Under the dim street lights, a Mercedes-Benz S600 with a severely deformed front was walking through the narrow streets of the vegetable market as if its butt was on fire.
Wherever he passed, chickens were flying and dogs were jumping, people were scolding and pigs were barking, and the sound of clanging bells was endless.
The windshield in front of the Mercedes-Benz was covered with rotten apples, rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, and the angry saliva of vendors.
Although the Buick chasing closely behind had some collisions and friction, it was obviously much lighter than the Mercedes-Benz in front.
With the Mercedes-Benz savagely clearing the way in front, collisions and scratches blocked the Mercedes-Benz's flight speed. The distance between the two Buicks and the Mercedes-Benz turned out to be closer. The bodyguards in the cars had loaded their bullets and were preparing to rescue Yan Shuangfei.
The four police cars behind were lined up in a row, driving extremely hard on the narrow street, trying their best to avoid collisions and scratches. As a result, they were left a long distance behind the two Buicks.
The two Buicks were less than ten meters away from the Mercedes-Benz in front. At this moment, a pile of large cargo boxes appeared in front of them.
It was a human-powered trolley, pushing a large pile of neatly arranged boxed apples, and was crossing the road.
The fat driver of the Mercedes-Benz screamed and stepped on the brakes. With a squeak, the screeching sound of the brakes resounded throughout the street. An unpleasant smell of burnt rubber immediately rose in the air.
"Damn it! Who told you to stop? Rush over to me!" The evil middle-aged man in the back seat slapped the fat driver on the head.
"Well!---"
The fat driver gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator to the floor. The Mercedes Benz shot through the pile of cartons like a crossbow. The vendor pushing the cart was so frightened that he gave up and threw the cart away.
With a cry, the rat scurried away holding its head.
The two Buicks at the back suddenly braked when they saw the Mercedes Benz in front, and the two cars also stopped braking. There were their employers in the car in front. If the rescue failed, they would be hit to death by their cars, and each of them would be skinned alive.
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The Buick in front stopped suddenly, and the Buick in the back was slightly slower for half a second. However, due to the speed and inertia, the Buick in the back bit hard on the butt of the Buick in front.
The police car from behind came roaring quickly. The police car in front braked suddenly, but was hit on the butt by the police car behind and pushed far away. Then the police car in front also angrily chewed on the butt of the Buick behind.
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The sound of sirens, brakes, and curses filled the entire wet market. The scene of six cars bursting into flames really shocked many people.
"Good boy! Six cars are full of pain. Add one more and it will become a gourd baby."
"Ah!! My apples - they just came back from logistics, and they turned into apple puree before they even hit the ground!" cried the man pushing the cart across the road.
The battered Mercedes passed through the forest of apple boxes. As soon as the wheels landed on the ground, it continued to speed forward.
Not long after, the two Buicks behind them finally pulled out their assholes and rushed out of the pile of rotten apples, chasing after them dutifully.
Seeing the Buick behind him getting further and further away, the middle-aged man finally finished smoking a cigarette and flicked the cigarette butt, which fell accurately into a nearby trash can.
Turning around, the middle-aged man smiled coldly at Yan Shuangfei. Yan Shuangfei's whole body trembled with laughter, his face turned pale, and the hand holding his bloody head was like holding a depth bomb.
"Do you know what I hate the most?" The middle-aged man sneered: "I hate trash the most!"
"And the guy you sent to assassinate him is a loser. So he deserves to die."
Yan Shuangfei was shocked. Could it be that the man in front of him heard all of his plan to send Heizi to kill Wang Tao? Then what would he do next? Will he kill himself? This is what Yan Shuangfei is most afraid of.
The middle-aged man smiled at Yan Shuangfei and said, "Remember to send two good men next time you kill him. I am too lazy to stop a waste like this."
The middle-aged man said it very casually, but when Yan Shuangfei heard it, he was shocked and extremely distressed.
How can you be such a bully? Since you are Wang Tao's bodyguard, you should threaten them and prevent them from hurting Wang Tao again. It would be better for you, not only not to stop them, but also to encourage them to send two good hands next time.
.How can you let others dare to plot against Wang Tao in the future?
"I like strong people and hate waste. This is true for friends and also for opponents. You decide what to do yourself."
The middle-aged man said something and asked the driver to speed up at the intersection ahead. The fat driver gritted his teeth, stared with sweat, and braved the red light to cross the intersection. A series of emergency braking sounds sounded from behind.
"stop!"
The middle-aged man said.
The driver stepped on the brake in an extremely well-trained manner. The middle-aged man slowly opened the door and got out of the car. He did not forget to close the door before getting off the car.
After taking off his blood-stained coat and throwing it into the trash can, the middle-aged man slowly got on the No. 18 bus with a cigarette in his mouth and whistling.
It wasn't until the middle-aged man disappeared that Yan Shuangfei and Li Fangfei came back to their senses. The driver in the driver's seat was still scared, and his clothes were soaked through.
"drive!"
Yan Shuangfei roared angrily. His body was still trembling slightly at this moment. The middle-aged man had given him a too big blow just now. He just wanted to cover up his fear with anger.
Next to him was the charming Li Fangfei, whose soft body was still huddled in the corner of the car. Her face was white and bloodless, her hair was messy, and her body was covered in blood. At this time, she looked like a creepy creature.
Female ghost.
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After exchanging pleasantries with Yang Aiguo and Qin Lang, Chen Kexin helped Wang Tao get into the car.
This time Chen Kexin left them her frequently used mobile phone number. In fact, the children who grew up in the compound were familiar with the encrypted phone number. No one would call it easily.
Because it was a life-saving call. If one party was in trouble, all parties would support it. That was their rule when making encrypted calls.
No one dialed the encrypted phone number set up by the red disciples who came out of the compound, and no one dared to dial it easily because they all knew the consequences of dialing this phone number.
shock!
That was definitely a big shock.
Chen Kexin and her group of red children who came out of the compound are spread all over the country, and they are engaged in politics, the military, and business in all walks of life.
In the past ten years, Chen Kexin is still the first person to make this call. Qin Lang, Guo Dali and Yang Jianguo are just three pebbles in this huge network of people. As for how much trouble will be stirred up later, no one knows.
The three young boys behind him looked at Chen Kexin holding Wang Tao's back in surprise. They had all seen that Kexin's relationship with him, a student, was not as simple as it seemed. The goddess they usually secretly admired was committed to such an embarrassing little boy.