat in his chair panting slightly, hoping that this glass of wine would kill the guy who put a gun to his head.

After only taking a sip, he choked and coughed, the wine was really strong, and his face was flushed all of a sudden, and he subconsciously touched the pistol in his pocket, but he didn't lose it.

After drinking this cup, Anthony felt that his courage had grown, but it was only one, two, three shots.

With his hands in his pockets, he firmly grasped the cold pistol.

Walking through the crowd of people twisting their buttocks, slowly walking past, their eyes becoming more and more resolute.

"Hey, damn it."

Anthony yelled at the bodyguard, a hideous smile on his face.

The bodyguard hurriedly fought, and his hands were already behind his back.

The gunshots were not so loud in the roaring music, and the bullets hit the bodyguards, shot after shot, which made Anthony a little excited.

"Die, damn it! It's a shame that you should have thought you'd have this result when you put a gun to my head. ”

Anthony laughed uncontrollably, and the somewhat unsteady pistol even fired a few shots at the wall, the sound still overpowering the music.

The women screamed in fear, and the crowd began to move.

In the chaos, Anthony kept his senses and turned to leave, the mission was done, and the damn bodyguard collapsed into the arms of the woman in the bikini, screaming and fainting in fright, blood splattered all over her body.

Running out of the bar, Anthony got into the car, wiped his face with both hands, took out his phone and looked at the amount of thaw displayed on the screen:

"$20,000 unfrozen."

Excitedly, he smashed the steering wheel with his hand a few times, and then looked out the window, many people had already run out, and the security personnel of the bar also rushed in.

Very few people would dare to make trouble in Rayla, and Anthony is one of them at this moment.

Anthony drove with dim headlights, police cars drove on dark roads, and the location became more and more remote, he did not dare to go to prosperous places, the more prosperous the more dangerous.

The car was fast and Anthony had imagined himself as a race car driver, speeding around the track, but he couldn't learn because he didn't have the money, but today Anthony feels the passion for speed.

After a long time, the car stopped on the side of the road, Anthony did not dare to continue, and there was a police car parked fifty meters away, and a police officer was standing next to the car, who was smoking a cigarette.

The safest way is to get out of the car and run away, but Anthony won't do this, this is to kill himself, and the best thing is to destroy the body.

In the car, Anthony took off the officer's clothes, put them on himself, and got out of the car and dragged him to the trunk.

Anthony took a deep breath and sat in the car and watched the road ahead slowly.

Sure enough, the officer stopped Anthony with a smile on his face and handed him a cup of coffee.

"Are you also on duty at night?"

Anthony took the coffee and nodded, "Yes, it's time to go back to bed so late." ”

"Why haven't I seen you? Are you new here? ”

The police officer looked at Anthony's face, a little unfamiliar, he had seen it himself in the police station, but he really couldn't remember the young police officer in front of him.

"yes, my name is—" Anthony glanced at his badge on the wagon, "Bass." ”

"Bass?"

The officer thought for a moment, "I've heard this name, but I've never seen me, so I didn't expect it to be a young man." He smiled and handed Anthony a cigarette.

At this moment, Anthony didn't want to rub in with this guy anymore, and if the officer in the trunk woke up, he would be in trouble.

"I need to get home early, there's someone waiting for me." Anthony smiled.

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Anthony nodded, and when he lit the engine and was about to leave, the officer saw something and hurriedly said, "Why don't you close the trunk properly." ”

The officer walked towards the trunk.

Anthony was reminded and hurriedly got out of the car: "I'll come, I'll come." "I'm afraid that he will find out that there is another person in the trunk, and that person is the real "bass"!

The police officer opened the trunk and frowned: "What are you putting behind here, why is there still a quilt, are you still sleeping in the car?" ”

Anthony held his breath, looked at the quilt spread in the trunk, and spoke calmly:

"Hehe, I like to drink, and when I get drunk, I don't go home well, so I spread a quilt here, and sleep in the car at night." Anthony chuckled.

"Yes, this is a good choice, I will sleep in the car when I go back, and see if my wife is still fierce to me." The officer laughed and helped Anthony close the trunk.

Anthony's hanging heart finally fell, and he drove away.

The car drove for a long time, and when it came to the middle of nowhere, Anthony changed his clothes and dragged Bess out of the car and threw him on the ground.

"It's not that I want to kill you, but I have to kill you, I'm really sorry, I pray for you, you'll go to God." Anthony opened fire on him, using up all the bullets.

Anthony seemed to use all his strength, slumped on the ground, lit a cigarette and smoked violently.

After smoking, Anthony regained some strength and stood up.

Then, he got oil out of the tank, poured it on him, and poured it on the car again.

The back and forth made Anthony gasp, and he was originally injured with a little gasoline, which hurt him so much that he bared his teeth.

Anthony lit a cigarette with a match, then threw the lit match on the bass, and it burned in an instant, raging with fire.

Looking at the sky-pounding flames, Anthony took a few steps back, squinted his eyes, and prayed for him.

"God bless you."

On the ground, Bes's cell phone rang, and Anthony answered it.

"Are you coming? I've already taken a shower, changed into your favorite red gauze dress, and prepared a leather whip......" Before I could finish speaking, the phone was thrown into flames by Anthony.

Anthony glanced at the flames, smoked a cigarette and turned to leave.

It is more than 20 kilometers away from home Anthony, and it is impossible to walk back, so I can only find a place to sleep first.

After walking for I don't know how long, Anthony found a small hotel, the owner was a black man, and when he saw Anthony, he was slightly stunned, and it was rare to see a white person here.

"Open a room."

Anthony touched his pocket, scattered money, and more than that.

This made the shopkeeper very impatient, and with a big hand, he grabbed the money that Anthony was still counting on the table and took away, but he didn't expect a white poor man to come.

Anthony had a disgruntled look on his face, but he didn't have a seizure, and he didn't want to have a seizure because it was intentional.

He knew that if he took out a hundred dollars, then don't think about it tonight, and those damn black men will crawl up to your bedside, smash your head little by little with their hammers, and take all the money from you, and the next day your body will be on the road, packed in a plastic bag and taken away by the doctor with a look of disgust on his face.