Chapter 1391 The Wrath of Pastry

Hiller looked at the pursuing police car through the rearview mirror without any panic in his eyes. He followed the plan and said to his collaborators on the co-pilot: "Hey, Joe, show them how awesome you are!"

"Leave it to me!"

In the vague answer, the companion, who had been high on drugs for a long time, shouted and leaned out of the window with a submachine gun.

Da da da!

The sound of submachine guns became one.

The police cars in hot pursuit were affected one after another.

To make matters worse, the driver of a police car was shot in the arm.

boom!

bang bang!

Although he tried his best to control it, the loss of control of his arm still caused the police car to directly hit the police car next to him, and then triggered a chain effect.

One police car after another collided in a row.

"Hahaha!"

"see it?"

"see it?"

"A perfect, grand show."

Joe let out a delirious cry, his finger on the trigger never released, and the muzzle of his gun kept shaking, and the bullets flew out like a goddess scattering flowers.

A sharpshooter is scary.

But a bad gunslinger is even scarier.

Because you don't know where he will shoot the bullet.

Joe is such a standout.

The previous drugs had already made his spirit so high that everything at this time, in his opinion, was nothing more than entertainment.

The entertainment program must be entertaining before it can be called entertainment.

Therefore, when one magazine was empty, Joe immediately replaced it with a new magazine.

The sound of submachine guns became the only main theme in the neighborhood in the morning, while panicked shouts and painful wails became the only accompaniments.

But, Joe didn't care.

At this time, he forgets everything.

Therefore, he did not notice the strangeness in his companion's face at all.

There is both a hint of ridicule and a harsh coldness.

When Joe was about to change the magazine again, the car suddenly stopped.

Snapped!

The magazine fell to the ground.

"Hiller what are you doing?"

Joe shouted.

But his companion didn't answer at all.

Instead, he turned the front of the car, pointed it at the police car behind him, stepped on the accelerator, and pressed the heavy package he had prepared on it, and Hiller jumped out of the car.

Hiller, who rolled twice on the ground and was only slightly injured, didn't even look at the brutal impact behind him and rushed towards the planned convenience store.

"Get away!"

boom!

Gunshots are the best intimidation. People inside the convenience store who had been frightened by the scene on the street swarmed out, while Hiller strode towards the back door of the convenience store.

There he prepared enough necessary supplies for his escape.

He was full of confidence in escaping from Rain City.

Hiller pushed open the back door of the convenience store and quickly walked towards the trash can where the bags containing escape necessities were hidden. However, the moment he opened the trash can, he was stunned.

The bag hidden here is gone.

Was it taken away?

No!

impossible!

The garbage is only cleaned here every other day, and the garbage from the convenience store is thrown in here at night.

And it's morning now. To put it simply, no one can discover what he hides here.

"Are you looking for this?"

Suddenly, a low, hoarse voice sounded from behind.

"who?!"

Hiller subconsciously turned around, aiming to point the gun behind him. However, the speed of the person standing behind him was far beyond Hiller's imagination.

Snapped!

As soon as Hiller turned around, the gun in his hand was kicked away.

then……

It’s just the shadow of legs all over the sky!

Shearer was like a small boat in a storm, sinking directly under kick after kick.

Bang bang bang!

One kick after another, the sound of bones breaking and tendons breaking, was mixed with words that made Hiller extremely puzzled.

"This kick is for my honeyed apricot mousse!"

"This kick is Christo chocolate!"

"This kick is mango kamaru!"

"This kick is matcha red bean pie!"

"This kick is half-cooked cheese pudding!"

…

Why are they all named after pastries?

Did I not pay for food?

But I don’t eat pastries!

Why is this happening?

With a mystery that could never be solved, Hiller fell to the ground and fell into a coma.

After giving the other party another kick in the face, Qin Ran stopped.

He carried the other party's backpack and walked toward the backstreet of the convenience store.

As he walked, he put all the shoes, coats and other things that might leave holes on his feet into the plastic bags prepared in advance.

When he returned to the nanny's car, he had returned to his original appearance of a black T-shirt, jeans and basketball shoes.

"drive."

After getting in the car, Kieran gave instructions directly.

"Yes, boss."

Gobauer started the car without asking any more questions.

As an ace bodyguard, Gobauer naturally knows what to ask and what not to ask.

After driving out of this neighborhood, Kieran specifically asked Gobauer to go further around, and then threw all the plastic bags in his hand and the other person's cloth bags into the trash can.

There were a lot of coins in that bag. Even though he knew it should be clean, it was of no use to Kieran and there was no burden to throw it away.

When Kieran returned to the cafe, Litton Lesty had already left with his bodyguards.

"all the best."

"Where have you been?"

Eckerd made a gesture to Kieran, and then asked casually.

"Go for a walk."

Qin Ran replied calmly.

"I thought you were going to cause trouble with those gun-toting thugs!"

Eckerd joked.

"Trouble them?"

"No, I'm not going to trouble them."

Qin Ran said seriously.

I'm going to impose sanctions.

After silently adding something in his mind, Qin Ran leaned back into the chair and closed his eyes.

Eckerd, who had roughly figured out Kieran's habits, naturally closed his mouth at this time. Similarly, the other party, who was already tired and had been frightened just now, also needed to rest and replenish his strength.

Only the make-up artist is quite energetic.

He widened his eyes and looked at Qin Ran quietly.

He always felt that Qin Ran was a little insincere.

"He must have lied."

The makeup artist who has been in contact with actors for a long time guessed with certainty, but that's it. Do you want him to question Qin Ran?

He doesn't have the guts yet.

…

At this moment, Lin An, with blood on his forehead, rushed into the back alley of the convenience store.

At one glance, the middle-aged police officer saw the inhuman bastard.

Following Lin An, the police officers who were extremely angry at first saw the person on the ground... Let's put it this way for the time being. After all, except for the shape of a person, the true face of the person in front of them was almost invisible.

"He was trampled by an elephant?"

"no no."

"Looks more like being hit by a rhino."

"awful!"

"How miserable!"

…

Lin An frowned at the whispered comments of his colleagues.

Inexplicably, a picture of a person appeared in his mind.

There is no evidence.

But it just showed up.

"call the ambulance!"

"besides……"

"Check the surrounding three blocks!"

The middle-aged police officer ordered.

Then, he turned around and ran towards the police car.

Something needs him to prove.

And, faster is better.