The door of the underground garage of the Ross District Villa slowly rose, and the streamlined black body exposed from the gap in the rise of the garage door. The roar of the engine was like the roar of a beast, and the strength and elegance, toughness and roundness blended into the body.

The girl An Ning held the little boy and stood on the edge of the sports car, lifted her hair from her sideburns and put it on her delicate ears, and her cold eyes looked at the man with a strong smell of blood, Bai Yang.

She never thought she would be let go like this. The place where this man walked was always accompanied by killing and blood. She didn't even want to live, as long as the boy survived.

Bai Yang felt the girl's gaze, but didn't care at all. His hand was placed on the hilt of Tang Heng's knife.

"Zheng!"

The blade was unsheathed, like a mirror, reflecting the face of the poplar, and his eyes looked at each other between reality and illusion.

Bai Yang was examining himself. He still remembered the powerlessness he felt when he first faced the evil ghost a few hours ago, and had no power to resist at all.

But at that time, he seemed to fall into a dream world and saw many strange pictures, a picture that completely goes against common sense, but he felt that everything in the picture was normal at that time.

Something seemed to tell him that he should take a step forward, and he needs strength now.

So Bai Yang followed the voice in his heart, took that step, and got the power he wanted.

Even at that moment, Bai Yang felt that he could become stronger, or that he should become stronger, as powerful as a god.

But a voice told him that it was not yet time.

"I really have a problem."

Bai Yang looked at himself in the blade reflected in the shadow of the blade and said in his heart that he had already felt the terrifying power in himself. The terrifying feeling and the intuition that was almost the sixth sense were definitely not accidental.

Bai Yang couldn't help but recall what the master said in this Tang sword: Now is a contest between us people on the road to the gods.

What is the road to the gods?

Is the way to achieve the gods?

Is this the reason why the Tang Dao Master is equally powerful?

Did I become stronger because of the path to the gods?

"Zheng!"

Tang Hengdao suddenly returned to the sheath, Bai Yang took a deep breath and did not continue thinking about it. He would know one day.

There are still many important things to do tonight, after all... He has provoked so many people, and these people will not let him live quietly in this world.

"boom!"

On the side, the black supercar's engine roared again.

Spielberg sat in the driver's seat, gently stroked the steering wheel of the sports car with his palm, and couldn't help but feel excited in his tone: "Since I came in that day, I saw this baby, but I didn't have the chance to drive. Listen to the roar of this big baby, it's great."

Bai Yang looked at Spielberg's excitement without any gamble, but just reached out to pat the door of the sports car, without any expression:

"Get to the co-pilot!"

Spielberg's whole body stiffened, like a duck that was strangled, but he really didn't have the courage to reason with Bai Yang, so Spielberg had to honestly change to the co-pilot.

Bai Yang reached out and pulled open the car door of the driver, sat in, and inserted the Tang Heng knife in his hand directly into the gap beside the seat. He did not change his clothes, nor did he clearly see the blood on his body. Tonight's banquet was not over yet, so there was no need to remove his armor. Taking off his armor was something that happened after he walked off the battlefield.

Close the car door, Bai Yang listened to the engine under his seat roaring like a beast. He felt that he was gradually excited, as if the blood in his heart was boiling. His eyes narrowed, and his narrow eyes were like a squinting tiger.

“This night is destined to be unforgettable.”

Spielberg could feel the excitement of Poplar, just like the bloodthirsty lion before hunting. He couldn't help but take a breath. He didn't know whether it was difficult to forget tonight, but his intuition told Spielberg that it would be very exciting tonight. The person around him was never a sedate person.

Driving such a cool sports car, Spielberg was really afraid that this guy would do something crazy.

"Sir Joe... where are we going now?" Spielberg called Poplar the name of this world for the first time. After hesitating for a while, he couldn't help but add a respectful title.

Bai Yang glanced at Spielberg and held the steering wheel with both hands: "Qiao Yuanshan is dead, now I'm called... Bai Yang."

He, Bai Yang, never despised living under other people's names. Since you want to arrest me, kill me, and destroy me, then come and want my real name!

The name Qiao Zhiwen may be very brilliant, but the name Bai Polish will be even more brilliant in the future.

It's just an evil dragon, I will become the most terrifying dragon.

Spielberg carefully turned his head and said, "Does the name Poplar have any special meaning?"

"In my hometown, there is a poem in it. There is a saying that I like very much, which describes Poplar: I will live for thousands of years and never die after death. I will never fall for thousands of years and will never fall for thousands of years." Poplar's hoarse voice sounded.

"Isn't you dead?" Spielberg asked carefully.

Bai Yang did not answer him, but took a deep breath, enjoying the last tranquility under the night, then let go of the handbrake, and a hoarse voice sounded.

"The first stop tonight - the General Administration of the Police Department of Rota City, fasten your seat belts, and Rota City will be particularly lively tonight."

General Administration of the Rota City Police Department?

Spielberg felt his heart beat faster.

Wait... Did I hear something wrong?

What are you, the chief prisoner of the Insit Empire, going to the General Administration of the Rota City Police Department?

But before Spielberg asked this, a huge back-pushing feeling appeared on him, almost lifting him away from the seat.

The engine, like a war horse, roared like a monster roaring in the night. The next moment, the dark sports car, like a monster, rushed out of the garage like a horse that broke free from its reins.

The girl An Ning looked at the car taillights that disappeared in the distance, feeling indescribable.

………

The Rose District at night was silent without any sound, and there were no pedestrians or vehicles on the streets, but on this night, a pitch-black sports car tore the tranquility of all this and drove towards the center of Rota City.

The speed above the black sports car dashboard exceeded one hundred in an instant, and approached two hundred at a crazy speed.

Bai Yang's expression did not change at all, but he just stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. Everything was pulled to a very slow speed in his eyes, and the dust raised on the body could be clearly seen.

But Spielberg has now begun to regret not having a seat belt tied. If he hits an obstacle at a speed of 200 kilometers per hour, can the seat belt save his life?

"Do you have to drive so fast?" Spielberg held his seat belt, like a child who was more than 300 pounds and was a little anxious. He felt a little afraid of the highway.

Bai Yang didn't turn his head back, and the steering wheel in his hand quickly turned, and the rear of the car swung, leaving a slender brake mark on the ground, and said coldly:

"Do you think we're on vacation?"

Spielberg stopped talking. He covered his mouth firmly with one hand to prevent his vomiting, and inserted his seat belt with lightning speed.

The black sports car passed through the street at a crazy speed, causing a whirlwind, passing by a police car parked on the street at night. The speedometer number at the window of the police car jumped wildly, and finally the number "251" was displayed.

The sleepy policeman suddenly woke up under the roaring sound of the engine, glanced at the numbers on the speedometer, and showed an incredible look.

Bai Yang glanced at the police car with the national emblem of the Insit Empire, and had no intention of stopping. He didn't need to avoid anyone tonight, the more lively the better.

After the rapid red taillights of the black sports car quickly disappeared from the police car's vision, the police car slowly started, the sirens flashed, and the police officer in the car took out the intercom and said:

“0012, Ross District, North Rona Street has a supercar speeding at 251 km/h.”

"Have you taken the license plate?"

"The speed is too fast and I haven't taken it. I'll follow you now and pay attention."

Soon, not only did someone find a black supercar racing wildly under the night, but in the entire Ross area, more than a dozen police cars that were originally patrolling and surrounding "Qiao Zhiwen", all discovered this supercar, which was rampant on the street at an almost crazy speed.

More than a dozen police cars began to join the pursuit team one after another. The red and blue lights kept flashing, and the entire street seemed to be bustling at this moment.

Spielberg soon discovered the police car behind him, and he immediately abandoned the awareness that he might be hit and killed at the super high speed.

"There are police cars chasing us behind. Can we hurry up?"

"Get the seat firmly!"

Bai Yang stepped on the accelerator again, and the speed of the black supercar increased again. At the crazy speed, the police car behind him soon could not even see the taillights.

This is the real crazy speed and the real crazy start.

………

On the other side, dim street lights illuminate the messy streets, Calvin Bar's billboards were still flashing, fragments of the huge glass door of the bar were scattered all over the ground, and all kinds of small objects that people left behind when they hurriedly fled.

Inside Calvin Bar, the cut-off pistol fell to the ground, stained with blood. There were huge terrifying knife marks scattered on the police car in Rota City. It can be vaguely seen that the terrifying knife marks were caused by some extremely sharp weapon driven by huge force.

There were corpses scattered around the vehicle, each of which was only a fatal wound. It was killed with one knife, so precise and terrifying, just like the remnant scene of a top predator hunting.

bloody!

brutal!

I heard that the Jinjian layer in the northeast of the Han Empire sometimes carries out this kind of killing. In many cases, it is not necessary to hunt, but just hunting instinct.

At the center of the cordon, Kent Roosevelt stood on the edge of a pool of blood in a black windbreaker, looked at the corpses all over the ground, took a deep breath, but still couldn't ask calmly: "What happened?"

Kent Roosevelt could hardly imagine what these people had encountered before they died to cause this scene in front of them.

You should know that this is a fully armed Inst Empire Police Station squad, but at this time they were wiped out, as if they were suddenly attacked by an elite squad while rushing into Calvin Bar.

But the wounds of the corpse on the ground seemed to tell Kent Roosevelt that they were not encountering the so-called elite squad, but monsters holding cold weapons.

Someone slaughtered the group of people with weapons in his hand.

The person standing next to Kent Roosevelt was responsible for cleaning the scene paused, and seemed to feel a little confused about how to speak. He was silent for a while before explaining:

"They... met Qiao Zhiwen."

Meet Qiao Zhiwen?

Just because I met Qiao Zhiwen?

Kent Roosevelt looked at the corpses all over the ground and could not imagine how the fugitive defeated the squad head-on. This was not in prison, nor was it a sudden attack.

It was because the Site Empire Police Department took the initiative to attack and faced a person, and even this person did not possess a firearm, but was wiped out.

This is something that shouldn't have happened, but it just happened.

Kent Roosevelt took a deep breath, suppressing his inner shock and said, "Are there any witnesses?"

"Well... Gladstone Vanlundin, the head of Rose District, is alive, but..."

The police officer in charge of cleaning the scene paused and pointed to his head, "It seems that something was wrong with him."

When Kent Roosevelt met Gladstone Vanlundine, Gladstone Vanlundine still had a strong and pungent smell, not blood, but an incontinent smell.

Gladstone Vanlundin's eyes were dull, and there was no sign of any fluctuation in his expression. His mouth opened slightly and he didn't move.

"Constable Gladstone, are you okay?"

Kent Roosevelt asked, bent down and covered his mouth and nose with a hand towel.

Gladstone cried as if she was stimulated by something, "Die! They are all dead..."

An old man in his fifties cried so hard that he couldn't ask anything.

Kent Roosevelt's mood was extremely bad. He could even imagine what the headlines of the newspaper in Rota City tomorrow would be, and it would be "The Rose District Police Squad was destroyed, the captain was crazy, and the crime demon Qiao Zhiwen publicly provoked."

"What else have you found?"

The person in charge of cleaning said: "Joe Zhiwen broke into the second floor of Calvin Bar through the window, and then slaughtered the outer staff of the old hyena, and directly knocked on the wall to kill Stephen Weili, the new boss of the old hyena gang. Later, it is said that he fought with someone and rushed into the bar hall and killed the man, and then Gladstone Police and the others arrived, but strangely, we did not find the man's body."

Kent Roosevelt frowned and said, "A vanishing body?"

The person in charge of cleaning nodded and said, "Yes, maybe more than one. When Qiao Zhiwen was the first to enter the room, we found blood, but there were still no bodies."

When will the body disappear?

When is it covering up, who wants to cover up everything that happened?

The Old Hyena Gang? Or Qiao Zhiwen? Or someone else.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Kent Roosevelt's mind, and then he said, "Where is that team?"

"Is it sure... Qiao Zhiwen killed it alone?"

The cleaning staff looked at Gladstone Vanlundine who was still crying and said, "There is no surveillance video in the hall. After all, this is the place of the old Hyena Gang. Only Sheriff Gladstone knows what is really going on."

Kent Roosevelt frowned. This was not really good news. At this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang and Kent Roosevelt connected the cell phone.

“Racing?”

Kent Roosevelt's brow turned into a twist in an instant.

"When is it time to call me when racing? "

"What?"

During the phone call, Kent Roosevelt only heard one sentence: It was Qiao Zhiwen who was racing, and the look he was looking forward to now was the center of Rota City.

The wind at night became heavy at some point, and Kent Roosevelt's windbreaker was blowing. He held his cell phone in one hand and looked up at the bright lights in the center of Rota City.

Kent Roosevelt felt his anger flowing out like an uncontrollable one.

This is a provocation!

This is definitely a provocation!

Pressing the phone, Kent Roosevelt suppressed his anger.
Chapter completed!