Sun Wukong just got out of the car from the seat with Betsy in his arms, and the car was hit by the vehicle that caused the accident and hit the middle of the intersection.

At this time, a heavy goods vehicle was speeding from the green light at the intersection.

Collapse!

Like a bulldozer, the heavy truck crushed and pushed Betsy's suV out like a garbage can, with a huge creepy crash and grinding sound.

The suV was violently deformed, compressed, crumpled, and cracked, and by the time it stopped, it had completely turned into a mass of smoking, torn steel and plastic garbage.

Because of two sudden car accidents, the 66 vehicles on the intersection all braked urgently, and all of a sudden, caused a large number of rear-end collisions, and there were piercing collisions, angry scolding and cries everywhere.

In just over twenty seconds, it spread into a messy and huge car accident scene.

Holding Betsy in a coma, Sun Wukong had already run to the side of the road, and when he looked up, he saw a thin black man running down from the car that had deliberately hit them.

The black man, wearing a black trench coat and a low-pressed peaked cap, got out of the car, shook his head, and walked straight towards Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong noticed that the black man's right hand was in the coat pocket of the trench coat, bulging with what was obviously a weapon, and it was most likely a pistol.

Seeing the black man getting closer and closer, Sun Wukong hurriedly squatted down and hid behind a car.

If he was attacked alone, of course, he could rush out and fight without any scruples, but now that he was still holding his unconscious relatives in his arms, he couldn't help but have some scruples.

He glanced down at Bessie, saw that her eyes were closed, her face was pale, her lips were blue, and the blood on her forehead had flowed to her cheeks, and he raised his hand to wipe the blood that was about to flow into her eyes with his sleeve, and then called softly, "Aunt Bessie", but received no response.

As his brow furrowed slightly, several thoughts flashed through his mind.

Quickly and gently sat Betsy on the ground against the tire, Sun Wukong took off his coat and covered her, and then looked at the rearview mirror of the vehicle. In the rearview mirror, he saw that the black man was approaching less than ten feet away, and his right hand was slowly pulled out of his pocket, and sure enough, it was a pistol, Glock 17.

When the black man pulled out his pistol, the passers-by who were still curiously watching just now suddenly screamed and scattered.

Looking left and right, pulling a small trash can nearby and holding it in his hand, Sun Wukong silently recited the number in his heart.

One-step! Two steps! Three steps!

When he reached three, he threw out the trash can he was holding in his hand in the direction of the black man.

The black man subconsciously raised his hand to protect his head when he saw the trash can flying over, and at the same time pulled the trigger in the direction where the trash can flew out.

“Funetbsp; Unexpectedly, the force that accompanied the smashing of the trash can turned out to be unimaginable, and the black man who was smashed in the middle roared and cursed bitterly, and the muzzle of the gun trembled, and it was already crooked.

Bang! Bang!

Two bullets burst through the glass window of the vehicle.

Seeing that there was no movement behind the vehicle after a garbage can flew out, the black man, who had become cautious, took a few steps to bypass the vehicle to investigate, but only after taking two steps, he heard a noise from the side.

"Oops!"

The black man heard a sound from the side and immediately understood that he was being attacked by his target, and he tried to turn around and turn the muzzle of the gun, but the target was so fast that almost in the blink of an eye, he saw the target rush in front of him.

In an instant, all the movements seemed to slow down.

He watched as his target jumped up and over the two cars in one step, and then supported the roof cover with one hand, which was deeply dented, and the target's body rotated, and one leg swept in with the strong wind, and magnified sharply in front of him, and the muzzle of his gun was turned less than halfway.

Burst!

He felt as if his head had been hammered with a heavy hammer, his muscles shook like dough, and the huge force instantly spread along his head to his torso and limbs, and then the whole person flew upside down, and the pistol in his right hand that had lost control came out of his hand.

As he flew upside down, he even saw blood and teeth flying out of his mouth in the air.

Syllable!

When his back finally collided with the concrete floor, he had the illusion that he was like a watermelon that had fallen from the Empire State Building, completely torn apart.

How could a target have such a fast hand and so much power?

But an illusion is an illusion after all, and the iron will he has developed after being immersed in killing for a long time did not immediately faint, but was surprised to spin such a thought in his head, struggling to get up from the ground, and the pistol was within reach.

As long as he still has a gun in his hand, he can't die for a while!

However, his hand only moved an inch away, and a fist fell high in the air and slammed into his abdomen.

The blow to the abdomen was heavy, and reflexively, the black man's head and legs were cocked, and blood gushed out again, sprinkling into a blood mist.

"Who are you, and who sent you?"

Although he had only been hit twice, the black man had already been hit hard, his vision was beginning to blur, his ears were beginning to hallucinate, and he tried to keep his eyes open, trying to see clearly what his target was doing and saying something.

Click!

It only took a second or two for the black man to see the target tap his toe on his calf, and this time he finally heard it clearly, it was the sound of his shin fracture breaking and shattering.

"Ahh

The black man, who had several teeth knocked out, cried and screamed.

"Jeremy, Jeremy......"

Sun Wukong saw that he couldn't ask anything, and when he was about to get up, he heard Bessie's scream, and when he looked back, Bessie didn't know when he had woken up, weakly holding the front of the car, and calling for himself weakly.

"Jeremy, leave it to the police, okay, I know you're a good boy and shouldn't get involved in those ......"

After Sun Wukong came over to support her, Betsy gasped and spoke intermittently, but because she was a little injured, she was in a hurry and said too much in one breath, so that she fainted again before she finished speaking.

Sun Wukong saw that the car next to him was still with the key, and the owner didn't know where to escape, so he simply carried Betsy to the passenger seat and tied the seat belt, turned around and sat in the driver's seat, glanced at the black man who was paralyzed on the ground and was dying, and lit a fire to drive the car in the direction of the hospital.

And at this time, the sound of police cars whistling was already very close.

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