The pedal was raised, the compartment door was closed, and Chen Yang turned off the engine and got out of the car.
In the carriage of the truck, unlike last time, there were not that many people, only Chen Fang was greeting him.
After Chen Yang got out of the car, he casually took the King Chen's golden mask handed over by Chen Fang and put it on his face. He habitually turned the Emperor Shun Ring around and looked at the 100-inch screen opposite.
On the screen, the familiar Porsche Panamera was speeding by.
Chen Fang bowed and reported: Master, everything has been arranged.
Just look, the fish won’t take the bait.
Chen Yang looked at Panamera on the screen, observed every driving habit, and found that there was almost no difference between her and him, so he couldn't help but nodded.
Chen Fang continued to report: Recently, many groups of notorious killers have entered the country, and we suspect that their destination is Xiajiang.
We are following the young master's car today, and we have deployed the control. There is a high probability that they will take action tonight.
Chen Yang nodded slightly and said: The bait has been placed, and it is only a matter of time before the fish takes the bait.
Is it okay with Logan?
When Chen Fang faced Chen Yang's cold and stern gaze, she almost swore to the sky and said: Young Master, most of our strength is with the Young Madam, and we are absolutely safe.
hope so.
Chen Yang said lightly.
In the truck compartment, it became quiet for a while, except for the Paramela on the screen, swimming like a fish on the late night road.
Master.
Chen Fang suddenly remembered something and said: Your private plane, a Gulfstream, has arrived at Xiajiang.
Chen Yang cleverly grasped Chen Fang's meaning and asked: Do you want me to avoid it for a few days?
Chen Fang was mentally prepared for her thoughts to be seen through, so she simply responded and said clearly: During the general cleaning, dust will inevitably fly up, so it is more appropriate for the master and mistress of the house to go out for a walk and then come back.
Chen Yang was silent for a moment without comment. It wasn't until subtle changes began to appear on the screen that he spoke:
That's okay, last time I said I would take her out on a private jet, but she still didn't believe it, so let's do it this time.
I hope my house will be clean when I come back.
Chen Fang was overjoyed and bowed in response.
On the screen, Paramela was like a girl who sang and danced freely, and met a reckless man who was robbing her on the road. She swayed forcefully, and the wheels brought out green smoke, and suddenly stopped sideways.
Ahead, a large garbage truck, not much smaller than a Mercedes Benz, rushed out, almost grazing the Panamera and crashing into the guardrail on the side.
Amidst the roar, the garbage truck stopped, its sideways body blocking the road.
In the carriage, Chen Yang's pupils shrank suddenly as he looked at the screen.
If he had not been prepared, and if the person pretending to be him had not been so good at driving, the Porsche Panamera would have been crushed to pieces by now.
Chen Yang in the car can also be renamed Chen Roupan.
What a big fish.
Hmm, a bit fierce.
While Chen Yang was muttering to himself, several Volvo S60 cars rushed out from the corner and braked suddenly, blocking the Panamera's retreat.
There was a muck truck in front of it, and there was a Volvo array blocking it behind. The Panamera was like a dragnet, and it was suddenly covered.
The next second, a group of people from the Volvo rushed out, using the car as a cover, and fired volleys of guns.