The Devil’s Cage

Chapter 1391 The Wrath of Pastry

Hiller looked at the police car that was chasing through the rearview mirror. There was no panic in his eyes. He said to the co-operator on the co-pilot as planned: "Hey, Joe, give them a good look!"

"Give it to me!"

In the ambiguous answer, the companion who had already smashed the medicine. He shouted and slammed his body into the window while squatting at the submachine gun.

Da da da!

The sound of the submachine guns became a piece.

The police cars that have been chasing after them have been affected.

More unfortunately, the driver of a police car was shot in the arm.

boom!

Hey!

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

One after another police car collided in a chain.

"Ha ha ha!"

"see it?"

"see it?"

“A perfect, grand show.”

Joe sent out an unconscious shout, and the finger on the trigger did not loosen from beginning to end. His muzzle was constantly swaying, and the bullets flew like a maiden flower.

A sharpshooter is terrible.

But a crappy gunman is even more terrible.

Because, you don't even know where he will shoot the bullets.

Joe is such a leader.

The previous medicine has already made his spirits soar to the sky. Everything at this time, in his opinion, is nothing more than a program of entertainment.

The program must be happy and can be called a boost.

Therefore, when a bullet was shot, Joe immediately put on a new magazine.

The sound of the submachine gun became the only main theme in the morning block, and the panic and painful mourning became the only accompaniment.

But Joe doesn't care.

This time he forgot to do so.

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

There is both sarcasm and harshness.

When Joe was ready to change the magazine, the car suddenly slammed.

Snapped!

The magazine fell to the ground.

"What are you doing with Hiller?"

Joe shouted.

But his companion did not answer at all.

Instead, he turned the front of the car, aimed at the police car behind him, and stepped on the gas pedal with one foot. After the package that had been prepared and loaded with heavy objects was pressed on it, Hiller jumped.

Rolling on the ground for two laps, only the lightly injured Hiller did not look at the tragic impact behind him, so he rushed to the convenience store in the plan.

"Get out!"

boom!

The gunshots were the best threat, and the convenience store had already been flocked out by the frightened people on the street, and Hiller was striding toward the back door of the convenience store.

There he prepared enough fleeing necessities.

Escaped from the rainy city, he was full of confidence.

Shearer pushed the back door of the convenience store and walked quickly to the bin with the bag of the essentials for escape, but when the bin was opened, the whole person was stunned.

The bag hidden here is gone.

Was it taken away?

Do not!

impossible!

Every other day, the garbage will be cleaned up, and the garbage in the convenience store will be thrown in at the same time.

And now it’s morning. Simply put, no one can find out what he is hiding here.

"Are you looking for this?"

Suddenly, a low, hoarse voice rang behind him.

"Who?!"

Shearer turned subconsciously, and the muzzle was pointing behind him. However, the speed of the person standing behind him was far beyond Hiller’s imagination.

Snapped!

Hiller just turned and the gun in his hand was kicked.

then……

It’s the sky!

Hiller seemed to be a boat in the storm, and it was directly sunk after being kicked in one after another.

Hey!

One foot and one foot, the sound of broken bones and ribs, mixed with a sentence that makes Hiller very incomprehensible.

"This foot is for my sweet honey mousse!"

"This foot is Christo Chocolate!"

"This foot is Mango Kamalu!"

"This foot is Matcha Red Bean Pie!"

"This foot is a half-ripe cheese pudding!"

......

Why are the names of pastries?

Did I eat anything without giving money?

But I don't eat cakes!

Why is this happening?

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

After giving the other person a face, Qin Ran stopped.

He glared at the other's backpack and walked toward the convenience store backstreet.

While walking, the shoes, coats, etc. on the feet may leave flaws, all in a plastic bag prepared in advance.

When he returned to the nanny car again, he had already changed back to the original black T-shirt, jeans and basketball shoes.

"Drive."

When I got on the bus, Qin Ran told me.

"Yes, boss."

Gobauer did not ask for more questions to start the car.

As an ace bodyguard, Goebau naturally knows what to ask and what to ask.

After driving out of this block, Qin Ran specifically ordered Gobauer to go a little further, and then threw all the plastic bags in his hand and the other's bags into the trash can.

There is a lot of coins in that bag, even if it knows it should be clean, but it is useless to Qin Ran, throwing it without burden.

When Qin Ran returned to the cafe again, Litton Lester had left with a bodyguard.

"all the best."

"Where have you been?"

Aikede made a gesture to Qin Ran and then asked casually.

"Go out and go."

Qin Ran answered quietly.

"I thought you would go to the troubles of gunmen!"

Aikede is joking.

"Looking for their troubles?"

"No, I won't find trouble with them."

Qin Ran said very seriously.

I am going to sanction.

After silently filling up the sentence, Qin Ran leaned into the chair and closed his eyes.

At this time, Ikede, who has been accustomed to knowing Qin’s habits, naturally closed his mouth. Similarly, he was exhausted, and he was also shocked by the other party. He also needed rest to replenish his strength.

Only the makeup artist is still energetic.

He widened his eyes and quietly looked at Qin Ran.

He always felt that Qin Ran was a bit insincere.

"He must have lied."

The make-up artist who has been in contact with the actors for a long time is very sure to guess, but it is like this. You want him to question Qin Ran?

He still has no courage.

......

At this time, Lin An, who had blood on his forehead, rushed to the back alley of the convenience store.

At a glance, the middle-aged police officer saw the uninformed bastard.

Behind Lin An, the policemen who were incomparably angry were seeing the people on the ground... Let's just say this. After all, the people in front of them can hardly see their true colors except the shape of one person.

"He was stepped on by the elephant?"

"no no."

“It looks more like being hit by a rhinoceros.”

"awful!"

"True!"

......

The whispering arguments of the peers made Lin An brow wrinkle.

Inexplicable, a picture of a person emerged in his mind.

There is no evidence.

But it is there.

"call the ambulance!"

"and also……"

“Troubleshoot the three neighborhoods around!”

The middle-aged police officer told him.

Then he turned and ran towards the police car.

Something needs him to confirm.

And, the sooner the better.

(End of this chapter)