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Chapter 189 West Point Military Academy ([-])

People in the U.S. are extremely sensitive to these commotions, and some people who are more cautious quickly drive the car to the side, and then move on when they find nothing unusual.

In a villa in Beverly Hills, a servant answered the phone and knocked on the original European-style wooden door on the second floor, "Sir, someone is looking for you."

"Wait a minute, come out right away." There was a slightly restrained low voice from behind the wooden door. The servant bowed his head, the wooden door opened, and a young man with wet hair came out. The handsome man in the eyes, like the facial features carefully carved by the gate of creation, is flawless in white jade, and every part is full of unparalleled delicacy.

The servant stared at the toes all the time, not daring to look up at the young master.

He was wearing white shorts and tops of West Point cadets that were as white as snow, and the dark green epaulettes gave him the coldness of a soldier.Wearing a pair of student gray trousers on him, his legs are straight and slender, and a wide white belt of the same color as the jacket is tied around a narrow waist, perfectly showing his golden ratio figure.

"Hello, I'm Biburton Bertram." The man picked up the pure white telephone receiver with a golden edge, and his low and mellow voice was transmitted to the other end of the phone with inherent elegance.

The person on the phone was speaking urgently, referring to Archwood Street frequently.

Biburton Bertram's blue eyes suddenly sank, "Taxi driver? Kidnapped? Confirm the location and immediately reinforce!"

The girl from China, the hero on flight TU8230 was kidnapped by unknown persons? ……is it possible?Regardless of whether it is possible or not, Biburton Bertram must immediately reinforce his comrades who went to welcome Gu Chen!
On this side, Huang Jianhua has passed through the fourth block, and the speed of the car is getting faster and faster. He has already thrown off a white pickup truck, and another one is relentlessly catching up.

"Bite tight! Lie down, Miss Gu!" Huang Jianhua is a retired soldier arranged by the Duan family in Los Angeles, and his racing skills are comparable to Hollywood blockbusters.

In his hands, the car was controlled as nimbly as a remote control car, dodging left, going right, turning again, every time it seemed that it would hit the car in front, and sprinted past without any risk amidst the sound of horns .

Gu Chen, who was lying on the back seat, was thrown hard twice, so he just sat there in a dame position and didn't bother to lie down again.

The opponent is also a master, and he insists on biting on the front left and right.

Huang Jianhua's calm face showed a bit of solemnity. He looked up worriedly and looked up at the rearview mirror to look at the rear seat. A pair of black and silent eyes met directly with him. In these mysterious and clear eyes, he could not see A little flustered.

Instead, remind him to pay attention to the front, she knows how to protect herself.

Seeing this, Huang Jianhua was completely at ease and got down to drive, but he still reminded Gu Chen to get down, because he was not sure whether the people in the pickup truck had guns or not.

In the United States, guns are as common as kitchen knives in the kitchens of Chinese people.

"Are there any sharp things in the car, nails are fine." Gu Chen stabilized his body, his eyes were like heavy snow. Through the rearview mirror, he clearly saw that the white pickup truck was following very closely.

There will always be some sharp objects in the taxi. Huang Jianhua knows Gu Chen's skills, and takes out the darts from the driver's drawer that he usually uses to play with eyes on the side of the road when he has nothing to do. "This should be able to shoot through their tires."

He already understood what Gu Chen needed sharp objects for.

　
(End of this chapter)