Chapter 473: You must wear a helmet (please collect, recommend, vote, and support)

Chapter 473: You must wear a helmet (please collect, recommend, vote, and support)

Chapter 473 You must wear a helmet (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

The motorcycle stepped on the accelerator like an arrow off the string, and the engine made a huge roar. Jin Xinian looked at the H people chasing after him with a smile on his face. The plan went smoothly.

They did not know the activation password, which turned this legendary weapon into a handicraft with a sci-fi appearance. As the conscience of the industry, how could the buyer bear such a loss? Therefore, according to BOSS’s plan, we must first start from country H. Get the activation password in your hand.

Jin Xinyian would pretend to miss and throw the weapon to the Koreans, so that they would enter the password to verify the authenticity of the weapon, and then **** the activated weapon back. And now the H people are chasing behind, it's a perfect process, except for Zhang Yijun who is inexplicable, she has hardly helped this time.

Park Woo-cheol was wearing a suit and riding a police motorcycle. The speed was not slow enough to keep up with the target in front of him. Tsim Sha Tsui was crowded with people at night. Neither of them cared about these citizens and tourists. The reason why they were still avoiding them was just Because if there is an accident, it will only slow down your speed.

Zhang Biao and two others followed behind. Wan Yang's driving skills were quite good. He swerved left and right on the busy street, but the minivan didn't miss its target.

 “How to do it?” Wan Yang turned to Zhang Biao and asked, this guy has a lot of tricks.

“Let’s check the situation first.” Although Zhang Biao said before that this might be a big fish, no one knew whether he was right or not since he hadn’t come into contact with anyone.

Wan Yang shook his head and reminded, "The main road is ahead, and this car cannot be driven." He was reminding Zhang Biao that he might lose him if he went further. He had almost stepped on the accelerator, but There was almost no change in speed except that the engine sounded like it was about to explode.

"Then let's start here and deal with this Korean stick first." Zhang Biao knew that there was no time for him to observe, so he put on his gloves and took out a shiny large spanner from the tool box on the back seat, also called Pipe pliers.

Wanyang changed gears and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The engine made a shrill whine, and the speed seemed to be much faster.

Zhang Biao shook the wrench in his hand and said, "Boy, let me tell you why you must wear a helmet when riding a motorcycle."

Park Woo-cheol’s attention was focused on the rider in front of him, and he had no idea that a burly man was staring behind him.

Bun quickly caught up with Park Woo-cheol and opened the rear door. Zhang Biao, who was also wearing a ski mask, squatted in the car and shouted, "Hit guys." and threw the pipe pliers in his hand towards Park Woo-cheol like a meteor hammer. past.

Hearing the sound, Pu Yuzhe turned his head in confusion and saw something bright and eye-catching, cold and terrifying flying over. He subconsciously shrank his neck, but regretfully did not hide away.

Facts have proved that the iron head skills trained in the H country's army are not very reliable. Park Woo-cheol's brain went blank after being hit hard. He mentally tried to hold on for a while and then fainted. His last consciousness stayed on 'I must do it next time'. Wear a helmet' on this matter.

The motorcycle of the Xiangjiang police under his crotch swayed from side to side and fell to the middle of the road with a bang. The motorcycle did not stop but continued to slide on the ground, causing sparks all the way. Park Woo-cheol fell to the ground like a rag doll. On the ground, it also slid for a distance and hit a streetlight before stopping. I wonder if it hit the ground face first.

The passers-by around him exclaimed, and they all took out their phones to call the police and took pictures.

Little Bread was still burning his last vitality in this world and rushed towards Jin Xinian.

Jin Xinian was a little confused, why did you fall down? Then he saw the van with the engine about to smoke.

He still didn't understand this, but he couldn't react anymore. A red taxi suddenly appeared in front of him, and the front wheel of the motorcycle hit the engine compartment of the taxi directly.

Zhang Biao squatted in the car and held a gleaming screwdriver. He looked inexplicably at the motorcycle rider in front of him who was flying into the air and doing various difficult turns in the air. He sucked his teeth and said, "I wipe it." , there should be no powder fractures at this time.”

Jin Xinian subconsciously curled up his body, tensed his muscles and controlled his back to land on the ground first. This was really not easy.

There was a bang, and then there was a violent impact. Jin Xinian gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain. He controlled his body sliding on the ground. He couldn't control it. He hit the billboard between his legs. This If it were confirmed, he would have no choice but to join Dongchang.

“I only want things, not people.” Zhang Biao said afterward. The big leather bag this man was carrying was really eye-catching.

Wan Yang continued to let the car use its residual heat, walked around the taxi and stopped next to the target. Jin Xinian, who was about to fall apart, subconsciously wanted to take out his gun, but his arms seemed not to obey him.

A burly man about 190cm tall got out of the car, holding a gray straight knife in his hand. Jin Xinian thought he was dead, but found that the other man just grabbed the strap of his backpack and cut it with a knife. Throw the things into the car and drive away.

Things happened very quickly. People on the street just thought there was a traffic accident and slowly gathered around. Jin Xinian endured the severe pain in his body and got up from the ground and left quickly. He was feeling very cold now. The weapon was robbed. The weapon that was obtained with so much effort was actually robbed.

 Zhang Biao looked at the huge leather bag in the van and was a little frightened. He poked the bag twice with a screwdriver and said, "Wanyang, there is good news or bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Wan Yang smiled in front, "Bad"

“You’d better listen first. This bag is handmade in Italy. It’s made of genuine leather. It’s quite valuable.”

Wan Yang looked helpless, but he couldn’t tell with the mask, “What about the bad ones?”

 Zhang Biao almost cried, "There is a bullet hole in the bag. Do you think there will be no radioactive material leaking?" This thing can kill people.

“WhatTheFuck” Wan Yang almost drove the car onto the sidewalk. Even if he was uneducated, he still knew what the situation was. Umbrella had received corresponding training.

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At the same time, Xu Chuan was already standing on the roadside and watching the excitement, "Leak? It's okay, I will help you burn the paper." Xu Chuan held the phone and wanted to scold this idiot, "Who asked you to rob this thing? ?”

 “Boss, stop joking.”

“Who are you kidding me? I have a Geiger counter in my bag. Please take it out and check whether there is any radiation.” This guy is often unreliable.

 “You didn’t say there was such a thing either.”

 After a while, "Hahaha, boss, it's okay, the radiation level is normal.", Yu Sheng's laughter came from the other side of the phone.

 “Psycho” Xu Chuan hung up the phone and didn’t want to talk to him. In his opinion, that thing is probably fake.

 Xu Chuan continued to focus on the scene of the exchange of fire between the CTRU and the arms dealers. At this time, it was already in chaos, not only inside the blocked area, but also the pedestrians and spectators outside were affected.

 “Notify the Fire Department”

CTRU Chief Superintendent Li Yanming was really worried this time. He got out of the command vehicle with a sad expression. It seemed that he also knew that he was in trouble this time.

Most of the arms dealers were shot dead, but a few managed to escape in the chaos.

“What the **** is going on?” Li Yanming grabbed a police officer and shouted.

The police officer, who had just woken up from dizziness, coughed and answered his question, "Someone threw more than a dozen shock bombs at the scene, and also threw incendiary bombs at our vehicles." This series of unexpected events. Let those arms dealers escape successfully.

 Xu Chuan was squatting behind a food stall. He was not trying to avoid the police but saw an acquaintance, Sister Ada from the Violent Church. This woman's waist-length blond hair was simply too conspicuous in the crowd.

He watched with his own eyes as the woman ran to the second floor of the building behind her and threw a large bag of shock bombs and incendiary bombs at the police to create chaos and help the arms dealers escape.

 Xu Chuan held his chin. The appearance of Ada showed that the CIA had intervened. Otherwise, how could this woman come to Xiangjiang?

 (End of this chapter)