Lights and darkness came from afar, as well as vague gunshots.

The guys who were hooked by money were already ready to move, and the gunshots of conflict were like sounding the horn of attack.

Jiang Yuan knew in his heart that a bloody conflict was inevitable tonight.

Beep beep beep!

Zhao Wenhui drove the rented broken car and rushed to the door, honking the horn inside.

Jiang Yuan knew that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time. Although it was easy to deal with these minions with his ability, a gentleman would not stand a dangerous wall.

After all, this is the other party's territory, not the time to show off a hero. If someone gets shot in the dark, it will be too late to regret it.

"Stop it!"

Jerry suddenly yelled, staring at Jiang Yuan with red eyes, and said with dissatisfaction.

"I don't believe in any bullshit kung fu at all. It's all fooling people on TV. Let you taste my fist!"

He roared and swung his straight punch, hitting Jiang Yuan's cheek.

But the next second he had a flash before his eyes, and Jiang Yuan disappeared, and then appeared behind him like a ghost.

“Kung Fu is always true.”

Jiang Yuan stretched out his finger and poked Jerry's back head. He trembled all over and fell heavily to the ground.

"Brother Yuan, come quickly!"

Zhao Wenhui urged anxiously outside the door. There were already a group of guys in the distance, rushing over with weapons in their hands.

Jiang Yuan took two steps at once, and a graceful step jumped into the car through the window.

Zhao Wenhui kicked the accelerator to the end, and the car rushed out like a wild bison that broke free.

Crackling.

A series of gunfire sounded in the darkness, trying to keep them, but due to poor vision, most of the bullets hit the air, and a few bullets hit the unimportant places.

I ran all the way out and left the motel, returned to the highway, drove for nearly half an hour, and my ears finally calmed down.

Liu Wentao sat in the passenger seat, his messy eyes slowly calmed down, and he let out a long breath and said complaining.

"These guys are really stupid and don't even let me sleep well. Fortunately, although the car looks quite broken, it's reliable at critical moments. It's okay to drive so far."

As soon as he finished speaking, the broken car that was originally running wildly suddenly became staggering. After a few grunts, he slowly stopped on the side of the road.

The three of them stared at each other, and they were speechless for a moment.

Jiang Yuan glanced at Liu Wentao and said angrily.

"Your crow mouth is really useful. Let's say less next time."

Liu Wentao was in tears. He felt that he had been in a Mercury retrograde recently and had his luck to the extreme.

The three of them looked around. It was still the middle of the night. There was a bright moon hanging in the sky. The surroundings were so quiet that it was suffocating. There was even a vague cry of wolves in the distance.

A cold wind mixed with the smell of sand and dust blew, and the three of them couldn't help but tremble.

Zhao Wenhui checked the car and said with a wry smile.

"The engine exploded. It must be because it ran too fast just now. This classic car couldn't bear it. You can't fix it with the tools we have at hand."

When Liu Wentao heard this, he was immediately desperate. He took out the map he had bought before, glanced at it in the moonlight, and muttered to himself.

"The nearest big city is more than 300 kilometers away. With our legs, the daylily will be cold."

Jiang Yuan frowned secretly, and the roof was leaking and raining. His luck was a bit outrageous recently.

Zhao Wenhui cheered up and shook his head and said.

"It's not that I can't walk over. There are a lot of broken cars in the United States and the expressways often break down. Let's walk forward first. Maybe we can meet someone and let us take a ride."

He quickly removed the seat cushion on the broken car, used a bold marker, wrote a line for help, and tied it to his back with a rope.

In this way, the passers-by can see clearly!

Liu Wentao also accepted his fate, carrying bread in his left hand and sausage in his right hand. He walked along the expressway with Jiang Yuan.

It took four hours to go, and light was faintly shining from the sky, but I still didn't meet anyone who was willing to take a ride.

Liu Wentao's legs were trembling with exhaustedness. He finally saw a big rock on the side of the road. He sat on it and refused to stand up no matter what he said.

"I'm so tired, let's take a break first. This is enough to catch Tang Sanzang's pursuit of the Western Paradise."

Zhao Wenhui and Jiang Yuan looked at each other, and there was no way to deal with this guy, so they could only stop for a while and take a rest.

Jiang Yuan took out the map from his arms and glanced roughly. Since they had submitted a wanted order, they did not dare to cross the market, so they specifically chose remote roads.

Not to mention a car rental store here, there are not even a place to rest except for a few motels.

The three of them were resting on the side of the road when suddenly the sound of brakes came in their ears. A black pickup truck stopped not far away.

"People, it seems you need help?"

A tall and strong man jumped out of the cab and asked enthusiastically.

Liu Wentao, who had been exhausted, was happier than seeing his own father. He stood up and nodded excitedly.

"Yes, please take us for a ride. I'm so tired."

The strong man ignored him, turned his eyes to Jiang Yuan, and said with a smile.

"If you want me to take you away, just hand over the ring."

As soon as this said, the three of them changed their colors at the same time. Unexpectedly, they could still smell the fishy smell when they hid in this remote mountain.

Liu Wentao, who was originally smiling, suddenly picked up the bread bag in his hand and swung it hard on the other party's head.

"Ring, ring! Stop your mother's fingers! Go to death!"

The tall man didn't even raise his eyelids, and he grabbed Liu Wentao's wrist with his backhand, pulled forward with force, and then dragged it with the flow.

Click!

There was a clear sound of bone shattering from Liu Wentao's arm. As soon as he met, his shoulders were removed.

The tall man smiled and said slowly.

"I will introduce myself. I am Cia's boss Bronchi. If you want to survive, hand over the things obediently, otherwise this will be your burial place."

Zhao Wenhui's face changed, fear appeared in his eyes, and he lowered his voice and said quietly.

"Brother Yuan, this guy is very terrible. I have heard people say that he used to be the champion of five consecutive boxing competitions. There are countless masters who have died at his hands. Don't fight them."

Jiang Yuan frowned, and on Bronchi, he clearly felt a strong sense of oppression.

This feeling is only found in Uncle Feng!
Chapter completed!