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Chapter 164 The Wrong Driver (Please Subscribe)

163 Wrong Driver
"It seems that your friend is not very reliable!"

Looking at the scene outside the window, patrol police with live ammunition were set up at several major intersections, making it clear that they were targeting this gun throwing case, Zeng Shui couldn't help sighing, and joked.

"He's usually quite reliable, how could he be like this?"

Chino looked a little embarrassed. It was he who swore yesterday that there was nothing wrong with these guns, so that everyone could use them with confidence. He did not expect the slap in the face to come so quickly.

"Let's say a few words less, Coffee, we don't seem to be able to get out today, they shouldn't find us so quickly."

Bai Feng was also observing the scene outside the window, and said calmly, but Kino was looking at the phone dully, and muttered: "Unlucky, really unlucky, we are the only ones who have bought toys from my friend recently, which means What are you wearing?"

"This means that Scotland Yard is only targeting us! Those who have bought toys before are not within the scope of their investigation!"

"Shh!"

Bai Feng immediately pulled off Chino's sleeve and looked at the driver's seat in front. The driver didn't seem to pay attention to the situation in the back seat and was still concentrating on driving. Just as he was about to say something, Chino's expression became serious, and his eyes kept switching between the driver's seat and the phone screen.

In the end, Chino simply pulled out his pistol, pointed it at the driver through the headrest, and said in a cold voice, "Who are you? You are definitely not the driver. You have only two choices now, or tell us where you came from." Tell me, either you can just take poison and kill yourself, or I will definitely make you regret coming to this world!"

Although Bai Feng and Zeng Shui didn't see anything wrong with the driver, they still chose to trust Chino's judgment, pulled out the pistol neatly, loaded it, and carefully guarded it.

"How did you find me?"

The driver's arms trembled a little, but he was generally calm. He gently held the steering wheel with his left hand, and with the help of the door, he subconsciously groped under the seat with his right hand.

"Don't move! Continue to follow the original route!"

Chino unceremoniously gripped the pistol holster backwards, and hit the driver's head hard with the grip. Obviously, the driver's small movements did not escape his eyes.

"Let me guess. First of all, we must have met. I have an impression of you, but I can't remember where you are from. First of all, exclude Maozi. They are very reckless. They don't think about borrowing a taxi to hide their identity, MI5? CIA? Um, no."

Seeing the driver obediently put his hands on the steering wheel, a malicious smile appeared on Chino's face. If it weren't for the fact that the layout of the taxi was so strange that it was inconvenient to climb to the front row, Chino would have said nothing. Gotta grab the driver by the neck and start the interrogation.

"You probably don't come from these established institutions. If so, the patrolmen just came here long ago, and now we are still safe. You can only come from an unofficial organization, or you would have called someone when your identity was exposed!"

Kino stared at the headrest of the driver's seat with piercing eyes, analyzed calmly, and then shouted loudly: "You are from the temple?! Where's your pendant? No, you are a peripheral member, and you don't have a pendant!"

"So, are you sure you don't put your guns away? I'm from the Temple."

After hearing Kino's narration, the driver not only had no fear, but a trace of surprise appeared on his face, but he quickly hid his expression, showing a smile that was not a smile, and said confidently: "Since you guessed Knowing my identity, then you naturally know that the background of the temple is not something that you little thieves can provoke!"

The three people in the back row looked at each other. Judging from the driver's tone, it seemed that the temple he was in was an amazing organization. At least he would not dare to provoke most of the insiders if he reported his name. Otherwise, he wouldn't have acted so arrogantly. However, it was a pity that he met Kino.

After being silent for a while, Zeng Shui tentatively said, "Coffee, you peripheral thug of the nemesis, it seems that your brain is not very good?"

"I also think he's not very smart."

Chino nodded approvingly, then stretched out his arm and pulled the driver's seat belt, tightly strangled the driver's throat, and said with a sneer, "It seems that we have been silent for too long, you guys from the temple , Do you really think that everyone will give you face? Now, continue to drive along this road, I think we should have a good chat, I will ask you to answer, the answer makes me dissatisfied, immediately pull the trigger, I am curious now What will happen if you hit the same position with multiple bullets in a row!"

The feeling of the seat belt wrapped around the neck is not pleasant, and what is even more terrible is that the seat belt is still being tightened. The driver immediately felt that he could not breathe, and the feeling of suffocation was uncomfortable, which made his face turn pale first. It was red, and then gradually turned blue and purple, and he could only wave his hands weakly in front of his body. Finally, when he felt his eyes darken, Kino loosened his seat belt in good time.

"Tell me, what is the temple doing here?"

Chino asked in a cold tone. The driver coughed desperately and recovered after panting for quite a while, but he didn't think about answering Chino's question properly. Instead, he quickly put his left hand on his waist and moved The launch button of the walkie-talkie, and shouted: "Enemy, enemy! I need backup! Uh-"

Chino tightened the seat belt in his hand again, and the driver who was not afraid of death felt a fatal suffocation again, but at the same time as Chino pulled the seat belt, the driver turned the steering wheel suddenly, and the vehicle drove into a road. A small road with less traffic, which deviates from the established route.

"It seems that you are really not afraid of death, tsk tsk, I like chatting with people who are not afraid of death."

Chino said in a cold tone, but he didn't notice that the driver's right hand had already quietly touched the seat cushion, and a shiny dagger was pulled out, directly cutting off the seat belt wrapped around the neck.

"Fack! You all have to die!"

The driver's expression was ferocious, and he turned around regardless of the traffic in front of him. He was about to swing the knife at the back of the seat. Bai Feng immediately pulled the trigger, and a bullet hit his torso directly. The driver held the dagger backward The arm froze for a moment, but soon continued to swing backwards. Without hesitation, Bai Feng pulled the trigger twice again, directly killing this unafraid of death.

At the same time, the taxi they were in slammed into a black car that was moving slowly ahead, and the whole car came to a standstill.

"Go! Abandon the car and transfer!"

Bai Feng greeted loudly after firing another shot at the stunned young man's unrepentant face.

(End of this chapter)