The tattooed young man got into the car, but a trace of ridicule flashed in Zhang Lu's eyes.

Big men think they can control everything.

Zhang Lu wanted to kick his control away and let him know that he had made a mistake.

"Go left, go up the viaduct, and go around in a circle." The gun in Zhang Lu's hand was pointed at the back of the tattooed young man's head.

The muzzle of the gun hit the tattooed young man on the back of his head.

The hands of the tattooed young man were trembling slightly.

The steering wheel also kept shaking, as if driving on the road, it was like drawing a snake.

The loudspeaker from behind sounded like a whip.

"Drive more steadily, your hands will become unstable at a young age. How will you live the rest of your life?" Although Zhang Lu did not drive, the speed of the car at this time increased unconsciously.

Watching the royal blue car gradually go away.

Qiao Jun, holding a telescope in his hand, habitually pulled out a cigar.

Pay tribute to the big guys in the movie.

Qiao Jun, who aspires to become the godfather of Xuanguo's gangsters, also likes to smoke cigars.

"I don't like smoking... not even cigars, so no one can smoke around me." The person sitting next to Qiao Jun said.

Qiao Jun smiled awkwardly and put the cigar back.

Fortunately, the car has been modified.

The driver sitting in the front seat could not only see what was going on in the back seat, but also could not hear any sound.

I was just about to chat a few words to liven up the atmosphere.

Suddenly, a huge impact force suddenly penetrated from back to front.

Qiao Jun hit his head on the front seat and felt dizzy.

Use your hands to open the door.

"What the hell..."

"do not move!"

"Lower your head!" The man next to him suddenly pushed Qiao Jun under the seat.

Just listen to a series of gunshots.

It seemed like a large number of bullets were pouring towards his modified car.

At the same time, snipers who were still ambushing on nearby high-rise buildings and did not relax their vigilance also aimed at the sapphire blue SUV that slammed into the back of Qiao Jun's vehicle.

Guns were fired one after another, but they could not hit the target.

The bullet passed through the fuel tank.

The car suddenly turned into a ball of fierce burning flames.

The flames quickly spread towards the car in front.

"Let's go! Get out of the car quickly!" said the man who had been protecting Qiao Jun.

The car door opens.

The first one to come out was Qiao Jun.

The one behind is the protector.

Qiao Jun is the bait.

The protector is not a real protector, but a hunter waiting for an opportunity.

Qiao Jun lowered his head and couldn't help but look back.

Inside the burning royal blue car, he saw his little brother lying on the steering wheel.

In his hand he was still holding an empty mini-machine gun.

"He's not in the car?" Qiao Jun was stunned.

The next moment, something extremely cold and killing seemed to pass through his body.

Behind him, the man who was about to use his supernatural power froze.

A bloodstain suddenly appeared between his eyebrows.

Then the blood stain expanded rapidly.

The good head was broken into two halves.

Qiao Jun felt weak all over.

His whole body buzzed and he lost consciousness.

Wait until he wakes up again.

The man has been tied to a sand transporting boat.

Shenlong relies on two rivers, and there are at least thousands of sand-carrying boats on the two rivers.

Qiao Jun had no idea how he got on the ship.

I don't even know which boat I am on.

The surroundings were empty.

There were only a few beer bottles standing in the corner.

The nylon rope that tied him was very strong, but if you broke the beer bottle and got the broken glass, you could cut the rope and escape.

Qiao Jun shook twice, knocking down the chair he was tied to.

Then he vigorously swayed toward the glass bottles, like an earthworm trying to wriggle toward a dry slope in a heavy rainstorm.

It took about half an hour until I was sweating profusely.

Qiao Jun then moved his body and came to the wine bottle.

Gritting his teeth, Qiao Jun banged his head against the glass bottle.

Snapped!

The glass bottle was broken.

Qiao Jun's face was also covered in blood.

Broken glass stung his face.

But he saw hope and continued to squirm. Then he thought of a way and grabbed a sharp enough glass fragment with his fingers tied behind his back.

Then he started cutting hard.

Work hard!

Keep pushing!

Feeling the rope being torn apart bit by bit, Qiao Jun's bloodstained face was filled with a proud smile.

Just get out of trouble!

Just leave!

He must use all his money and connections to get revenge on that guy and make him look good.

He wanted Zhang Lu to experience a hundred times the humiliation and embarrassment before dying in despair.

He also wanted to capture Zhang Lu's parents and bury them alive in front of him.

The hatred and bloodlust in his heart made Qiao Jun even more powerful.

Only when he finally let go of the rope.

When I ran to the door of the warehouse.

Only then did he suddenly realize that the ship was rushing towards an oil tanker at full speed.

The oil tanker was inexplicably parked in the middle of the river without any movement.

That's an empty ship!

Qiao Jun wanted to open the door like crazy.

But the door is made of iron and locked tightly.

With his ability, it is impossible to open it violently.

There are also steel bars behind the windows.

In the whole room, there was only the chair he had just sat on.

He picked up the chair and slammed it against the window.

The glass shattered with the sound, but the iron fence did not move.
To be continued...