Countdown [entertainment]

Yin Qing hung up the phone, still with a foolish smile on her face, but when she put away her phone, there was a flash of coldness in her eyes.

Someone is following him.

Since going to Cheng Yihui's company in the afternoon, he has always felt that there is someone behind him when he left the company. If it was Cheng Yihui's person, he would obviously not do anything to him, but whether the USB flash drive he found can be taken out is a problem, so Yin Qing made a decisive decision and came directly to give the things to Jiumu.

The call to Jiumu was also for those people. After all, Young Master Yin's popularity with women is recognized in the upper circles, and no one would think too much about giving a car to a confidante.

Of course, the actual gift is the USB flash drive on the key chain, all the important information is inside, I hope Jiumu can understand what he meant.

The coldness of the autumn night penetrates to the bone, the dim street lamps emit faint light, moths flutter their wings in the light beams, the dry branches show their teeth and claws, and the fallen leaves are almost swept away, exposing the bare land.

Jiumu's house is relatively remote, and it's so cold at night that people just want to stay at home, the streets are clear and cold, and there are not many people.

Yin Qing swept the bicycle, took a step with her long legs, threw her cross-body bag over her left shoulder, and swayed forward leisurely.

He supported the car with one hand, and with the other hand, he picked up his phone from time to time to reply a message, and he was leisurely like an aunt shopping in a vegetable market.

There was a bridge hole in front, Yin Qing held up her mobile phone and used the black screen as a mirror, pulling her bangs that were blown by the wind.

A bright spot suddenly appeared on the screen of the mobile phone, and within a few seconds, it became bigger and bigger, and there was the faint roar of a motorcycle.

coming.

Yin Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of her lips curled up.

Just as the bicycle slowly exited the bridge hole, a motorcycle sped up from behind. The moment it passed by, the rider quickly reached out and grabbed Yin Qing's belt.

The bicycle is swaying slowly, but the motorcycle is driving extremely fast. In that case, there are only two possibilities, either Yin Qing let go and let the rider take away his messenger bag smoothly, or Yin Qing and his car are taken away by the constantly accelerating motorcycle. Individuals are thrown off their feet.

However, Yin Qing responded quickly within a thousandth of a second. He jumped off the bicycle decisively, hung the strap of the messenger bag on the handle on the right, and at the same time bent down and grabbed the bicycle and threw it to the right of the street light.

——The belt tied the front of the bicycle, and the bicycle fell to the ground and was firmly stuck on the lamp post. The forward momentum of the sudden acceleration of the motorcycle caused the connection between the belt and the bag to be overwhelmed and ruptured. The bag remained on the bicycle, and the rider struggled The mind caught only a single strip.

"Grab your grandpa Yin's bag, in your next life." Yin Qing looked at the motorcycle that had driven half a mile away, gave a light snort of disdain, and slowly picked up the Lvspeedy bag with only one pouch left, and walked onto the sidewalk.

That motorcycle obviously had a clear purpose, and did not give up after failing once, turned around and hit the accelerator.

Dim streetlights poured into Yin Qing's pupils from above, and he stood there with cold eyes.

The motorcycle came again, the glare made people's eyes hard to open, Yin Qing narrowed his eyes, threw the bag on the ground, raised the bicycle with both hands and smashed it at the rider.

The motorcycle was smashed crookedly, and the rider jumped off and ran towards the bag.

It was impossible for Yin Qing to let him succeed, so she kicked the bag away with her foot, and stepped forward to wrestle with the rider.

The first time the two faced each other, Yin Qing secretly said "no".

This person is a professional, not those idiot bodyguards in Cheng Yihui's company.

He should have spent money to find it from the Internet, and even the helmet is unique, and his wrist was so painful from the shock when he punched it down.

The rider has obviously been trained in fighting, and was accidentally tricked by Yin Qing just now, but now the advantages of close combat are fully revealed.

He didn't love to fight, he swayed to avoid Yin Qing's fist, and kicked him out in the chest with a flying kick!

Yin Qing felt a rush of blood in her chest, and the sweet smell of blood overflowed her throat.

But without giving him time to breathe, the rider has already flew towards the messenger bag.

Yin Qing turned over on the ground, stretched out her hand to hook her bag, then rolled her legs again to avoid the rider's fist, walked around the lamp post and kicked on the wreckage of the bicycle to block the rider's footsteps.

Although it was only blocked for less than two seconds, it was enough for Yin Qing to jump on the motorcycle that had not been turned off, hit the accelerator with his right hand, and put his right foot on the ground as the pivot, and the car rushed out with a flexible drift.

Yin Qing looked back from the rearview mirror, the rider was standing under the street lamp, the helmet covered the corners of his brows, and the deep black mask covered half of his face, leaving nothing behind.

Sure enough, he is a person on the road.

I miscalculated, I underestimated the importance of those evidences to Cheng Yihui. If he hadn't been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, the other party had only invited one person, and they would have taken away the bag by now.

If they didn't find anything from the bag, they would definitely suspect Jiumu, and all previous efforts would be wasted.

You shouldn't act alone.Yin Qing secretly said.

Before he let go of his tense mood, a beam of light suddenly came in from the rearview mirror. A motorcycle stopped beside the rider just now.

"......Hold!"

Yin Qing cursed.

He has won awards for his motorcycle skills. He lowered his body against the handrail of the car, and with the accelerator on his right hand, "Boom!" He drove to the end, the strong wind brushed against his skin, and he rushed forward at a speed of nearly [-] mph.

The motorcycles behind were at the same speed, and a tug-of-war was launched under the dark night.

Yin Qing kept driving in the direction of the urban area, and she could already vaguely see the lights of the downtown area.

The reason why the city of Jiangyi is called Jiangyi is that the inner city and the outer city in the southwest are separated by a river, and you need to cross a bridge of more than 200 meters to enter the city center.

The bridge is also brightly lit at night, the huge suspenders and cables are covered with dots of light, and the sky and the earth are as bright as day.

Already able to see the light on the bridge frame from a distance, Yin Qing hit the accelerator again, and another motorcycle was also accelerating from the rearview mirror.

The latter two obviously knew that if Fang Yinqing entered the urban area, the sea would be widened, and their identities might be exposed.

The rider who had previously fought with Yin Qing stared at his own motorcycle, which had been chasing for more than ten minutes and still kept a certain distance. He gritted his teeth, took the pistol from his waist, and aimed it at the rear wheel of Yin Qing's car.

"--boom!"

The silent night sky was pierced by a gunshot, and a few tired birds were startled suddenly, flapping their wings and fleeing to the night sky.

The wheel was forcibly changed direction by the impact of the bullet, the rear part of Yin Qing's motorcycle tilted, and the inertia brought the whole car towards the side curb.

"Oh shit!"

At the moment the gunshot was fired, Yin Qing's heart suddenly turned cold, she gritted her teeth and cursed, and suddenly exerted force with her arms, forcibly controlling the direction of the motorcycle.

"--boom!"

There was another sound, and the rearview mirror on Yin Qing's left shattered, and the glass shattered into countless debris and scattered all over the floor.

The direction Yin Qing was holding on to was broken again by the huge impact force, her left hand was so shaken that she almost couldn't grasp the handle, the front of the car suddenly turned to the right, and the whole motorcycle flipped to the ground!

Yin Qing didn't care about rubbing her right arm across the ground, her sleeves were bloody and bloody cut by gravel and glass shards, she grabbed her messenger bag and ran forward.

But after all, the strength of his legs could not run faster than the speed of the car, and the words "Southwest Bridge" came into view, but the rider leaped off the motorcycle and rushed towards Yin Qing.

The two rolled hard on the ground a few times, Yin Qing was almost torn apart by the successive impacts, her silver hair was soaked in sweat, blood overflowed from the corners of her lips, and her eyes turned black in bursts.

The rider quickly pulled the messenger bag from his arms and was about to get away.

It was too late to speak, Yin Qing bit the tip of her tongue to concentrate her attention, hooked her long legs, pinned the rider's ankle and pulled back, the man suddenly lost his center of gravity and was about to fall forward.

He also reacted very quickly, his knees first landed on the ground, one leg wiped the ground with the other leg on the axis, the whole person turned back half a circle counterclockwise, and punched Yin Qing directly on the side of his face.

The corner of Yin Qing's lips was cut in an instant, and her mouth was filled with the smell of blood.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his legs were still stuck on the rider, he straightened up with all his strength, pulled out his helmet and punched him in the face with his backhand.

"Fuck. Fuck you." Yin Qing panted, her voice was a little hoarse, and even her tone seemed to be stained with blood: "You dare to hit me in the face, so why not weigh yourself first."

When Yin Qing's second punch landed, a sense of crisis suddenly rose in her heart, and even her pores felt cold.

His eyes were fixed, and he rolled to the side.

Sure enough, a dagger with a cold light fell on the place where he was just now.If he hadn't dodged quickly, the bright dagger would have been stained with blood at this moment.

Yin Qing's pupils shrank slightly, and she quickly stood up with her knees stretched.

He didn't know that the dagger was just trying to wipe out a wound to make him stop, or it was aimed at his throat.

But judging from the position where the man stopped his hand - the dagger was aimed at the neck.

After a moment of daze, the rider on the ground climbed up. In Yin Qing's arms was a bag that was already too miserable to look at. He looked at the two people who were approaching him step by step. Behind him was the tall bridge and the rushing river under the bridge.

In a blink of an eye, Yin Qing suddenly understood something. Today's action was definitely not sent by Cheng Yihui alone. In other words, Cheng Yihui was not the only one who wanted to prevent him from giving the evidence to the police.

There are people behind him.

and many more.

Yin Qing suddenly thought of something.

——Cheng Yihui is a member of that organization.

The blood in his whole body was soaked with coolness, and his whole body was as embarrassed as if he had been fished out of water and dust, but the joy in his heart at this moment was enough to offset the tingling pain in his mouth and chest.

If they don't hesitate to fight against the Yin family and get this USB flash drive, it just means that the information in the USB flash drive that they got out of the wrong way will also pose a threat to that organization.

Worth it.

Yin Qing scribbled to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and suddenly thought of it.

The night light on the bridge illuminated the mess from a height, Yin Qing's face against the light was dim and unclear, but a sneer slowly and clearly formed on the corner of his injured lips.

The two stepped forward to fight with Yin Qing. Yin Qing used the messenger bag as a weapon to constantly resist the attack of the dagger. He had practiced martial arts for a long time since he was a child, which is why he could tell at a glance that Jiumu was also the same. The reason he has learned, but even so, two fists are no match for four hands, and the dagger as thin as a cicada's wing still left a lot of bloody scratches on his body.

Yin Qing was kicked in the waist from behind by the rider, and she staggered a few steps backwards.

The dagger was slashing towards his neck again, Yin Qing raised her bag to block it, her arm collided violently with the hand holding the dagger, the bag in her right hand crossed a parabola, and fell straight down the bridge!

Yin Qing's pupils froze suddenly, she turned around and ran towards the bridge railing in two steps, half of her body fell out of the bridge, barely holding the corner of her messenger bag.

The rider reacted at the same time as him, and rushed to the bridge at top speed.

The bag was a bit heavy, and Yin Qing's arm was scratched several times by the dagger so that she couldn't exert enough force, and the sweat dripped down his side face, falling into the bottomless river.

Yin Qing panted heavily, her voice hoarse: "Who sent you here?"

No one answered his words, but the rider was lying on the bridge railing, holding Yin Qing's arm with one hand, which happened to press on one of his wounds, so that his cold sweat fell down like a broken thread, running down his arm Just go for that bag.

When she was about to touch it, Yin Qing suddenly let out a muffled snort, her fingertips loosened uncontrollably, and the dark brown messenger bag fell straight down in the eyes of the two of them!

In just a few seconds, ripples appeared on the surface of the water, and then quickly calmed down. The messenger bag "with a USB drive" just sank to the bottom of the river.

Yin Qing didn't seem to have recovered, staring at the dark river and couldn't accept this fact.

The rider had already turned around, looked at the man holding the dagger with gloomy eyes, and lowered his voice: "Didn't they say that they had to get the things in their hands? What do you mean by that?"

The man holding the dagger also had a slightly cold look in his eyes. He thought the rider could reach the bag, so he didn't help. In the end, he may have pressed Yin Qing's wound, causing the latter to let go of the pain. He didn't even blame him. Why did he Now I still have the face to blame myself.

□□The upper class is strict, his status is not as good as that of the rider who dare not speak badly, so he didn't say much, but turned his eyes to Yin Qing: "How to deal with this person?"

The rider took the dagger in his hand, and pressed him to the bridge railing the moment Yin Qing turned around. The dagger was stuck to his neck, and his tone was cold: "Master Yin, what will happen to you if you know the secret you shouldn't know?" It should be clear."

Yin Qing's upper body was hanging outside the bridge railing, sweat ran across his cheekbones and flowed to his jaw, his pair of always lazy and ambiguous peach blossom eyes were slightly slack, he was panting heavily, the wound on the corner of his lips mixed with overflowing blood looked a bit hideous.

He was trapped by the bridge railing, and the dagger could easily penetrate the slender neck.

There were bloodshots oozing out along the dagger, but at this moment, the sound of the engine roared, and a bright red Maserati galloped forward with dazzling lights, piercing the silent night boldly and eye-catchingly.

Yin Qing's eyes were fixed, and her upper body bent back again. At the same time, she pushed her elbow and kicked the rider away. She bit her tongue and gathered some strength before running towards the Maserati.

He opened the car door and sat in. After a stroll before the ghost gate closed, the tense mood of the night finally calmed down. He let out a sigh of relief and leaned back on the chair, turning his face and looking out the window. He was disturbed by this sudden turn of events. The two of them who were at a loss laughed lightly and said, "Why are you here?"

no respond.

Yin Qing turned her head suddenly, and met a completely unfamiliar face!

The backseat caught off guard and stretched out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose. The pungent ether smell hit his sense of smell, his eyes darkened, and his brain gradually entered a trance.

Yin Qing's last thought before losing consciousness - fuck.It's the same fucking gang!

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