"Be careful!" At the same time as I exclaimed, I also heard Jiang Yinglan's scream behind me.

At the last moment, Xiao Liu's hands and feet moved together, skillfully and rapidly moving the steering wheel and lifting the handbrake, I heard a piercing friction sound, and felt that the whole body was also driven away from the center of gravity by the huge inertia.

At this time, not only Jiang Yinglan, but Tang Zhenguo and I also screamed at the same time.

With a whew, the police car slid out of an arc on the road, and with an incredible trajectory, it dodged the fatal blow of the muck truck.

"Hah! Who am I, the car god Liu Sanxun, who wants to hit me, no way! Xiao Liu roared loudly, and the green tendons on his forehead also protruded.

At this point, the speeding car chase scene in the police movie was officially staged, but it was the police car that was chased.

I looked in the rearview mirror, and the gray sedan was clutching us, and the muck truck also adjusted its direction, and after the gray car, it rolled up the dust and chased after us.

I turned my head to look at Jiang Yinglan, she had already buried her body, obviously she was aware of the current situation and followed the method I said before, to make sure that she did not get injured in the speeding chase.

"Ouyang, something flew out of the gray car!" Tang Zhenguo looked sideways at the back and said loudly. But as he spoke, I couldn't see the thing he was pointing at through the back window.

I chuckled in my heart, thinking of the wreckage of the Rolls-Royce Phantom driven by Luo Xiaofei.

I hurriedly pressed the window button, but there was no response, so I shouted, "Open the window!" ”

Xiao Liu unlocked the window, I took off my seat belt, stuck my head out and looked behind me, a small drone was slowly approaching us.

I quickly retracted my head into the car, closed the window, buckled up my seatbelt, and took a few breaths. I understand that this is a matter of life and death, and that small drone in the sky outside is a machine that can drop thermite*.

I took a look at the speed of the car, because there are a lot of vehicles on Nanbin Road, you need to dodge and overtake, and the speed is only hovering around 120 kilometers per hour. At such a speed, the drone can easily catch up, even a civilian drone can fly at a speed of 140 kilometers per hour, and it is only a matter of time before it catches up with us and launches an attack.

My brain was racing, and I came up with seven emergency responses, and after eliminating the success rates one by one, I identified the one with the highest success rate, but also the most risky.

Turning my head to look at Tang Zhenguo, I said loudly: "Zhenguo, there is a drone above us, can you take him down?" ”

Tang Zhenguo's expression was very serious, and he asked in a deep voice: "Is it the drone that blew up the Rolls-Royce?" ”

I pursed my lips and nodded.

At this time, Jiang Yinglan on the side also raised her head, her hair was scattered, her face was full of tears, and she said in a desperate and begging tone: "I don't want to die." ”

No one wants to die.

Tang Zhenguo looked into my eyes and said, "I don't want to die either." Tell me, how to fight? ”

I picked up Xiao Liu's stainless steel water cup and handed it to Tang Zhenguo, saying, "Open the skylight and use this." ”

Tang Zhenguo was surprised for a while, and then showed a smile, with a confident smile in the play.

The skylight opened, and Tang Zhenguo knelt and curled up in the back seat, staring at the sky tightly.

The fate of the four of us is now handed over to Tang Zhenguo and the stainless steel water cup in his hand. I could see that although Xiao Liu was driving the police car intently, the green tendons on his forehead were more prominent, and beads of sweat were oozing from the corners of his forehead, and his Adam's apple also moved up and down from time to time, and it seemed that he was quite nervous inside. Not to mention Jiang Yinglan, she buried her head between her legs and didn't dare to look at Tang Zhenguo at all.

But it's strange to say, the police car is driving so fast, but Tang Zhenguo actually gives me the feeling that he is absolutely stationary, and his body seems to be completely unaffected by the shaking of the body, is it my delusion?

In an instant, I saw Tang Zhenguo holding a water cup in his hand, and quickly leaned his upper body out of the sunroof, and I could only see a rapid shaking of his waist, hips and legs in the car.

At this time, Tang Zhenguo had already sat back, and the moment he just sat down, I saw the fire rushing to the sky from the back window, and heard a loud rumbling sound.

Xiao Liu rotated the police car 180 degrees in place, stopped steadily in the middle of the road, and I quickly opened the car door and rushed out.

The gray car has already rolled over on the side of the road, completely engulfed by the raging fire, and the muck truck behind it also rushed into the riverside garden next to it because of the emergency avoidance of the burning gray car, and the front of the car rushed out of the castle of the garden, crumbling, and was about to fall into the Yangtze River.

Obviously, the water cup thrown by Tang Zhenguo hit the aircraft, and the damaged aircraft hit the gray car with *, making it suffer the consequences.

"Xiao Liu, protect Secretary Jiang!" As soon as I spoke, I rushed to the crumbling muck truck, followed by Tang Zhenguo.

The front of the muck truck hung outside, and I could see a man with a flat headset, a headset, and a bloody face sitting in the cab, and I could tell from his shoulders that he was wearing a black special operations suit.

As soon as I approached Tang Zhenguo, the man in the muck truck suddenly pulled out a pistol, and before I could react, I instantly felt the air flow of bullets sliding past my ears.

Tang Zhenguo and I hurriedly rolled on the spot and hid in the flower bed on the side.

Maybe it was because the man shot and the range of movement in the cab was too large, causing the muck truck hanging by the river to lose its center of gravity. After hearing a screeching sound of metal rubbing, the front of the muck truck toppled forward, and with a 'bang', the huge muck truck slid into the Yangtze River.

Tang Zhenguo and I ran to the edge of the fort and watched the muck truck slowly sink to the bottom of the river.

Later, the police found two bodies from the burnt gray car, and on one of the bodies, three burnt cigar cigarettes were found. The cigar smoke is the Montecristo Master.

And after the muck truck was salvaged, the cab was empty, I don't know if the man who shot me before fed the fish, or escaped?

The police arrested Jiang Yinglan on charges of attempted homicide, and although she escaped the call of death, she could not escape the punishment of the law.

This is the end of the case of the Muljue Group, but there are still too many doubts that have not been solved. What was the reason for Mu Wei's suicide? Who are those mysterious killers? What is their purpose? These have become mysteries with the death of the killer who carried the cigar smoke.

A week has passed, and Tang Zhenguo and I seem to have slowly returned to our ordinary lives from the thrilling before.

Of course, we still pay special attention to the news during this time, especially the coverage of the Muljue Group.

From these news, I found out that the biggest beneficiary of the Mu Jue Group's case is indeed Mu Wei's younger brother, Mu Kui. Mu Kui has officially succeeded the chairman of the Mu Jue Group, successfully controlling the jewelry empire worth more than 20 billion US dollars.

After reading the news, Tang Zhenguo said indignantly: "Those killers are obviously invited by this Mu Kui, you look at their equipment, it is as advanced as in a science fiction movie, it must be some foreign killer organization." ”

I smiled and teased, "No matter how advanced the technology is, it can't compare to a broken water cup in your hand." ”

Tang Zhenguo 'cut' and continued to look at his phone.

At this time, my mobile phone rang, it was a call from the courier company, saying that there was my courier, and I was asked to hurry downstairs to pick it up. I wondered in my heart, I haven't shopped online recently, so I asked Tang Zhenguo, and Tang Zhenguo also shook his head.

I put on my coat and put on my flip-flops and ran out. I took a letter bag from the courier, and the courier slip pasted on it was indeed my contact information, but the sender's information was strange. The sender's name is two letters: QM. There is no address, and a company name is left: Mujue Group. I called the contact number, and it was the reception desk of the Mujue Group.

When I got home, sitting on the couch, I hadn't opened the letter bag for a long time. I have a natural precaution against inexplicable letters, because poisoning and killing people through letters has always been a common tactic of killers, and a few years ago, US President Barack Obama received a letter smeared with ricin.

However, this kind of letter has a great attraction for me, so I put on rubber gloves and a mask and slowly cut open the letter bag with scissors.

There was no poison powder found in the letter bag, only a piece of A4 paper, and the paper was made into letter paper with pencil drawn in equal parts, and the letter paper was neatly written with black carbon ink.

Dear Mr. Ouyang,

Hello. It is with trepidation and excitement that I take the liberty of writing this letter to you. I admire your talent and talent in solving the problem, especially in the case of the Moujue Group.

However, you must not know the reason for Mu Wei's death? Then I can tell you that his death can be said to have been planned by me. However, my plan was just to let him die a month early, because the hospital had determined that Mu Wei's body could not support him for a month.

I exposed the conspiracy designed by the people around Mu Wei, and Mu Wei used his suicide not only to exchange for revenge, but also for the safety of his adopted son. Of course, the most important thing is that I promised Mu Wei that I would never let the Mu Jue Group fall into the hands of Mu Kui.

I admire Mu Wei's spirit of killing people very much. But I admire you even more, Mr. Ouyang, you are the smartest person I have ever met in my life, and your cleverness has made me lose my friends again and again. So please be careful, lest you be clever and mistaken.

Finally, please say hello to Mr. Tang Zhenguo on my behalf, I am impressed by his flying knife skills.

Qu Mo.

In the lower right corner of the letter, a pencil drawing of a demon spreading its wings is drawn, and below the pattern, three blackened numbers 6 are written.

After reading this letter and seeing this familiar and strange and mysterious pattern, I couldn't calm down for a long time. Who is 'Qu Mo'? What is the purpose of him writing this letter to me? But one thing I know is that those mysterious killers are not sent by Mu Kui, but villains who are the same as the 'Demon Slayers'.

Mu Kui is in danger.

I hurriedly got in touch with Lao Lu and showed the letter to Lao Lu, who reported to his superiors and carried out the protection of Mu Kui and Mu Jue Group.

It's just that he never expected that half a month later, Mu Kui took the initiative to announce his resignation as chairman of the Mu Jue Group, and returned to the United States on the day of his resignation.

All of this made me feel incredible. Is Mu Kui's resignation related to Qu Mo? Who is this 'Qu Mo' sacred, and what kind of powerful organization does he have behind him?

Tang Zhenguo and I came to the advertising board in Gao Suntang, and looking at the distorted numbers in the lower right corner of the advertising board, I suddenly said to Tang Zhenguo: "Can your flying knife kill the devil?" ”

Tang Zhenguo put his hands in the pockets of his sportswear, looked sideways at me, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a confident and disdainful smile.