Because it was a weekend, there were not too many cars on the road, and the cars were moving in an orderly manner.

The red light turns on, the straight car stops, and the black Bentley merges into the right lane and slowly turns right.

Turn right and go about two kilometers ahead to Renxin Private Hospital, where the physical examination of the old man will be carried out.

A large card suddenly picked up speed and slammed straight into the back seat of the black Bentley.

Boom!

There was a loud bang, and it shook the earth.

The black Bentley was pushed several meters by the truck and hit the wall on the side of the road.

With the sound of car horns around them, pedestrians on the side of the road screamed and fled.

The truck driver didn't stop, still pressing the accelerator.

It wasn't until he squeezed the black Bentley out of shape that he let go of the accelerator, pulled off his seat belt, pushed the door and jumped out of the car.

Without checking on the damage to the black Bentley, he turned and rushed into the driveway.

A white van stopped beside him screaming, and the man pulled the door open and slipped neatly into the back seat.

The white van sped forward, and the man ripped off his sweatshirt and hat on his head, and took out his phone to send a message.

The content of the information is extremely simple, just one word.

“OVER！”

After sending the text message, the truck driver hung up the phone, leaned back in the chair, and ripped off the disguised glasses on his face.

The man's facial features were deep, and a pair of blue eyes flashed with coldness, obviously of Caucasian blood.

The white van turned to the right and turned to a fork in the road.

The killer, disguised as a truck driver, took the water from the car, unscrewed the bottle cap and brought it to his lips.

Just after pouring a mouthful of water into his mouth, an off-road vehicle suddenly rushed down and slammed into the butt of the van, squeezing the van against the railing.

"Ahem!" The killer choked and coughed, angrily throwing the water bottle aside, "Let him move the car out of the way!" ”

The driver of the car pulled open the door, jumped down, and frowned at the tall man who jumped out of the SUV behind.

"How the fuck do you drive, you don't have eyes?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just got a phone call." The tall man clenched his fist at him, "Look...... Did we call the police or ......"

As he spoke, he walked up to the driver.

"Report your ......"

Before the driver could curse a swear word, the tall man had already stepped forward and smashed his side ribs with a fist, and the subtle crisp sound was the sound of bones breaking.

The driver snorted and lifted his face while holding his stomach.

Under the hole of the man's lowered baseball cap, his handsome and delicate face, a pair of inky eyes, gloomy as a cold night.

"Emperor ......"

Before the other party could call out his name, Emperor Lin had already raised his right knee and kicked it over, slamming it on the opponent's forehead.

The back of the head hit the car and the driver fainted on the spot.

The killer in the back seat noticed that something was wrong, leaned over and pulled the car door, and jumped out of the car as fast as he could.

Emperor Lin flew up and jumped through the car door to chase after him.

The killer sprinted all the way through the driveway, pulled out the driver of a car parked on the side of the road, jumped into the car and turned onto the lane.

Emperor Lin turned around and came back, jumped into the car and chased after him.

A pair of eyes stared at the car in front of him, and he said in a deep voice: "Opposite the Seven Days Supermarket on Center Street, one fainted." ”

"Roger!" In the headphones was Lu Wenqing's voice, "Mr. Emperor, ...... you now"

"I'm chasing the other one."

Emperor Lin slammed the steering wheel and turned the car into the road on the left.

The killer ran wildly, and the car drove through the lane like a crazy horse.