Hidden Assassin: Section 4-6 City Fireworks

"Yeah----whoo----"

As the two policemen watched, the rocket blasted out, and the flaming flame passed by the police car, rushing to the convoy that was rushing to the corner of the street at the moment.

In the sound of the explosion, the air wave rolled over, and the car at the end was overturned by the rocket. The flame of the explosion rose more than two feet high, and the other three cars stumbled and drove through the bend. Dao, one of them couldn't turn in time and smashed through the wall of a nearby villa. The car didn't look back, and rushed from the other side's garden lifelessly to the other side. After a while, I heard another car coming from a distance. The sound of hitting the wall was probably hitting the road from the other side.

The flames were burning, and the people inside should have been blown to death. At this time, they were burning to ashes. Jia Ming put down the bazooka and just stood there watching the chaos silently. The policeman with guns was dumbfounded. Looking at him, the one hiding behind the police car looks at the hole in the wall behind, and then at Jia Ming who is holding a bazooka here, looking at this brutal scene, the other person is holding more of it only in the movie. The heavy weapons they have fired, they are equipped with a Type 64, and they have not carried any extra bullets, so they dare not act recklessly.

So the three people stood there.

Until the sound of the car rushing out from the other side of the other person, Jia Ming curled his lips: "Imported car..." He threw the bazooka into Santana's back seat, glanced over the two policemen, and turned around. The car.

Sitting in the driving position, Dongfang Wan was hiding beside the tires on this side, glancing at him with some flickering eyes, and then she retreated to the side of the road as if she had first awakened from a dream. Jia Ming looked at her a few times and opened the door: "Do you want to hitchhike?"

"Ah...that...no, still...or not..."

It was probably because he suddenly regarded Jiaming as a character like the Great Demon King. Dongfang Wan waved her hand. At this time, her expression was extremely complicated. Jiaming looked at her and finally laughed: "Goodbye..." Smiling and saying goodbye, Dongfang Wan's expression gradually calmed down: "Uh..."

"Thank you for always inviting me to play."

With a smile. Jia Ming closed the car door, waved his hand, the car moved, turned a big turn, and then rushed through the flames, finally. Disappeared at the corner of the road.

It seemed to be caught by some inexplicable emotion. Dongfang Wan stood there. Watching the car go far away. Thinking of that smile and goodbye. The eye sockets are slightly moist. Suddenly felt it at that moment. They may be for a long time. It’s impossible to see you again...

Two cars drove up the main city road. Then merged with a car coming out on the other side. Ying Zifeng sat in the back seat of the middle car. Looking at the surrounding vehicles, pedestrians on both sides of the road began to increase. Protected area agents are all around him. Then Gu Jiaming didn't look like he caught up. Only then gradually relieved his mind. I only heard what my father and elder brother said on the phone, and he was probably surrounded by a large number of agents. He also didn't know how Gu Jiaming suddenly became so fierce. But here is domestic. Give him the courage to attack a large group of agents in such a street. Kill blatantly.

"He, **** it. This, this...what the **** is going on. I want revenge. Transfer someone over immediately. Anyone will do. You must catch him... He killed so many people. No need at all. Caught. Killed on the spot! Killed on the spot..."

His fingers trembled in the air. As if already seeing the scene where Jia Ming was shot to death. In fact. Regarding the Shazhu Gangdi. Especially Gu Jiaming. Ying Zilan knew that his brother was unhappy with him. Once told him once. It probably means that there is some background behind Jia Mingdi. Not too easy to mess with. Let him not do anything lightly. This was originally a very kind advice. But since he remembered, he was very upset with this brother who had robbed him of all the limelight. Every conversation is cynic. In other words, it was interrupted in the first half. Ying Zilan put these advices on his side. It seems to have turned into contempt and contempt.