[Zhongyingmei] How difficult is it to become a reliable adult

Johnny didn't notice that Tim beside him had closed his eyes peacefully and fell into a deep sleep with his nose bleeding all over his face.

Holding the gun he had finally pulled out with his right hand, he commanded Bauf solemnly and decisively, "Open the secret button!"

Bow dared not believe it, "Are you sure you want to do this, sir?"

"Don't worry about it, Buff," Johnny said calmly, "It's a French car, for Her Majesty the Queen!"

Bow's eyes were full of solemnity, he raised the console under Jason's unbelievable eyes, and pressed the button.

April was pulling a tissue from her satchel to wipe Tim's nosebleed when she heard two rumbles.

Two cannonballs flew past the window, blasting the two cars with French license plates into two fireworks.

Ai Puli almost stuffed the tissue into Tim's mouth, she was dumbfounded, and whispered, "It's so handsome, this car is so cool."

There were two remaining cars chasing them, and they pressed up instead of the two French fireworks, squeezing the driving space of the Rolls-Royce from both sides.

Vehicles are constantly rubbing against each other, making the sound harsh.

Jason began to get impatient, the two cars were just a matter of two sniper bullets from Red Hood.

He was ready to move and wanted to do something, he couldn't kill a person with a single shot in front of a child, but he could blow a car tire with a single shot.

He was about to open the window, but he waved his hands vigorously, but there was no movement.Jason took a closer look, and Buff had unlocked the child safety locks, locking them all in the car.

The competition between the three cars fell into a stalemate, and the Rolls-Royce Phantom that Johnny drove to pick them up was used by secret agents, and the toughness of the body was far beyond normal vehicles.

The other party was also aware of this, and Ai Puli watched as the black muzzle of a rocket and cannon protruded from the opposite car window.

Ai Puli can be regarded as an experienced child now, but she was still shocked when faced with such a big battle.

She subconsciously pinched the love necklace hanging around her neck full of Bruce's old-fashioned aesthetics, trying to lift the restriction on her abilities.

Johnny held her head and pressed down, "Get down!"

The Rolls-Royce Phantom twisted a big crooked "S" on the road.The door of the car that could not be dropped opened at a gallop.

A figure got out of the open car door one step earlier than Johnny.

When the vehicle was driving at high speed, he didn't care at all that if he made a wrong step, he would fall far away from the car, like a child easily jumping over two steps, jumping out with one step, grabbing the gap between the window and the roof. The bar lay slippery into the window.

Jason got rid of the child safety lock, and impatiently started, grinning grinningly, intending to use violent means to solve this group of troubles.

He really wanted to use his identity as a bodyguard to solve them. Tim's identity was inconvenient, so Jason came here to solve these problems for him.

Compared with these killers who came, he looked more like an evil force that ran out from nowhere. After getting into the narrow compartment, he flipped the gun in the killer's hand with his backhand, and aimed at the killer's thigh several times.

The blood and screams were splattered wantonly, which Jason was very familiar with.He grabbed the back of the driver's head from behind and slammed forward on the steering wheel.

The French car spun uncontrollably and hit the guardrail head-on.

At the same time as Jason made a crazy move, the car on the other side approached them.Ai Puli got up from the back seat in disgrace, facing the killer who jumped into the car.

She and the killer looked at each other quietly.

Johnny slapped the killer on the head, and the agent with a sense of justice was furious, "Why are you looking at the children, do you still want to bully the children?"

One slap, another slap, and another slap, like drumming continuously.

"Let you bully children, dare to bully children! Your 80-year-old grandma will be disappointed in you!"

He kicked the killer down mercilessly and rolled into a tumbleweed on the road.

The car made a sharp turn, and Tim, who was in a coma, slid out of the car because of inertia. He was so happy and free that April had to hug his leg.

There are few vehicles on the road from the airport to the city. A dilapidated Rolls-Royce Phantom is emitting black smoke. A head slides out of the car door, stops, and is grabbed by a very small hand. Pull the tie back.

The tie was tightly strung around Tim's throat, and he was struggling for breath, reacting in a swoon, and began to struggle.

Tim's eyelids quivered, vigilante instinct urging him to wake up and face the fight.

He is about to wake up.

Johnny is fighting the killer in another car.The two were hung by the doors of the two cars respectively. Whenever they were about to exchange hands, Bauf turned the car and escaped from the pursuit of enemy vehicles, leaving only his two legs kicking in the air in vain.

Johnny was furious, "Boff, what are you doing?"

"Sir," cried Buff, "this is dangerous!"

After he finished speaking, the other party followed closely, and the killer suddenly rushed forward, relying on inertia to hold Johnny down.

Johnny was slammed in the commotion, but felt no pain.

April was squeezed between him and Tim, with a killer on top who was fighting Johnny.She felt that her soul was leaving her, flying out of her body, flying higher and higher, reaching the distant and pure heaven.

Gotham's Chinatown often has acrobatic performances belonging to the ancient oriental country, and one of the most talked about performances is called Chest Crushing.

Tim had the good fortune to watch a boulder-crushing performance before he fully understood the art of such performances.

Today, he has personally experienced and experienced the connotation of this art. Tim is a qualified artist.

Red Robin's jerk and jerk of [-] pounds was nothing but a piece of cake. He suppressed his anger and prepared to push away the mountain of people piled up on him.

Johnny showed off the ring on the back of his hand, a small needle pierced out from the top of the ring, and a cold light flashed.

There is a sufficient amount of muscle relaxant stored in this hidden weapon of the ring. Once the needle tip scratches the skin, it can make people speechless within three seconds, and can make people completely weak within five seconds.

Johnny's clenched fist was restrained by the killer at the top, and the sharp needle went through April's hair and stuck on Tim's chin.

Tim's eyes widened.

April gasped in horror, "Tim, are you okay?"

Her kind third uncle Chi Chi Gua Gua uttered a series of words that only Hai Xing could understand, perhaps a series of inelegant curses, but there was no one in the car who could act as an interpreter.

The sound of this string of Tis codes faded away, Tim closed his eyes, tilted his head, and returned to the eternal and peaceful dreamland again.

Aprile said with tears in her eyes, "We will remember you, Tim."

She moved her fingers with difficulty, pulled out the small half of the phone with tears in her eyes, let the camera just stick out of her pocket, and took a picture.

I haven't thought of a name yet, I'll think about it later.

Johnny punched the killer in the face, sending the two-hundred-pound killer to the same heaven as Tim.

He kicked the killer out of the car, barely got up, and faced the dark rocket muzzle outside the car door.

silence.

Johnny's eyes reflected the cold bullet. He once again threw April, who had just stood up, onto the lowest layer of human flesh pads worth hundreds of millions.

The expensive human flesh cushion let out an overwhelmed muffled groan in a faint.

Johnny opened the door on the other side with one hand, and the bazooka entered through the door on this side, and exited from the other side, hitting Johnny's back and blasting out, blowing up the "Welcome to London" billboard to pieces.

The car hit hard, and everyone was washed and spinned several times in the Rolls-Royce washing machine, rolling into an amiable ball.

Aprile was unconscious for a while.

She was well protected, even after being washed several times in the washing machine, except for her hair falling apart, she was still unharmed.

She woke up with difficulty, and happened to be lying on the same ground in harmony with an enemy killer.

Ai Puli fumbled for the heart pendant on her chest with a blank expression, and turned off the suppressor switch.

She ordered, "You, do a thousand frog jumps!"

The killer got up with a blank face. He felt that the order of the little girl in front of him was very ridiculous. This is war. Did she think it was a group of spies playing house games?

The killer thought so, with his hands behind his head and his legs bent.

"one two three four……"

Bang!

Johnny put aside the door of the Rolls Royce that stunned the killer, and stuffed himself against the side of the car.

"Can idiots be spies in this day and age?" He sighed in bewilderment, "These French."

He lifted Aprily up and checked her up and down. "Are you scared, kid?"

April opened her arms for him to check. "I'm fine. Where's Tim?"

The agent's expression suddenly went blank.

He looked around and saw no one except his little assistant who was struggling to get up from the ground.

In the distance, a small figure ran towards this side.

It was a long marathon and he ran it hard.

Johnny breathed a sigh of relief, "He's here."

"No," April said indifferently, "he's Jason."

Jason, who was sweating profusely, ran all the way, but Johnny pinched his face.

He dissatisfied, "Are you sick?"

Johnny took out the information from his arms, the first one was Tim's information, and he carefully compared the photos on the information.

Jason's face was printed on that one-inch photo.

He shook in disbelief, and turned to Jason's profile.

Jason's portrait is next to Tim's one-inch photo.

Time goes back to the moment when Johnny got the information from MI[-].

He pasted a one-inch photo of Aprily on Tim's profile, so he exchanged photos of the two of them, tore off the one-inch photo of Jason on Aprily's profile, and pasted it in the photo frame of Tim's profile.

April's photo was put back, and Tim's photo was glued to the top right corner of Jason's profile.

Perfect.

April looked around, "Where's Tim?"

Jason also looked around, "Where's Tim?"

Johnny looked at Bough, "Yes, where is Mr. Timothy?"

Buff rubbed his eyes and pointed to Jason, "Isn't that Mr. Timothy?"

The four looked at each other, speechless.

They have to admit a fact.

The protagonist of this lecture, the big money maker of the trip, the young and promising young president Tim, he lost.