Schroeder and Jones planned to follow the man, but because of Schroeder's stupidity was exposed, they were discovered by the man, the man scolded and turned his head and ran, but Jones and the others chased after them, and were forced to be helpless, the man could only stop again, turned his head and took out his gun and made a shooting gesture at them, they quickly jumped out of the car and hid to the side, the man saw them hiding, turned his head and ran, they stood up and got into the car and continued to chase, the man ran for a while, turned his head and looked back, they were still there, Turning around and pulling out the gun again, Schroeder and the others jumped out of the car again, hid to the side, and just like that, they were scared, scared and hidden, and came several times in a row, and finally the man was also tired, turned around and turned an alley, and hid. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Oh damn it, they bastards, they're such a tough bunch, I swear, oh, I'll blow their heads out when I see them both again, oh, I will, I should have done it, oh, I'm not a savior, I should have understood!" He muttered to himself as he found a hidden place to hide under the eaves

Oh, sure enough, after a while, a dark shadow came over, and then there was that clicking footsteps, and then the black shadow suddenly stopped again, as if looking for something, oh, he was looking, looking for him and those medicines.

"Oh shit, come to me separately, oh well, there's a good show, oh yes, there's a good show, I'm going to have you standing in the street shouting, at everybody, oh, everybody, and all those "monsters" shouting together, you two guys, oh, you two are damned, nasty, extremely perverted guys, I'm going to make you striptease, oh, in public! Thinking of this, he didn't feel a little excited, so he didn't smile, and turned around in a happy mood, "Hey, I'll make your head bloom, I'll let you know......"

！ Yes...... Oh oh oh oh!! He stopped again, he stopped suddenly, and looked across from him, a man, middle-aged, bald, with a tattoo of a scar on his face, wearing a leather jacket from the 90s, with a horizontal face, was pointing a gun at him...... For the moment the man spoke to him, he turned quickly, and loaded the bullet with lightning speed, and pointed it at his head, and he had a long double-barreled shotgun, a long-barreled double-barreled shotgun, and it seemed to be powerful enough to beat him into a pulp, oh, into briquettes or dice.

"What did you say?" The bald head asked him suddenly