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Syllable!

Inside the cordon, a man in a light gray suit stepped out of the white jeep, holding a gun in his hand, and went straight to the black car.

The man wore sunglasses, red hair that covered his ears, and although he was wearing a very orthodox suit, his inadvertently exposed earlobes were full of studs, and his exposed arms were embroidered with tattoos.

Several men in police uniforms beside him were all arrogant and fierce, whether it was the posture of walking or the expression on their faces, they did not look like police officers.

The black sedan, whose four wheels were broken, experienced extremely sharp braking before stopping, leaving two deep marks behind the rear of the car.

The red-haired man in sunglasses turned the gun in his hand, snapped, and smashed the glass of the car with the back of the gun.

The flying glass slag scattered to the ground, just like the messy expression of the thin, dark-skinned driver in the car.

He never thought that as soon as he came out of the family's mansion, he would immediately encounter a pursuit.

I thought those people would be patient for at least a while.

"Get out of the car!" the red-haired man in sunglasses roared, hoarse, and furious.

The thin dark-skinned driver suddenly sneered, and the hand that was originally holding the steering wheel quietly went down and stretched out under the seat, and there was an extremely subtle sound of a click, and he was touching something.

At the same time, the middle-aged man sitting in the back seat of the car, his face was extremely dark, his hands were tightly clenched, and in the dim car, his expression looked extremely mysterious and hazy, but the bright eyes flashed an extremely sad and angry anger!

However, he had no choice but to wait for the driver to react in order to escape death.

Although this hope seems extremely slim......

Boom!

Suddenly, the thin dark-skinned man sitting in the driver's seat suddenly bounced up like a taut spring, and his whole body rushed out of the car window like an arrow from the string, and he smashed the window with his head!

In his hand, he already had an extra pistol in his hand, and the moment he rushed out of the window, he removed the safety bolt of the pistol, and his fingers were tightly pressed on the trigger.

"Be careful!" Almost at the same time, the red-haired man with a submachine gun was on the left and right, and the two young men in police uniforms quickly pulled the former away!

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

The thin, dark-skinned man, pulled the trigger and fired a bullet.

His face, which was extremely tense with a hint of coldness, suddenly froze, and he thought that his sudden counterattack would kill the red-haired man, but it backfired, and the bullet he fired missed!

By the time he tried to pull the trigger and fire bullets one after another, it was too late.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and it was a young man in a police uniform standing next to the red-haired man, who reacted quickly and hit the thin dark-skinned man in front of him.

Bang!

Bang bang bang!

Immediately afterwards, several young men with guns shot bullets into the head of a thin, dark-skinned man.

The thin dark-skinned man fell to the ground with a bang, falling in a pool of blood, his death was extremely tragic, and the bullets almost broke his head, and streams of red blood and brains flowed out.

"Paralyzed, find your own death!" The red-haired man palpitated, and when he saw that the thin and dark-skinned man was completely dead, he was greatly relieved in his heart, relieved the hatred in his heart, and couldn't help but scold a few words angrily at this dead corpse, and did not forget to kick a few feet.

In the car, the middle-aged man sitting in the back seat, his hands that were originally clenched, suddenly relaxed, his arms hung down, and his face was dead.

His last straw died in a pool of blood.

For him, what is more difficult to accept than letting him die is that the loyal subordinates who have been with him for more than ten years have died unexpectedly and ended up in such a tragic end.

There was a middle-aged man's desperate sigh from inside the car, and his deep-set eyes were already closed, looking like he was going to die safely.

"Come out!" the red-haired man shouted coldly as he pointed his submachine gun at the people in the car with a dark and terrifying muzzle.

At the same time, several young men in police uniforms surrounded the black car, each holding a gun and aiming it at the middle-aged man in the car.

The sirens were still blaring.

Warning lines on both sides of the highway make it impossible for all outside vehicles to enter.

This is the scene they have created, and no matter who looks at it, this is the scene of the police handling the case, and no one is stupid enough to break in and take risks.

"Kill me. A low and hoarse voice came out of the mouth of the middle-aged man in the car, with a sense of vicissitudes and despair in his voice.

"Kill me......"

Only a person who has fallen into extreme despair would say such a thing.

Lost desire to live.

Because he knew that if he fell into the hands of these people, what awaited him would be a torment worse than death.

The red-haired man sneered, his eyes moved slightly, and he motioned to the two young men next to him to open the door.

They must be cautious about this high-ranking official from other places sitting in the car, no one knows whether there will be other hidden equipment in the car besides him, or some unpredictable hidden weapon.

The door was opened by two young men, and to their surprise, there was nothing else in the car except for the middle-aged man.

The street lamps in the distance and the flashing police lights, under the flickering light, the face of the middle-aged man, like the vicissitudes of life reflected in the oil painting, although he is nearly half a hundred years old, but not old, but at this moment, his face gives the impression of being so old and helpless.

The short hair, which was originally neatly combed, shook violently because of sitting in the speeding car before, and the hair became messy like straw.

The black briefcase that he originally held in his hand, although extremely old, had always been regarded as a treasure, and at this moment, the briefcase had disappeared, and he didn't know whether it shook under the seat or accidentally jumped out of the window.

Two fierce palms grabbed him, grabbed his shoulders fiercely, and pulled him hard!

In an instant, his feet were suspended in the air, and there was no struggle along the way, and he was caught by two young men in a car with a blaring siren and threw it hard!

The car was brightly lit, and there was a man sitting next to him.

His face became clearly visible, and even every tiny wrinkle on his forehead was so obvious.

The red-haired man was holding a submachine gun, a hint of smugness flashed in his eyes, and he walked over slowly to look at the middle-aged man, and said with a sneer: "Mayor Chen, please take a trip!"

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