The Devil’s Cage Chapter 68: Rage of pastries

Shearer looked at the police car after the rearview mirror. There was no panic in both eyes. He said to the co-pilot collaborators according to the plan: "Hey, Joe, give them a look! "

"Leave it to me!"

In the vague answer, the companion who has been nibbling. Yao. Nibbi, while shouting, leaned out of the window while carrying a submachine gun.

Dada!

The sound of the submachine guns were connected.

Possibly chasing police cars have been affected.

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

Boom!

Boom!

Although I tried my best to control it, the loss of control of my arm still caused the police car to directly hit the police car next to me. Then, it caused a chain effect.

One police car after another collided.

"Hahaha Ha!"

"Did you see it?"

"Did you see it?"

"A perfect, grand show."

Joe shouted unconsciously, and the finger on the trigger was not loosened from beginning to end. His muzzle kept shaking, and the bullets flew out like a celestial girl.

A **** gunner is terrible.

But a crappy gunner is even scarier.

Because, you don’t even know where he will shoot the bullet.

Joe is such a leader.

The previous drugs have already made his spirits soaring to the sky, and everything at this time, in his opinion, is nothing more than a fun show.

A cheering program must be happy before it can be called a cheering program.

Therefore, when the bullets of one magazine were fired, Joe immediately replaced it with a new magazine.

The sound of the submachine gun became the main theme of the morning block Unique/only, and the panic shouting and the painful wailing became the only accompaniment.

However, Joe doesn't care.

At this time, he forgot.

So, he didn't even notice the strange appearance in his companion's face.

There is a little sarcasm, but also a harsh coldness.

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

Pap!

The magazine fell to the ground.

"What are you doing, Hiller?"

Joy shouted.

But his companion didn't answer at all.

Instead, he turned the head of the car, aimed at the police car behind him, stomped on the throttle with one foot, and after he had prepared the package with heavy objects on it, Hiller jumped.

Tumbled twice on the ground. Shear, who was only slightly injured, did not see the violent impact behind her, so she rushed to the planned convenience store.

"Go away!"

Boom!

The gunshot is the best threat. People in the convenience store that have been terrified by a scene on the street rushed out, and Hiller was striding toward the back door of the convenience store.

He prepared enough escape essentials there.

Fleeing from Rain City, he is confident.

Shearer pushed open the back door of the convenience store and hurried towards the trash bin containing the bags of escape essentials, but when the trash bin was opened, the whole person froze.

The bags hidden here are gone.

Take away?

No!

Not possible!

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

And this is the morning. Simply put, no one can find what he hides here.

"Are you looking for this?"

Suddenly, a deep, hoarse voice sounded behind him.

"Who?!"

When Hiller turned subconsciously, the muzzle was pointing behind him. However, the speed of the person standing behind him was far faster than Hiller's imagination.

Pap!

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

Next...

It's the shadow of the sky!

Shearer seemed to be a small boat in a storm, and it was sunk after another kick.

Boom!

One foot after another, the bone tear muscles folds with a sentence that is utterly puzzled by Hiller.

"This foot is for my honeyed apricot mousse!"

"This foot is Reese chocolate!"

"This foot is mango kamalu!"

"This leg is matcha red bean pie!"

"This foot is half-cooked cheese pudding!"

......

Why are all pastry names?

Did I not pay for food?

But I don’t eat pastries!

Why is this happening?

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

After giving him another foot, Kieran stopped.

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

Walk while walking, put the shoes, coats and other things that may leave flaws in the feet, all in a plastic bag prepared in advance.

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

"Drive."

Getting in the car, Kieran ordered directly.

"Yes, boss."

Gebriel started the car without asking more.

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

After driving out of this block, Kieran specifically instructed Gebriel to go further, before throwing all the plastic bags and the other’s cloth bags into the trash.

There are a lot of coins in the cloth bag. Even if you know that it should be clean, it is useless for Kieran, and it is not burdensome to throw.

When Kieran returned to the cafe again, Litton Lesti had already left with his bodyguard.

"Everything went well."

"Where have you been?"

Akede gestured to Kieran, and then asked casually.

"Go out and walk."

Kieran Motionless's **** answer.

"I thought you would find the trouble with those guns thug!"

Akede is kidding~IndoMTL.com~ trouble finding them? "

"No, I will not trouble them."

Kieran said very seriously.

I am sanctioning.

After making a silent addition, Kieran leaned into the chair and closed both eyes.

The Akede that has been used to the Kieran is roughly closed at this time. It is natural to close his mouth. Similarly, the other party who is tired and frightened just now needs to rest and add Stamina.

Only the makeup artist is energetic.

He stared at both eyes, quietly looking at Kieran.

He always feels that Kieran is a little insincere.

"He must have lied."

The makeup artist who has been in contact with the actor for a long time is extremely sure, but that's it. You want him to question Kieran?

He doesn't have the courage yet.

......

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

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

Following Lin An, the policemen who were incomparably Wrath were seeing people on the ground... Let’s just put it this way, after all, the people in front of us, except for the shape of a person, can hardly see their true colors.

"He was trampled by an elephant?"

"No, no."

"It looks more like it was hit by Rhinoceros."

"Miserable!"

"What a miserable!"

......

The colleague's low voice made Lin An frown.

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

There is no evidence.

But it just appeared.

"Call an ambulance!"

"And..."

"Check the three blocks around!"

The middle-aged police officer ordered.

Then he turned and ran towards the police car.

Something needs him to confirm.

And, the sooner the better.