Conan and I start the hell-level main line

Conan ran quickly and soon arrived downstairs. He saw Naliang waiting there in the car borrowed from the FBI.

"Hurry up and get in, it's still not too late to catch up." Naliang waved to Conan, and after Conan got in the car, he stepped on the accelerator.

Dust flew up, and the car rushed away at lightning speed. It drifted into the street and started running rampant like a mad bull.

Naliang: "The man in sunglasses who escaped just now ran in the front direction, and he should have discovered that the organization was chasing him, so he is more likely to continue running away from the sniper."

Conan had a complicated expression, holding the safety belt firmly with both hands, and said with a trembling voice as if his life was being played with: "That's true, but..."

"Brother Naliang, you are driving against the flow now, it's fatal!!!"

Yes, on the street, there was a car that was so crazy that its cerebellum was atrophied, driving in the opposite direction on the street. The car moved past with a light maneuver as if there was no one around. . .

"I can't help it. There's no intersection to turn. I can't just crash into the guardrail. There's a traffic light ahead. I can change it there."

Naliang took out a pair of sunglasses from somewhere, made himself look very handsome, and grinned, "Don't worry, I know my limits~"

Because it's night now, there aren't that many vehicles passing by.

What are you pulling for?

"It's better to hit the guardrail than to drive against the flow. Help!!"

Conan (bitter face). . "I regret it, I shouldn't have gotten on the bus..."

Conan in the car was almost crying, and the passers-by under the car were cursing even more loudly.

"Can you drive?!"

"Hey, are you crazy? You're walking in the opposite direction!!"

"I (beep——) your whole family!!"

Bang! An onomatopeia perfectly describes its meaning...

At the traffic light intersection ahead, the green light went out and the yellow light came on. Naliang didn't want to step on the brakes at all. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and rushed away at the speed of an arrow.

The passers-by were scared to death, and some were so surprised that they took out their melon seeds and waited for the black smoke and explosion.

The car treated the traffic lights as decorations. After entering the intersection, it drove straight in, forced its way into the queue, and overturned countless traffic rules in a row. . .

(Alas, only novels can be written so stupidly. Don’t take it seriously in real life. If you drive improperly, your loved ones will shed tears.)

But someone just doesn't care.

"I see. He ran into an alley." Conan suppressed his frightened senses and found the man in black clothes and sunglasses on the sidewalk.

Naliang: "Is he going to hide?"

Conan understood his plan immediately. "No, he should go through the alley. Maybe his car is parked there."

"Okay, let's outflank them!"

"Eh? Aren't we supposed to be saving him? You're making it sound like we're also the pursuers..."

At this time, on the building, Fu Huashi, carrying a sniper rifle, played thrilling parkour, jumping from one building to another on the roof like a ninja.

Don't underestimate Fu Huashi. Ever since he witnessed Cointreau's internal competition in the middle of the night, he has been frequently called upon by Hennessy to practice together. For someone who wants to get ahead in the industry, how can he succeed without learning and growing?

In order to survive, we must work hard.

This is not a reason for you to wake me up in the middle of the night with drums and gongs!!

Then, Hennessy asked Fuhuashi to be squeezed by the comprehensive group after being squeezed by Gin. No, learning.

And this was what Ballantine taught very reluctantly under Hennessy's arrangement. Of course, the process must have been extremely painful and difficult.

Because Ballantine didn’t want to say a word! This conversation is bullshit. . ╥﹏╥

Just because he hasn't seen something doesn't mean he won't do it.

Fu Huashi landed on the roof of a building like a flying swallow, picked up the sniper rifle from behind, started aiming, and soon found the man in sunglasses.

"Brother Gin, as expected, he left a way out."

When Fu Huashi was reporting, an ordinary car appeared in the scope and caught his attention. It was...

"Brother Gin, it seems that there are a few troublesome moths trying to interfere. It looks like the Chinese MSS Tianjianxing that suddenly appeared when I was acting with Vermouth as I said before."

"Tianjian Star? What are those Chinese doing here? Humph, it doesn't matter. No one can stop us." Gin said coldly and put out his cigarette.

"Vodka."

Vodka understood, started the car, drove out of the dark alley into the street, and soon arrived in front of Naliang's car.

Naliang and Conan also saw the sudden black Porsche 356A, it was Gin!

Conan's face turned dark and he squatted down subconsciously to avoid being discovered by Gin through the windshield.

The two cars were one in front and one behind, and the black shadow enveloped them, as if playing with them. Vodka chuckled.

He turned the steering wheel sharply and suddenly made a sharp turn. Was he going to pass by Naliang and the others? !

No, the black side is going to play a bigger game. Whatever they do next, such as driving against the traffic and running a red light, is nothing compared to them.

Vodka gave Naliang, who was wearing sunglasses, a sympathetic smile as if to say that you are going to be in big trouble. Although he didn't know him, he should not forget to kill him and destroy his heart~

Then, Conan's pupils contracted instantly, because he saw that in the passenger seat, Gin pulled down the car window and stretched out his hand, and in his hand he was holding a long wrapped plastic belt.

Conan (,,#?Д?): That is...? ! !

Gin casually threw the long plastic belt on the ground in front of Naliang's car. In an instant, the plastic belt, which was stimulated by the movement, immediately stretched out, revealing rows of dense and ferocious fangs inside.

It's a spike belt! No!

Puff-!

The tire was punctured and the car was suddenly unbalanced. No matter how much skills Naliang showed off, he was powerless.

"Damn it, we're going to collide!" Naliang shouted in panic.

After emergency deceleration, it still crashed into a roadside electric pole, which collapsed under the weight. The first thing to be hit was the stinky car that had harmed it. It fell down heavily and smashed the car into metal paper. However... there was no blood splatter as expected.

Conan, who has the aura of the protagonist, took a step ahead and asked Naliang to jump out of the car with him before hitting the electric pole. Coincidentally, the falling electric pole fell between them, and the filming was almost finished ahead of schedule.

It's not over yet!

The spike strips Gin left on the ground caused the car behind to burst and lose control. A car rushed towards Conan and Naliang, as if the god of death was waving at them.

Conan: Please, I am the God of Death.

Conan and Naliang reacted quickly and easily avoided the accident with a somersault, but soon, several cars collided with each other, connecting head to tail, and a major traffic accident occurred in less than a minute.

On the streets at night, thick smoke and flames began to fill the air. The extras fled in panic. Only Conan and Naliang, who had hid in the alleys at the first opportunity, watched everything.

The two men clenched their fists tightly, filled with resentment.

"Organization, you deserve to die!"