People in the United States reacted very sensitively to these commotions. Some of them were more cautious and quickly drove their cars to the side, and then continued to move forward when they found nothing unusual.
In a villa in Beverly Hills, a servant answered a phone call and knocked on the original European wooden door on the second floor, "Sir, someone is looking for you."
"Wait a moment, come out right away." A slightly restrained voice came from behind the wooden door. The servant leaned over and lowered his head. The wooden door opened, and a young man with wet hair came out. This was a pair of eyes as blue as the sea.
The handsome man with eyes, as if the facial features carefully carved by the Creation Gate are white jade and flawless, and every part reveals unparalleled delicacy.
The servant kept his eyes fixed on his toes, not daring to raise his head and look directly at the young master.
He was wearing white shorts and a top that were as pure as snow as a cadet from the West Point Military Academy. The dark green epaulets made him look more cold as a soldier. A pair of gray cadet trousers on him made his legs look straight and slender, and he wore a wide white belt of the same color as the top.
With a narrow waist, the golden proportions of the figure are perfectly displayed.
"Hello, I'm Biberton Bertram." The man picked up the pure white phone with a gold rim, and his low-pitched voice came to the other end of the phone with innate elegance.
The person on the phone spoke very urgently and frequently mentioned Archwood Street.
Biberton Bertram's blue eyes suddenly darkened, "Taxi driver? Kidnapping? Determine the location and provide reinforcements immediately!"
The girl from China, the hero on flight TU8230, was kidnapped by an unknown person?... Is it possible? Regardless of whether it is possible, Biberton Bertram must immediately send reinforcements to greet Gu Chen's comrades!
On this side, Huang Jianhua has passed through the fourth block, and the speed of the car is getting faster and faster. He has already lost sight of a white pickup truck, and another one is chasing after him.
"Bite tight! Stay down, Miss Gu!" Huang Jianhua is a retired military veteran arranged by the Duan family in Los Angeles. His racing skills are comparable to Hollywood blockbusters.
In his hands, the car was as agile as a remote-control car. He flashed left, turned right, and turned again. Every time, it seemed that he would hit the car in front of him, and he sprinted past without any risk amidst the sound of sirens.
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Gu Chen, who was lying on the back seat, was kicked hard twice and simply sat on the golden ground, too lazy to lie down again.
The opponent is also a master, and he insists on biting her left and right.
Huang Jianhua's calm face showed a bit of solemnity. He raised his head and looked in the rearview mirror towards the back seat with concern. A pair of black and calm eyes met his directly. In these mysterious and clear eyes, the only thing missing was missing.
A little bit panicked.
Instead, she reminded him to pay attention to the front, as she knew how to protect herself.
Seeing this, Huang Jianhua felt completely relieved and started driving, but he still reminded Gu Chen to get down because he was not sure whether the people in the pickup truck had guns.
In the United States, guns are as common as kitchen knives in the kitchens of Chinese people's homes.
"If there are any sharp objects in the car, nails will do." Gu Chen steadied himself, his eyes like Shen Xue clearly saw through the rearview mirror that the white pickup truck was following very closely, one behind the other, not trying to get in the way of each other.
There are always some sharp things in taxis. Huang Jianhua knew Gu Chen's skills, so he took out the darts from the driver's drawer that he usually used to play tricks on the roadside, "This should be able to shoot through their tires."
Already understood what Gu Chen needed sharp objects for.
