My lover is this organization

She first switched the operation object and turned the two traffic lights closest to Qin Wuque and others to green, allowing them to travel together. Then she turned all the traffic lights on Merryweather's route to red, prohibiting them from passing.

Then an astonishing scene happened. Qin Wuque and others had a smooth journey as all the lights on the route were green. However, the Merryweather convoy, which should have been anxious and frantically looking for the armored car all over the city, was actually stopped at a red light.

"It really stopped!" Miyano Akemi was so surprised that she almost jumped up.

"I told you it would be useful~" Qin Wuque was also a little complacent.

This was actually caused by a perspective error. In Miyano Akemi's eyes, she could only see that the traffic light stopped Merryweather's convoy, but in Merryweather's eyes, when the red light in the longitudinal direction of their travel came on, the lateral traffic began to flow. Facing the endless stream of traffic, how could they rush through?

You said that if you were a policeman, that would be fine. When the sirens sound, other cars would have to pull over and give way. But brother, you are just a mercenary company. What right do you have to ask others to give way to you?

Very angry.

Soon, under the operation of Akemi Miyano, Qin Wuque and others drove out of the Los Santos metropolitan area smoothly without relaxing the accelerator all the way, and arrived at the meeting point under the Olympic Viaduct.

Franklin, who was responsible for preparing the escape vehicle, was already waiting there.

Qin Wuque turned the money transporter around and jumped off the vehicle, stretching his arms out to both sides: "Well, did you see that? We really did it, and we got the timing right, right?"

"You're even a little earlier than Lester expected. Come on, brother, we still have some final moving work to do."

Franklin came over, helped open the rear door of the money transport truck, unloaded the cart full of gold from the truck, pushed it next to the muscle car, and began to load gold bars into it.

"Indeed." Qin Wuque shrugged. He looked around but didn't see the odd jobs. He felt a little strange. "By the way, where are the professional tire changers hired by Lester?"

"Lester asked me to prepare a backup plan. He said he was worried that you would be able to get rid of Merryweather, so he prepared a last-ditch escape plan." Franklin threw the gold bars into the trunk of the muscle car as fast as he could.

"It's his style to always have a backup plan." Qin Wuque couldn't deny it.

Suddenly, there was a noise coming from Trevor's side. Qin Wuque looked in the direction of the sound and found that this guy had discovered Cassie, who was still hiding in the car and trying to play dead. As a result, Trevor pulled her out of the car and she was begging for mercy with a gun pointed at her head.

"No! No! No! Please don't kill me!" Casey knelt on the ground with his hands behind his head and shouted.

"This is the biggest vote in our careers. We can't take any risks." Trevor raised his gun, obviously determined.

At the critical moment, a shiny and thick gold bar blocked the muzzle of the gun, suddenly standing between the two of them.

"Get up." Qin Wuque said as he stuffed the gold bar into the arms of Casey, who was still kneeling on the ground with weak legs. "I am a man of my word. If you cooperate with us, I will give you money. This gold bar is your hush money. But if you tell anyone about this, we will put all the blame on you. Do you understand?"

"Ming...I understand! I won't say anything!"

After all, he was a man who could be the captain of an armored truck. The moment Casey saw the gold bar in his hand, he understood what was going on. He held up the gold bar and swore loudly on the spot, as if what he was holding in his hand was not a gold bar but Neihai's crutch, and then ran away without looking back.

"Necessary integrity is also an indispensable part of becoming a boss." Qin Wuque patted Trevor on the shoulder.

At this time, Franklin, who was responsible for carrying the gold bars next to the muscle car, had also finished the work at hand. He wiped his sweat and said loudly: "It's done, we should go!"

"Received~"

At this point, a total of four tons of gold have been loaded into four modified muscle cars.

Trevor, Mac, and Franklin each drove one, while Qin Wuque and Miyano Akemi each drove one.

Just when everyone was about to start the car and drive away, several harsh brake sounds were suddenly heard from a distance. A dozen Merryweather mercenaries armed with live ammunition jumped out of their military off-road vehicles one after another and semi-surrounded the four Iron Fists parked by the wall.

Qin Wuque, who had already gotten into the car, subconsciously looked up in the direction of the voice and immediately revealed a look of pain.

Then he raised the corner of his mouth slightly and rubbed the head of Miyano Akemi, who was sitting in the passenger seat with a nervous look on her face.

"Are you ready for our final escape?"

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PS: It's so annoying. When I was coding the previous chapter, in order to make sure there were no mistakes in the details, I opened the Kuroto Google Video to watch and compare the coding. But when the manager said that the gold bars were being kept for the Chinese, the barrage was full of people cursing Rockstar for blackening China and so on... Ah~ It's amazing.

It is obvious that both sides are talking about different things, but to directly regard China as emulsified is too sensitive.

Chapter 67: Catching a Shrimp House with a Sister in My Arms

The furious roar of modified American muscle cars swept under the Olympic Viaduct. Four iron fists loaded with Union Savings gold bars roared out of the alley. They took off briefly due to the inertia of the forward rush, then fell heavily down, drifted over the shoulder and rushed onto the road. Their movements were in an orderly and uniform manner, just like the special effects shots in a movie.

Behind them, Merryweather's convoy was chasing aggressively. The mercenaries raised their guns and shot at the targets from the roofs of military off-road vehicles. The dense firepower swept across the entire Straubelli Street. Wherever they went, passers-by squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands. No one wanted to be hit by these blind bullets, even if it was just a light hit.

Qin Wuque supplied fuel to the engine with such force that it was enough to make those car lovers jump six and a half meters on the spot and then turn 3,600 degrees in the air.

He was driving the Iron Fist at the end of the escape convoy, the most dangerous position. Deadly stray bullets were whizzing past the windows on both sides. Miyano Akemi, who was sitting on the passenger seat, had obediently buried her head under the dashboard from the beginning, but this guy seemed to be completely unaware of it. Not only did he roll down the window, he even connected his cell phone to the car stereo and started singing loudly.

"Did your coach put a can under your accelerator? Huh?"

Qin Wuque skillfully turned the steering wheel with his right hand, while his left elbow rested casually on the open car window. He spoke loudly into the radio to drown out the sound of the mercenaries' firing and the engine of the muscle car. The sound, along with the rhythmic music from the car stereo, was transmitted to everyone's ears through the radio.

"Listen carefully! This is our last escape, each of you step on the accelerator to the bottom and don't let up! If you drive slowly, you will be squeezed to the back. But let me make it clear, the position at the back is very dangerous. If you don't want to die, drive faster!"

After saying that, he stepped hard on the accelerator, squeezing the last bit of space between the pedal and the bottom of the car. The engine speed on the speedometer soared to an astonishing 12,000 rpm, raising the already extremely fast speed to another level.

At the same time, he turned the steering wheel in his hand slightly and precisely, causing the car body to shift slightly while traveling at high speed. After an extremely stylish drift, he directly bypassed the car driven by Mike in front and cut to the right side of Franklin and drove side by side with it.

While driving at a speed that even professional racing drivers dare not take lightly, Qin Wuque even reached out and knocked on Franklin's window. His crazy move almost scared the newcomer who had just entered the industry and made him jump up from the driver's seat.

A 7.62mm machine gun bullet flew between the two cars, and Qin Wuque retracted his hand just in time. He almost had his entire wrist broken.

This completely put an end to Franklin's idea of ​​opening the car window to talk. He could only yell into the radio: "What's wrong with you, buddy? Is there anything you can't say on the radio?!"

"Nothing, I just want to ask where the end of our escape journey is." Qin Wuque laughed.

"In the big tunnel of Pero!" Franklin shouted, "Lester has prepared two large vans there. As soon as we pass by, the gunners will start the cars. In the tunnel, Merryweather's helicopter can't see what's going on below from the sky. We can drive Iron Fist into the van there, and when we exit the tunnel, they will find that we have magically disappeared!"

"Stealing a thing and replacing it with another? That's a good idea!" Qin Wuque understood immediately.

He snapped his fingers and said, "I'll go to the front first. You guys follow me behind and don't fall behind, Ciao~"

"WHAT!?"

Franklin was stunned. As the driver with the best skills among the three, he felt that he had pushed the performance of this modified muscle car to almost its limit, but Qin Wuque was still speeding up!

You know, this is the most prosperous downtown area in Los Santos!

Looking at the iron fist of the same model as the one he was sitting on, flying in a strange arc and brushing past one car after another, Franklin felt that his jaw was slowly falling off.

With the way Qin Wuque was driving, he felt that it would not be strange even if this guy crashed into an oncoming truck in the next second and was instantly reduced to a second dimension.

This guy...has he always lived a life like this, ready to die bravely?

To be honest, before this, Franklin always thought that after experiencing all the good and bad things in Los Santos, he was at least a well-known figure, but the facts really poured cold water on him.

Because of Mike, Lester always made the safest and most secure plan for them. In addition, with the help of Mike and Trevor, two veterans in the underworld, most of the operations could be said to be safe and sound. Compared with someone like Qin Wuque who started from scratch in Los Santos, Lester's plan was nothing.

Franklin never dared to even think about having to face an endless stream of NSA agents breaking into a prison, rushing onto a US aircraft carrier to steal fighter jets, or taking on most of the Los Santos police force head-on with $1.2 million in his pocket and finally escaping by parachuting through a canyon.

Miyano Akemi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had sat up at some point. She was probably nervous because nothing unexpected had happened for most of the day. She thought the danger was over when she heard the roar of the engine. However, when she looked up, she saw the car she was riding in had rushed out of the viaduct like an arrow from a bow, and was flying in the air. Below her was a busy highway, with a drop of at least five or six meters. She instinctively screamed in fear.

“Be careful aa ...

"Don't be nervous, just sit tight!"

Qin Wuque still had a lion-like smile on his face at this time. He reached out and took the panicked Miyano Akemi from the passenger seat, then began to sing loudly.

"Count to 3, 2, 1, and when you're ready, just go for it!"

"Other than that, I'm crazy about it!"

"Harness the sixth sense of the youngest people now!"

"Let's do something youthful and reckless today!"

"Let my sixth sense tell me about things that are not planned!"

“It’s at its climax right now!”

The modified muscle car frame managed to withstand the impact of the fall. Miyano Akemi, who was leaning against someone's hot chest, only felt the car body shake violently. The car body, which was flying in the air a second ago, returned to the ground and continued to speed forward.

And ahead is the final point of this escape journey - the Pero Tunnel!

On the wide one-way four-lane road, two oversized vans were driving slowly side by side, with their trunk doors slowly lowered as the motors ran, as if extending an invitation.

"Here we are, the end of the journey!"

As if announcing his triumph, Qin Wuque roared, then stepped on the accelerator to full throttle, and rushed forward in the billowing green smoke generated by the friction between the tires and the ground, leaving the dust behind and leaving nothing behind.

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PS: Well, I typed quickly today, and I thought it would be better if I posted both chapters together, so I posted them together.

Chapter 68 Mingmei Loli can't get pregnant

"Yesterday at 8:15 am, the Union Savings Bank on Alta Street in Los Santos was robbed by a group of unknown criminals. The criminal group used a suspected hacking method to hack into the internal server of the Union Savings Bank and tampered with the orders without authorization, defrauding a total of four tons of gold worth up to 200 million US dollars. The Los Santos police are currently fully investigating the case. Please pay attention to subsequent reports for specific details..."

drop.

Qin Wuque, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, picked up the remote control and turned off the TV, then adjusted his pajamas and yawned silently: "Every time I finish a job and get up the next morning to watch the news, I feel like a student checking his grades after the final exam, or an online writer looking at his first order results. It always makes me so happy physically and mentally."

"Yes...yes."

Beside him, Miyano Akemi, who was also wearing pajamas, nodded with a slightly blushing face, and sat upright on the other side of the bed, looking like a young wife.

They were now in a temporary lounge surrounded by black opaque soundproof glass. Although the interior decoration could be described as "luxurious", in essence... it was still a stone chamber.

In fact, things shouldn't be like this.

According to the plan, Qin Wuque and Miyano Akemi were originally expected to leave Los Santos by plane after 5 pm yesterday, and return to Tokyo, Japan at 5 pm the next day, and then stage a golden cicada escape in front of Rum.

However, because the finished version of APTX4869 still needed to undergo final debugging, or clinical trials in medical terms, the two were forced to stay in Los Santos for a second night.

However, perhaps Miyano Akemi's gentle personality was indeed not suitable for such a desperado's life, or perhaps the crime they committed yesterday was indeed too exciting. In short, after the dust settled and they returned to the bunker yesterday, Miyano Akemi's condition had been a little abnormal, and her whole body exuded an inexplicable trance from the inside out.

Qin Wuque originally just wanted to give some advice, but as he was giving some advice... he accidentally ended up in bed with both of them.

When I woke up, it was already the next morning.

So, Miyano Akemi, who had been away from her mother's womb for more than 20 years, finally completed the transformation from a girl to a woman on this night.

Logically speaking, this is actually nothing, just like the ancient Japanese samurai who had to drink heavily after a fierce battle. After people do something that reaches the limit of their mental endurance, they always need to do something else to vent. It may be drinking good wine, or hiding in the toilet and crying secretly, or maybe... just like them.

As the saying goes, the most important things in life are killing and fucking.

But it also depends on who you are fucking... If you just find someone on the street and do a full service for $150, then of course that's nothing big.

But if it was Miyano Akemi...

To be honest, Qin Wuque was having a headache at the moment. It wasn't that he was worried about what to do if Miyano Akemi asked him to take responsibility, but according to his original plan, he was going to take out 4869 billion yen from Miyano Akemi's million share of the million US dollars he had robbed after returning to Tokyo. In other words, he was going to hand over about million to million US dollars to the organization as a hush money for Captain Qin, and then use the finished version of APTX to turn the two sisters into loli to deceive Rum's eyes and ears.

So the question is, if Mingmei accidentally got pregnant last night, and then became as small as a loli, what should we do?

When Qin Wuque thought of these bad things, he couldn't help but feel a dull pain in his head.

ding dong~

A melodious and pleasant doorbell suddenly rang in the not-so-spacious lounge, waking Qin Wuque from his thoughts.

He subconsciously raised his head and looked out the door of the lounge, but found... he couldn't see anything.

The bunker's lounge is a small room surrounded by soundproof high-tech glass. Under normal circumstances, the glass is transparent, so people can see outside from inside and inside as well.

But it also has a very thoughtful function, that is, when you want to take a quiet rest alone or do something that you don’t want your subordinates in the bunker to see, you can choose to darken the color of the glass and lock the door.

In this way, when your subordinates come to you for something, there will be no embarrassing situation like being caught, and they will not be afraid to come to you for fear of the embarrassing situation like the former.

"Um... do you want me to open the door?"

Seeing that Qin Wuque did not get up to open the door immediately, Miyano Akemi spoke cautiously, and her gentle voice was exactly like that of a newlywed wife in a romance TV series.

"No, no need. I'll do it." Qin Wuque got up from the bed and walked towards the door barefoot without even putting on slippers.

The door lock of the lounge is an electronic lock. The room control panel next to the door lock not only has the door lock options, but also controls the temperature and humidity in the room, the opacity of the glass, etc.

Qin Wuque calmly pressed the unlock button, then opened the door and was about to say something.

"Is the medicine ready...Pfft!!!"

Standing outside the door was a little European boy who looked about ten years old. He was wearing an oversized white coat that did not fit his body at all. The suit pants that should have been straight and fitted were wrinkled and dragged at his feet. He looked like the fishmonger in JOJO Stardust Crusaders who had been shrunk by the enemy.

Still the familiar facial features, still the familiar old scholar's face, but... a little younger.

"Boss, you don't have to be surprised. You already knew the effect of this drug after it was completed. I just made myself the first clinical experiment subject out of the cautious desire for verification as a scientific researcher." The person in charge of the shrunken bunker pushed his glasses and said in a mature manner.