8:43 p.m. Tommy drives the van and prepares to go back to church.

Luckily, it's a big truck, and there's a recliner behind the driver's seat for rest.

Chris was lying on it right now, his chest heaving like a bellows.

Even though she had escaped the chase for five or six minutes, she still did not relent.

Mountbatten was better, he was editing text messages, as if he were passing a message to someone.

Tommy didn't care about that, he just got the order to pick people up.

After receiving someone, it is not something he should think about.

For some reason, Tommy feels like the city has completely changed.

These inexplicable words were broadcast on the car radio, as if it were the broadcast of a football game.

The host's voice is very passionate and infectious, as if he is not explaining a game, but performing a talk show for the audience.

Monroe couldn't help but think that if the commentator of Huaxia football had this skill, even if the Huaxia football team was bad, someone would buy a ticket to watch it.

Oh, the topic is a bit off the rails, the city is starting to get out of the ordinary, some inexplicable people are appearing on the streets, they are not those gangsters who don't know anything, but some ordinary people!

He saw a woman with a child crossing the street with a child in her arms, and a boy who looked like a high school student took a girl by the hand and walked down the street.

What these people have in common is wearing a pair of contact lenses that glow white.

In Tommy's field of vision, these people were marked with bounty prices.

I guess like those gangsters, involved in a special event. Tommy had no idea that these people had a contract with the Freedom Day Management Association, and they had to leave their homes on Freedom Day, for which the Freedom Day Management Association paid each of them $1,000!

If you default, the liquidated damages will be as high as 10,000 US dollars, and those who are unable to repay will be directly sued and sent to prison.

"Let's see if Lady Luck will favor these poor creatures, will she be forced to die by poverty, or will she be bold enough to gamble on everything for a future?" A man of Tianzhu descent pointed at the big screen and shouted wildly.

"Well, who is he?" Anna frowned, disgusted by the man's impolite behavior.

Yushchenko glanced in that direction and said casually: "Frog Singh, a tenan monkey, the president of a large technology company in Silicon Valley, he has been under too much pressure recently, and his boss bought him a ticket here to relax." ”

"Don't worry, dear Anna, he's just a high-level worker, and he wouldn't even be able to get through here without his boss!"

He comforted his friend, even though he didn't raise his head, all his attention was on the tablet in his hand.

On the tablet, Chris was marked as the highest bounty target, a billion dollars!

Some of the impatient guys have already rushed in that direction, including No. 5 Madison, who shocked everyone with his wonderful performance before, and everyone wondered if Andrew had given him something awesome?

In fact, doping or similar drugs are not prohibited in this kind of competition, and some crazy competitors will even transform themselves into painless, powerful fighting machines.

Anna wonders which contestant she should bet on?

Today, her family did not come for something, and she was the only one who came here to attend this party on behalf of her family.

Due to some troubles in China, their family did not attach much importance to this competition, so it was handed over to a junior like her to participate.

Even the players who were raised by their families did not participate in this competition.

"Yushchenko, which one do you think I should bet on?" Somewhat hesitant, she asked her friend.

"The top 10 are refusals to bet, and among the next players, you can bet on whichever one you know better." Yushchenko didn't give any good advice.

The contestants sent by their family were purely a make-up number, and to let Anna put the money on him was to throw the money into the water.

"Then I'll press number 2981." Anna's little mouth gnawed at her nails and she thought for a while before she came up with the answer.

Number 2981, who is that? Yushchenko, who was about to drink a glass of red wine, suddenly coughed violently and squirted the wine out of his mouth.

Isn't number 2981 the contestant in trigger mode?

What's the difference between putting money on him and throwing it in the water?

I knew that I had just let her bet on her own player's body, so that she could still hear a sound, and she pressed on 2981, and there was not even a sound.

"Do you want to think again?" As a friend, Yushchenko felt that he should do his duty as a friend and persuade the hot-headed Anna.

But sometimes women recognize one thing and are very stubborn.

She bet $6 million on No. 2981.

Seeing that the matter was a foregone conclusion, Yushchenko couldn't say anything, so he could only drink silently.

"Look, our Player 2981 is about to return to his spawn point with a $1 billion bounty goal, but he doesn't know there's a big gift waiting for them!"

The host of the live broadcast did his best to show off his ability and constantly aroused the curiosity of the audience.

A wealthy man in the audience quietly transferred $1 million to the account of the host on stage.

On the big screen, Tommy drives his delivery van back to the church, which is full of people, as if everyone is back, and Tommy is left.

He parked his car and prepared to go down and knock on the door.

Chris was still slumped in the back seat, and with Mountbatten's help, it seemed that it would be a while before they could walk into the church on their own.

Tommy stood in front of the church, and the solemn atmosphere made him involuntarily stop, straighten his clothes, and adjust the position of the holster under his armpit.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, a violent explosion rang out.

Tommy was knocked out of the door panel by the blast.

He slid close to the ground for four or five meters, and the door panel was full of various pieces of iron, and it seemed that more than one fragment had exploded behind the door**.

The guy Mountbatten stuffed Chris, who was about to get out of the car, back into the driver's seat, and drove away.

Completely ignoring Tommy lying on the ground.

There was a round of applause, and a petite blonde woman walked out of the side door of the church.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to stop at the last minute.

It's a shame I didn't blow you up directly. The woman looked down at Tommy, who was lying on the ground and still had no breath.

"What do you mean?"

"There is a ** set up inside the church, and the detonation button is in my hand.

But I can't see the scene outside, and I can only judge your position by the sound of footsteps.

Originally, you were about to push open the door when you stood in front of the door, but I didn't expect you to stop at the last moment!

This door has saved your life! The woman regretted that her trap did not kill the enemy in one blow.