"Be honest with me!" Zaren came up and kicked me. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info I was afraid that he would see something, so I quickly suppressed my excitement. As the minutes ticked by, Zaron became more and more anxious, and kept circling around the house.

"What are you anxious about?" I couldn't help but persuade him, "Isn't there still three minutes left, be patient, you don't know the efficiency of the police." ”

Zaren walked over and grabbed me by the neck and dragged me outside. "Don't waste time, if the car doesn't come, let's collect the bodies for both of us!"

As soon as the black-rimmed glasses heard this, they quickly waved their hands, and a Honda Accord slowly drove over. As soon as Zaren saw the car arrive, he dragged me around the car, opened the passenger door, and pushed me up. He got into the car himself, looked inside and out again, this time on fire, stepped on the accelerator, and drove out frantically.

The police car behind me also followed from a distance, and I felt that the pills in my body had been digested a lot, and my heart suddenly relaxed. I saw an intersection where the traffic light turned red, "Hey, it's red!" I reminded him. Zaren didn't mean to slow down at all, but stepped on the accelerator, the car shook violently, brushed through the intersection, and the cars in the left and right directions were so frightened that they braked. The police car reluctantly stopped across the road and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zalen drove for another five minutes, pulled the car to the side of the road, pulled me into an alley, and after turning around, he came to a white SUV and opened the door: "Go in." "He shoved me. I reluctantly slipped in, "You're so well prepared." I sighed.

"Nonsense, do you know what professionalism is?" Zaren gave me a blank look, threw me a plastic bag, and put this on. When I opened it, it was a mask. Zaren himself put a mask on his face, and an old man with a wrinkled face immediately appeared in front of me. "You're pretty good at this mask." I complimented while looking in the mirror, not to mention, this mask is quite comfortable, "The only drawback is that it smells fishy, and your glue is a little inferior." ”

"It's not a matter of glue." Zaren grinned at me, "This was plucked from a living person's face. "When I heard this, I was so sick that I almost threw up.

After changing cars, Zalen drove much more steadily, and he had to stop when he encountered a yellow light, let alone overtake on the line, and he was completely a good driver. When the car got on the highway, I cautiously asked him, "Look, you can escape now, why don't you find a place to let me go." With me, I have to take care of my food and my life, it's a complete burden. ”

Zaren replied as he drove, "Do you think you can still walk?" It's my business, wait for me to go to sea, hum. "This guy, if he doesn't say anything halfway, he is even worse than the eunuch Wen.

"Did you bring any money?" I paused and asked him.

"No, what's wrong?" Zaren asked me strangely.

I pointed to the toll booth in front of me, "I didn't bring it either." Seeing the toll gate, Zalen's speed slowly slowed down.

"Aren't you going to run over?" I give him ideas.

"I don't want the police to be targeted anymore, you'd better not talk nonsense, or else." He looked at my stomach and I nodded quickly.

"Hello, ten dollars." A tall, slender, snow-white woman in uniform stretched out her hand.

Zaren pretended to take out a piece of white paper from his bosom and handed it to her, and at the moment when the woman was surprised, a small insect with a light shell and emerald green wings crossed the car window and gently stung the woman.

The woman stretched out her hand and rubbed her eyes, looked at the white paper in her hand, and said politely: "I wish you a happy journey." Then the railing was raised.

Zaren rolled up the window and said to me proudly, "It's called illusion, I've seen it." ”

"How many of these bugs do you have?" I asked him calmly.

"Three, what's wrong?" Zaren looked at me in confusion.

"Then you can do this for another 100 kilometers." I pointed to the traffic sign on the side of the road and said, "There are 50 kilometers left until the next toll booth." ”

"You're robbing money!" Zaren said as he slammed the steering wheel.

"There's no way, it's a fee to repay the loan." To be honest, this is the first time I've felt that highway tolls are a good thing.

Zaren parked his car in the emergency lane, picked up his phone and began to search. "Why doesn't Google Maps work?" He looked up after a long time of ink and asked me suspiciously.

"Well, shielded. You can try our domestic ones. "I took my phone and chose one for him.

"Aren't you professional? Why don't you know the way? I asked him with a little disdain.

"How did I know that your country charges everything?" He muttered to himself. "Alright, let's go with this." I downloaded the navigation software and threw my phone to him.

Zaren restarted the car, followed the navigation prompts, got off the highway nearby, and drove onto the national highway. Not long after running, there was a beeping alarm from the car. "Why did you run out of gas so quickly?" Zaren looked at the yellow reminder sign on the dashboard and was confused: "I obviously filled it up." ”

"How long did you park this car in that alley?" I asked.

"Four or five days, what's wrong?" Zaren asked curiously.

"I guess someone stole oil." I pouted.

Zaren lowered his head weakly, and after a long pause, he looked left and right as he drove the car. "Hey, there's a gas station there." He was about to turn in with joy.

"This can't work, let's look for it again." I pointed to the sign above the gas station, "This is private, it's better to find two barrels of oil." ”

"The most annoying thing is you monopoly countries. Why can't private gas stations? You are capital discrimination! Zaren yelled at me with the face of a capitalist.

"Okay, okay, you go and add it." I don't like to be honest with this kind of person who doesn't understand the country.

"Fill up the gas." Zaren extinguished the fire and shouted at the gas man who came out of the shop.

This woman is a little familiar, willow eyebrows, cherry mouth, tsk, look at this chest again. Chest, I remember, isn't this the policeman who pretended to be a palace maid?

The refueler skillfully opened the car's fuel tank cap and lifted the refueling gun to get busy. Zaren smiled lewdly and said to me, "I can't see it, there are so many beautiful women in your country, and any refueler looks so smart." (To be continued.) )