Lillian's Melaleuca routine

They walked forward along the dark passageway, and there was no one around, dead silence, only the sound of their footsteps could be heard in a low voice.

This is obviously a bit out of the ordinary.

Even though it was late, it was impossible to be empty in a heavily policed ​​metropolitan police station.

"Where are the others?" Aya lowered her voice and asked.

Fyodor paused, he stretched out his hand like a knife, and wiped his neck in front of Aya.

"Well, this is indeed your style." Aya mumbled, "But Fei Jia, are we going to leave like this?"

"Do you want to do something, Lillian." He asked, "If you want to vent your anger, you can."

"In this case, let me think about it! I want to take some souvenirs away."

Aya only thought for a few seconds before giving the answer.

She stopped.

"How about the floor tiles of the Moscow Police Station?" Before she finished speaking, she chuckled and dismissed the suggestion, "Forget it. The Ministry of Internal Affairs should send someone here right away? For safety's sake, don't bring anything."

The Ministry of Internal Affairs is the public security department of the Russian Federation. In addition to the ordinary police who maintain regional security, it also maintains real criminal police resources and is the backbone of national security.

Besides, if they destroy the police station, they will become real wanted criminals.

Ling doesn't want to get into trouble with them for the time being, but it's impossible for her to suffer this kind of loss abruptly.

"We still have a few minutes, which should be enough if it's just going out the door," Fyodor replied.

That being said, they started to speed up towards the door, the target was obvious, the only thing that was a little bit of light was the moon hanging high above the door.

The exit was a small side door, which could only allow two people to pass through. The sensor device at the door had been completely destroyed, so they went out smoothly.

In front of them were two identical cars, even with the same license plate number.These are two sports cars with unassuming appearance and calm and solemn black body.

Fyodor led Aya to one of them.

At this moment, Ling suddenly remembered a question: "Speaking of which, Fei Jia, where is Sonia? Is she dead?"

Speaking of this sentence, Aya was a little bit sorry.

In any case, she had a good impression of Sonia. If it wasn't for their natural standpoints, she and Sonia might still be friends.

"No, she's not easy to deal with." Fyodor paused first, and then replied casually, "But, she should be coming out soon, right?"

They walked to the side of the car, Ling saw Fyodor kept walking, walked to the other side, he opened the side door, and sat in the co-pilot's seat.

"It's unbelievable! Fei Jia, you actually let me drive!" Having said that, Ling sat in the driver's seat with a little joy and a smile. It started.

The sound of the engine sounded so loud at night, and it was so sweet in Aya's heart.

"I have to say, this is exactly what I want!"

She turned on the lights with excitement, and after skillfully reversing the car, the steering wheel smoothly steered the car into a narrow passage.

Then she started to speed up, and on this small road, circled the police station looking for an exit.

They saw Sonia on the way around the circle. At that time, she was on the three-story building and was trying to climb down. Obviously, she had recognized them.

Sonia was hanging on the wall with one hand, looking precarious. The next moment, her amazing arm strength supported her to slide down quickly, leaving an obvious black mark on the white wall. Finally, she stopped firmly on the first floor, Without pausing, she accelerated, trying to jump onto the roof.

At this time, the monitoring system has been paralyzed. If you miss this opportunity, trying to find them is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack.

But these speeds are obviously not enough for the car.

She missed it.

Ling stepped on the accelerator, and the sports car accelerated past her.She opened the window, stretched out her hand, and waved it recklessly, as if saying goodbye to Sonia, full of provocation.

In the next second, the car body and Sonia completely staggered.The wind whipped up by the friction caused Sonia's hair to pile up in a mess on her face. She didn't try to catch up any more, but stopped at the spot and watched Aya drive away.

She paused, staring at the car gradually disappearing from view, and she memorized the license plate number.

Panting heavily, Sonia first shot around as if venting her anger, then threw the gun aside, she collected herself and made a special call.

"This is the Moscow Police Department. I am Sonia. The plan has changed. We are now requesting the support of our superiors... Yes, we hope to send more police immediately to block the main hubs and passages... We are looking for a black sports car with a license plate Number M258EXRUS197."

After leaving the trail, Aya drove out of this street unimpeded all the way.

At this time, it was past eight o'clock in the evening, and there were basically no people on the road, and there were few cars.While turning on the heating and air conditioner, Aya was still able to turn on the radio station to listen to music.

"Where are we going, Fedya?" she asked.

"Tver." Fyodor pointed to a point on the map, which is the only way to St. Petersburg, a large city between Moscow and St. Petersburg.

"Can we get rid of them? There are only two routes to Tver." Aya asked suspiciously, "If the police knew that I was going to Petersburg, they would definitely wait there on these two routes."

"Don't you believe me? Lillian." Fyodor didn't explain, he reached out and changed the radio station, and the high-pitched part of Pavarotti's "Neither Sleeps Tonight" happened to be playing on the radio.

"The police will come, and so will Sonia. But, Lillian, you're not going to let us be found anyway, are you?"

"Just like the lyrics say." He turned around, stretched out his hand to brush his black hair, stared expressionlessly at the small piece of road lit by the searchlight, and finally said, "We will win at dawn."

"Should I thank you for trusting me so much? Fei Jia." Aya stroked her forehead, which was a little hot.She closed her eyes and reached out to take off her coat. With the heating of the air conditioner, the car got a little hot.

She shook her head, suddenly, the car body staggered for a while, and her body swayed slightly with the bumps of the car. During this period, Aya took the time to glance at Fyodor, and he opened a notebook on the car The computer is doing complicated operations. On the computer, a series of characters flow out slowly along the keyboard.

"You really know how to program?" Aya asked in surprise seeing Fyodor's actions.

"Of course." Fyodor kept moving.

"Then is it true that you can play the cello?" Ling recalled the first time they met, and she asked confirmingly.

"of course."

Ling held the steering wheel with one hand and adjusted the navigation position with the other. When she heard Fyodor's words, she immediately raised her nose and asked, "Oh! What a surprise! Fedya, I want to hear You Rabach's Suite for Unaccompanied Cello! If you get the chance."

Fyodor neither agreed nor objected. He turned his face to look at the car window, and then glanced at the computer. The screen in the notebook showed the surveillance cameras nearby.

They are not the only cars in the surveillance.

A few seconds later, he said, "Sonia is here."

Not far behind them, a military vehicle was closely following.

Aya turned around and glanced at the rearview mirror. She rolled up the window first, then sat up straight, and said loudly, "Fei Jia, my only passenger, watch your computer! We're going to Tver!"

After saying this, she stepped on the gas pedal.At this time, the dial of the sports car was also turning right continuously, and the speed of the car slowly increased, and soon exceeded 120 yards.

This poor sports car was rampaging on the road. Fortunately, it was night and the obstacles on the street were almost negligible. Aya still had time to tune the radio. The current situation is not suitable for listening to some opera and classical music.

The atmosphere in the car was agitated and not tense, maybe the sharp rise of adrenaline hormones paralyzed the senses, Aya felt the heartbeat in her chest was so bright and intense.When the speed of the dial reached 150 yards, they seemed to be flying, and all the scenes jumped backwards at a terrifying speed. Although the friction sound of the car windows was blocked outside, it still remained unabated.

But Ling finally realized something, she threw the bag to Fyodor, and said urgently: "Feyya, look in my bag, look for my mobile phone. Then throw it away!"

Fyodor closed the computer.

"You don't have to worry so much, Lillian," he said reassuringly.

Slowly, he took the bag that Aya had stuffed all over his head, like a slow and clumsy sloth.

"Fei Jia! Hurry up! Hurry up!" Ling did not forget to urge, "I guess they must have located the direction through my mobile phone. God, I just found out now!"

While she was talking, she operated the car to make a sharp ninety-degree turn, and suddenly their upper bodies tilted and fell to the right.

With this sudden movement the bag fell from Fyodor's hand.

It was a delicate little bag, shaped like a gift box, half open.As soon as it fell out, everything fell apart with a clatter.

Hearing the sound, Aya glared at Fyodor angrily.

"Fei Jia!" She dragged her voice and asked, "Did you do it on purpose? If you do this again, I'll stop the car and throw you out! Let you go to the police alone!"

"Don't worry, Lillian."

Fyodor still said these words, in the dark night, his mine-purple pupils were full of magic.

He lowered his body, picked up all the scattered items, put them back into the bag carefully, and finally closed the bag and buttoned it.

"Let's count down, Lilian." Instead of throwing her cell phone out of the window as Ling said, he tuned the station, and then continued, "Everything is coming to an end."

Ling swished a glance at him, and asked strangely, "Are you going to blow up the car? Fei Jia? This is not your style."

Fyodor was noncommittal.

"However, since you said so, I'll look forward to it."

Aya started to slow down, and looked at the time. It was ten seconds before nine o'clock.

"Nine, eight, seven..." She began to count down the countdown, "To be honest, I'm really scared of you, Fedya, are you going to set off fireworks for me again?"

While complaining, she obediently followed the countdown: "...three, two, one! Time is up!"

"Dear viewers! It's exactly nine o'clock in the evening! Welcome to Radio XER! I'm today's host, Erbone Nish!"

On the radio, as the hour arrived, a new program began.

Other than that, Aya looked in the rearview mirror, the car carrying Sonia was still following them well, because Aya slowed down, the distance between them was getting closer.

"Uh..." Ling hesitated for a moment, and then asked with nothing to love, "Fei Jia, is this the end of what you said?"

Looking in the rearview mirror, she did see a little change.

With the lowering of the rear window, a hand stretched out from the window, followed by a sniper gun.

Meanwhile, the radio was still playing non-stop, and the host began to chant in a strange accent full of regional accents: "Now, let's take a look at the first letter from the audience!"

And Fyodor, who was beside Aya, was leisurely like a tourist on vacation. He leaned on the seat, closed his eyes, and listened to the program broadcast on the radio with enjoyment.

"Fedya! You're lying to me again!"

Aya honked her horn as if venting her anger, and then stepped on the accelerator without any regrets.

The author has something to say: Russian license plate numbers are really long, because in addition to the normal license plate numbers, they also have the area code orz behind them.

Worried, what is Sigma going to write? Now I think he is even more difficult to deal with than Guo. After writing Guo for so long, he has become a little cassock in my eyes.