A week of overtime made Liu Xiaoxing more and more haggard, "This Zhuge ...... When we were desperately busy, he secretly ran back to the crew to film. How could he turn a blind eye to our hard work, it was too much! Ahh......hh Blue lean shiitake mushrooms. ”

He turned his head to look at Liu Liu, who was also exhausted, with disbelief in anger and disappointment. Liu Liu also frowned, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"I'm as angry as you are, Xiaoxing." Liu Liu clenched his fists and made no secret of his dissatisfaction, "I didn't expect him, a pig teammate, to backstab us like this!" I will never spare him next time, it's too unrighteous! ”

Liu Xiaoxing snorted lightly, "I used to think that he was really reliable, but I didn't expect him to escape." Such a person, every day of cooperation with us is shameful. ”

Liu Liu nodded, "Yes, shameful." Then let him see, without him, we can complete this plan. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, picked up the mobile phone, and wrote the three words "Zhuge Xian" into the document called "Little Book" in the mobile phone.

……

Just when Liu Xiaoxing and Liu Liu were very busy.

Zhao Chuanren, one of the leaders of the tea girl fraud gang, the criminal who killed the police in cold blood, was in a daze in a small room on the second floor, looking out the window at the bustle of the town shrouded in night, and he had no sense of integration at all.

Zhao Chuanren, who was once extremely arrogant, is now helpless in the disaster he caused. After killing the police officer, he became a public enemy, not only wanted by the French Open, but even those of his own kind who had worked with him pointed the arrow of resentment at him.

It was only when he caught a weary glimpse of the face in the mirror, which had been shortened by a full circle, from thick lines to broken lines, and large beads of sweat falling down the tips of his hair, that he realized that life could be so worthless.

Exhaustion made his back arch like a ninety-year-old man, but the increasing storm around him made him nowhere to stay. Jumping back and forth between being deceived and deceived, he panicked and couldn't tell who he was, only survival.

When night falls, the ever-changing shadows under the street lamps seem to turn into ghosts seeking their lives.

The pursuers persevered, and those who had once been his companions in his haughty life were now hunters in the dark.

He looked around with wide eyes, and the streets, the alleys, every speeding car and every hurried pedestrian could be the executioner of his fate. The heart was pounding, so violent that it seemed like it was about to burst in the next moment.

He was engrossed in observing his surroundings, and the shrill sound of car horns, the hurried footsteps under the steps, and even the faint laughter in the distance made him anxious.

The night is like a big net, hiding all the traps and undercurrents in the city. The fugitive life made him feel more and more hopeless, and everywhere was filled with indifference and hostility, and he was not even sure if he would survive the next second.

Perhaps this is karma, he used fraud to destroy the peaceful lives of innocent people, and now he can't find even a safe corner. That-for-tat sense of crisis, like wildfire, burned his conscience and courage.

Suddenly, a jumble of footsteps sounded in the hallway.

He immediately clenched the gun in his hand, then gently moved to the door, and pressed his ear to the door.

"Be quiet! Don't frighten him! Be sure to catch him this time! A voice made Zhao Chuanren's heart froze, and his doubts gradually escalated into horror.

"We must not let him run again this time. He not only killed the police, but also dared to deceive the super-rich second generation like Liu Liu, which is simply faulty! Now we're all implicated now! has cut off everyone's financial routes, and he must not be let go! The other voice was full of anger, mixed with jargon, and the conclusion reached made Zhao Chuanren shudder.

Hearing the conversation of the pursuers, Zhao Chuanren's heart contracted violently. He suddenly felt that he was in the deepest part of this dark world, and there was no escape.

Just when Zhao Chuanren was immersed in despair and exhaustion, he suddenly saw a window not far away. He understood that was the only way out.

Holding his breath, he pressed close to the wall, moving cautiously. He wanted to seize the opportunity to struggle. Then, with all his courage, he rushed out of the window as fast as he could.

The second floor is not too high from the ground, but it is not low either. The moment Zhao Chuanren landed, he felt a tingling pain coming from the center of his foot.

But thinking of the danger behind him, he didn't dare to stop, so he could only limp in the direction of the distant lights, almost feeling the biting cold wind whistling in his ears.

Finally, he saw the door of the pharmacy appear in the dimly lit street. Even though the pain in his body made him almost unable to walk, he dragged his tired body and walked in, hoping to buy bone-setting medicine to treat his injuries.

However, the world is impermanent, and good and evil are rewarded.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the sound of heavy footsteps getting closer and closer behind him frightened him.

At this time, he was like a frightened bird, and he exerted all his strength to escape from the pharmacy again.

Fleeing again and again, Zhao Chuanren became more and more anxious.

Zhao Chuanren hid at the end of a dark cul-de-sac, his heartbeat rattling through his narrow throat. His heart was filled with despair and fear, and every echo was like a fuse, igniting his crazy desire to survive.

"You forced me! It's all you pushing me! Zhao Chuanren's voice was muddy and cursed, "If you beg for death, then I will give you a ride!" Let's be buried together in Hell! I will never let you go! ”

His words were grim and ferocious, like a low roar from the abyss, filled with deep pain and twisted despair.

Cornered, he changed his strategy and began to fight back with cold instincts, lifting the gun in his hand and trying his best like a beast to seize the chance of life.

In the dark night, Zhao Chuanren was like an eerie ghost, ready to attack at any time. Whenever someone approached, he pounced forward, wielding a ruthless weapon, destroying the fanged claws staring at him again and again.

However, although his counterattack gave him a moment of peace and destroyed one after another fox hunters chasing him, he could not change the overturned wheel of fortune. The pursuers seemed to emerge from the night, and all the roads were blocked, leaving only an abyss.

Using the darkness as a cover, he galloped past, slender shadows flashing, and the cold echoes of metal were shocking. The gun in his hand spat out flames, a roar that tore through the air.

His attacks were decisive and swift, and bullet after bullet burst out, each time causing screams and jumps in the depths of the streets. The night with horror and shock gave rise to an unsettling undercurrent, and countless shadows trembled in tension.

However, survival is never easy.

As time passed, Zhao Chuanren's gun slowly began to run out of bullets, and the killing weapon in his hand became heavier and heavier.

At this moment, he is like a naked man walking on a rope, and he will fall into the abyss if he is not careful.

The dim light seemed to illuminate his final struggle. His eyes widened and he looked around intently, as if preparing for a final showdown.

Zhao Chuanren quickly turned around from the corner of the street, threw his empty gun at the pursuers who were close at hand, and then ran with all his might. The shockwave behind him seemed to consume him alive, but he was ready to break the cage-like snare. He clung to the rope of fate and struggled with no choice.

The pursuers were all ready to attack, and Zhao Chuanren, who was already in prison, was about to be caught.

However, in their eyes, they saw Zhao Chuanren stop and smile ridiculously.

Just as the men were walking towards him, he suddenly disappeared into thin air.

The crowd hurriedly stepped forward, only to find a sewer on the ground without a manhole cover......