The two sharp cries that almost punctured the eardrums were the sound of bullets piercing through the glass, and two large cobwebs cracked on the right window.

Fortunately, the bullet did not penetrate the glass and flew somewhere.

Shen Beichuan's face was terrifying, and his ink eyes were shining in the sun.

These people!

Dare to count him in broad daylight!

Hehe......

He didn't dare to let Nan Xin know, for fear that the bullet that didn't have long eyes would fall on Nan Xin, so he could only hold her and press her head down.

Dangdang......

After a few more sounds, Nan Xin was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, but his hand blindly touched it randomly: "What's the matter?" Was it a car accident? ”

I can't see with my eyes, and I have listened carefully with my ears for a long time, but I haven't heard what kind of sound it is.

Nanxin couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

The two bent over in the back row, and Shen Beichuan looked for weapons while observing the road conditions.

"Get on your stomach, don't move!"

As soon as the words fell, there was another loud "bang".

The shock hurt people's eardrums.

Nan Xin was terrified, huddled in the corner, covering his ears tightly, trying to reduce his sense of presence.

Needless to say, even if she couldn't see it, she could guess that she was in danger.

How could anyone deal with Shen Beichuan like this?

After a few deafening loud bangs, everything was calm.

Shen Beichuan glanced at Zhang Song through the rearview mirror, and the latter immediately understood what he meant, raised the speed of the car to the highest speed, and went on a rampage all the way to kill him.

After the black Bentley Mulsanne left, several inconspicuous black cars stopped, and a group of people walked out.

Someone yelled: "Fuck! Let Shen Beichuan run away! ”

One of them smiled slightly: "If you can run, the monk can't run the temple!" Next time he won't be so lucky! ”

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Zhang Song drove the car, going around and around, and after making sure that no one was following, he drove the car into Shen Yuan.

After the car stopped, the panicked Nanxin climbed down from the car and had palpitations.

I obviously had a stomach full of questions to ask him, but I couldn't say anything.

There is a strong smell of blood on the tip of the nose.

Nan Xin was stunned, and his face subconsciously looked in the direction of Shen Beichuan: "What's wrong with you?" Is it hurt? ”

The smell of blood was so heavy, she should have thought of it a long time ago.

When Zhang Song heard her words, he hurriedly opened the car door on the other side and looked at Shen Beichuan, who was pale: "Sir, are you injured?" ”

"I'll call Lin Yue over right away."

Shen Beichuan's face was blue and white, his eyes were full of gloom, and he glanced at Zhang Song, signaling him to send Nanxin in first, and then take care of himself.

He tightly pinched the wound on his left arm, trying to make the blood flow slower: "Small injury, don't get in the way!" ”

Zhang Song understood and immediately came to Nanxin: "Madam, sir, I will send you back to the room." ”

It seems that Mr. is not lightly injured.

If it is left in normal times, how can it be injured with the skills of a gentleman?

Unless......

To save my wife's injuries!

Nan Xin couldn't see it, stretched out his hands, pushed Zhang Song's hand away, and groped his way towards the carriage: "I don't!" ”

Shen Beichuan was injured, how could she not be in a hurry!

Zhang Song looked at Shen Beichuan a little helplessly, the latter was expressionless, and his dark eyes were so heavy that they were almost dripping ink.

Nanxin fumbled for a while, and finally touched his body, followed the smell of blood, and soon felt the viscous warm liquid with his hands.

"You're wounded, bleeding!"