(Originally I wanted to update it before twelve o'clock, but a certain reader voted four times and didn't want to let it down, so I was too lazy to move the evening one to the early morning to see if I could code out ten thousand words today and complete the twelve thousand.
Data. This is definitely a very difficult challenge. I really don’t have time to code during the day tomorrow. I have to go out and can’t even play on my tablet. I will code 10,000 words tomorrow night. If I can do it, will there be any rewards?
Dear readers?)
"Eddie! Do you have a gun license?" Stephen Jackson looked at the guy next to him and asked.
Eddie Griffin held a shotgun in his arms and said to Stephen Jackson: "What's the gun license?"
"That's great, I don't know!" Stephen Jackson looked at Eddie Griffin and said. Luke Walton next to him slapped his forehead helplessly with his hand: "This is the best conversation I have ever heard! It really deserves it.
Write it into English conversation for young children and become an example!”
Blake Dolan reached out and pulled the shotgun from Eddie Griffin's hand, and then put it upright near the car door: "I'll keep it, boys! Do you have any objections?"
"Of course not, you are our leader! But speaking of it, isn't this kind of thing done by gangsters like us? As a gang boss, you should be holding a cigar in your mouth and commanding us in an unscrupulous tone." Eddie.
Griffin said.
"I changed the script." Blake Doran lit a coarse cigar with the car cigarette lighter and puffed out gray-blue disgust.
…
Soon! The champagne-colored Maserati appeared in the sight of several people! It went very fast!
"What should we do? Let's shoot into the sky?" Stephen Jackson said. This guy and Eddie Griffin seemed to have no fear. Only Luke Walton had closed his eyes and started praying at this time. The content of this guy's prayer was very interesting.
:
"God bless me! I'm young! The main thing! I haven't slept with a fucking beautiful actress yet! I want to sleep with Britney!"
"What two idiots! One of them was driving, and the other was holding a girl in the back seat! These are the stupidest robbers I have ever seen!" Blake Dolan was holding the steering wheel with one hand, and the other hand was already lying on the ground.
gun.
"If I were to hijack a car and a hostage, I would definitely let the hostage look at the car while I was in the passenger seat and put a gun to the hostage's head!"
"Stephen! Use your high-precision eyes to see what weapons those two guys have in their hands!" Black Dolan said as he looked at the Maserati getting closer and closer.
Stephen Jackson almost leaned half of his body into the front row, stared at the car about a hundred meters away, and said with certainty: "From the time I first fired a gun at the age of ten to now, believe me, those two guys only have one
A small caliber pistol!”
"Wrong judgment! Maybe they didn't want to kidnap the girl, but just wanted to rob the car. Maybe it was because the lady was so beautiful! They had a new idea!" Black Dolan stretched out the shotgun from the window! The muzzle of the gun was slightly raised.
High! Facing the Maserati sports car, he pulled the trigger with a bang!
"It's cool!" the two bastards in the car shouted excitedly! Only Luke Walton continued to pray with his eyes closed.
The gradually spreading group of shotguns passed directly over the Maserati sports car! Two projectiles even hit the Maserati's windshield! The glass cracked! Fortunately, this top-notch sports car uses explosion-proof glass film.
Otherwise, the windproof and decelerating glass will be shattered into pieces with just this one blow! The driver’s face in the car will be cut into pieces!
The Maserati sports car made an emergency stop! The wheels rubbed against the ground, leaving four black tire marks! There was a lot of hot smoke that couldn't be dissipated!
"Shit! Who are you!" The driver in the car brandished a pistol and shouted at the top of his voice. They were now less than fifty meters away from Black Dolan's Bison truck!…
"I'm here to race and entertain you idlers! You lose! You two bastards! Get out of the car! Then get out of here! Otherwise, this time, my shotgun won't miss!" Blake Dolan was sitting at the driver's seat.
At the table, he didn't even show his head, he just pointed the gun at the Maserati and shouted loudly.
"You are not the police! This car belongs to us! And this woman! Don't mess with us! We are..." The white robber in the driver's seat waved his pistol before he could finish his sentence!
"Bang!" The muzzle of the shotgun spit out fiery snakes again! Countless projectiles hit the road in front of the Maserati this time! Shotguns flew everywhere! They ricocheted onto the body and glass of the sports car! A series of knocking sounds were made!
This action scared the robber in the back seat and Ivanka Trump screamed at the same time!
"I don't care who you are! This is New York! We are the New York gang! You are in our territory! Boys! You must learn to say hello!" Stephen Jackson was so bold that he opened the back seat door and jumped out of the car to face
The person on the other side yelled.
"You and the others had better decide quickly! Either be killed by us! Or run away before the police come! Okay! Let's take a step back! Keep that pretty woman! As your apology to us! And then that junk sports car
, use it as your escape tool! Ten seconds! Make a decision! Otherwise, the next time you shoot, it will no longer be a shotgun like a toy gun. Do you want to try the new firepower of the New York gang?" Blake
Dolan jumped out of the car, holding a shotgun and said.
I have to say that his look tonight is definitely in line with the look of a senior member of the gang, with a short trench coat, half-long hair, a cold expression, and the shotgun. Finally, he shot twice in a completely unreasonable manner!
It seemed that the two robbers had discussed it. Suddenly, the robber in the driver's seat suddenly raised the pistol in his hand! He aimed it at Black Dolan!
Blake Dolan turned over and kicked Stephen Jackson over first! Then he threw himself down!
The bullet shattered the car light on the side of Black Dolan! The glass flew everywhere! There was a bloody mark on Black Dolan's face!
"It seems you are not satisfied with my request! I thought you chose the first option! Bastard!" Blake Dolan quickly stood up! He raised the shotgun in his hand and aimed at the Maserati!
"No! It was a fire!" the robber in the driver's seat shouted at the top of his lungs! The robber behind was more decisive than him! He pushed Ivanka Trump directly out of the car! He shouted:
"Royster had a few too many drinks! The gun he held went off! Women, give them to you! Let us go! Damn it! The police are coming soon!"
"Of course! Madam! Please come to my car quickly! You don't need a woman in this kind of scene!" Blake Doran pointed his shotgun at the robbers in the car and said to the frightened Maserati who stood there
shouted Ivanka Trump next to the sports car.
Ivanka Trump seemed to wake up when she heard this voice, regardless of the possibility of hurting her ankle due to high heels! She quickly rushed to the Bison truck and buried her head in the back seat! What happened tonight scared them!
"You made a good choice! Okay, drive that car and disappear in front of my eyes! Next time you want to steal a car in New York! Remember, say hello to us first! Otherwise, our leader's temper will not be very good!" Stephen Jackson said.
The two robbers started the car again, not daring to accelerate immediately. Instead, they drove slowly past Black Dolan and headed towards the highway intersection in the distance. They saw that Black Dolan had opened the door and was about to sit back.
The gangster in the driver's seat of the Maserati took back his pistol and prepared to concentrate on driving!
At this moment! Blake Dolan's hand on the car door was released! He was holding a shotgun in both hands! He fired a shot at the tire of the Maserati:
"Bastard! This shot is a gift to the shot you just took! I lied to you!"
Saying that! He pressed the gun chamber hard! "Bang!" Another shot rang out! The entire narrow trunk at the rear of the Maserati flew up!
After doing all this, he pulled the armrest and sat back in the driver's seat, and said to Stephen Jackson who got on the car from the other side: "Sit tight! Stephen! Look at our bison crushing ability! Crush that car!"
After saying that, he hit the accelerator, and the P4XL Bison roared and rushed towards the anchored Maserati sports car!
