Chapter 777

"Gina, five police cars are chasing us. We'll be on your street right away."

"Received."

Erdoton's police investigation seems to be much braver than their colleagues in other areas, chasing and beating hard and doing their duty faithfully.

Several cars walked through the streets and staged a realistic version of speed and passion.

"Damn it! Who taught you how to shoot? Can you shoot more accurately and hit their tires!"

These detectives are not aware of the danger.

"Whoosh!"

A sniper bullet broke through the air and directly smashed the windshield with irresistible impact.

The policeman who was still teaching his colleagues a lesson a second ago was beaten through the face and spilled blood all over the car.

"Hiss..."

As soon as he died, the police car lost control and rushed to the roadside. Many vendors had no time to dodge and were knocked down.

On a tall building in front of the left, Gina, with dark skin, looked indifferent. She squatted on the edge of the roof motionless, narrowed her eyes, stared at the sight intently, her expression did not fluctuate, and pulled the trigger decisively again.

"Boom!"

This time, she aimed at the fuel tank.

It's hard to hit the target while driving, not to mention the small area of the fuel tank.

But why is a sniper called a sniper?

What they do is kill thousands of miles away.

Just like precise navigation, the burst bullet pierced the air, drew a sharp arc, and finally successfully hit the fuel tank.

The waste generated by the collision directly detonated the gasoline in the fuel tank.

"Boom!"

No good luck before.

The police car bounced a few times.

Several police investigators in the car had no time to make any response. When they felt the heat wave, the surging fire quickly swallowed them.

The sudden accident caused several police cars behind to be startled. There was no time to dodge. There was a series of collisions. They could only watch the gangsters go away.

"Well done."

Dean looked back from the rear, praised him, and then reminded him, "Gina, you can evacuate."

"I see."

After helping Dean's three cars escape the chase, the black pearl on the roof snatched the sniper, unpacked and quickly turned downstairs.

……

At this point.

Abibra.

Under the threat of snipers, they dare not even make a short U-turn, step on the accelerator, directly hit several cars in the way and fled forward at full speed.

This choice is awkward but also wise.

If the enemy is in the dark and I am in the light, turning around may give the sniper gun enough time to shoot.

And get off?

They don't even know where the sniper gun is. Getting out of the car is to become a live target. It's no different from self suicide.

"Boss, it should be all right."

Drive a few miles away in one breath and make sure it is not within the range of sniper attack before the driver stops the car.

Indeed, there was no gunfire again.

Abibra's face trembled constantly, and her eyes and expression were very ugly.

The original five cars turned into three. Two of them had their tires blown out on the way to escape and stayed in that block. Now I don't know what the situation is, and

"Call and ask what's going on at the villa! If you can't hold on, kill akivan for me!"

"Yes!"

The driver immediately took out his cell phone. After a while, he looked terrified. He looked back and said nervously: "... Boss, no one answered."

"Asshole!"

Abibra finally couldn't control her emotions. She was short of breath. Her clenched hand hammered down the window to block the fatal shot for him.

"Kaka..."

The crack seems to have widened a little.

No one answered, which undoubtedly means that the people of the villa may have been completely destroyed.

"What are you doing?! don't call immediately and send reinforcements!!!"

……

Three cars with craters sped out of the city and stopped by a small river in the wilderness.

"Bang Bang..."

Chen Liang and others get off.

Akivan was carried out and put on the grass.

"Wake him up."

Dean said.

Ebony said nothing, squatted down and slapped him in the face.

"Pa Pa......"

Chen Liang raised his eyebrows.

Anyway, this is the target of their mission. It's too unfriendly.

Although there was some violence in the way, the effect was immediate. Akiwan slowly opened his eyes and woke up.

"Who are you?"

After a short period of confusion, he was shocked and found that a group of strangers appeared around him, and the environment had changed.

Holding back the pain all over, he sat up on the grass with vigilance.

"If you want to live, answer my question honestly."

Dean looked down at him with an expressionless face.

"Are you akivan Guzman?"

Akivan reconfirmed his environment.

It seemed to be somewhere on the outskirts, not his familiar dungeon.

These people saved him?

He knew that Sinaloa valued him and would never let him go.

"Yes, I'm akivan Guzman. Who are you?"

Although he suffered a long time of cruel torture, the son of the legendary drug lord was tough and not crazy. After confirming his situation at this time, he quickly calmed down.

When he was unconscious just now, something very "wonderful" must have happened.

These people took great pains to save him. They shouldn't want to kill him.

That's why he admitted his identity so frankly and directly.

Whatever the origin of this group, at least it is better than in the hands of Sinaloa.

"You don't need to know who we are."

Hearing his acknowledgement, the cold front members' faces could not help but relax. Dean looked at the sad face full of blood and said blandly, "someone entrusted us to save you."

Even if I guessed that these people might have no malice to themselves, when I heard that the other party was coming to save himself, akiwan's mood also fluctuated violently, his tight body and mind completely relaxed and couldn't help laughing.

"Ha ha, I didn't expect I could come out alive... Cough..."

Excited, he forgot how bad his physical condition was at this time. The injury was affected and coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood.

The son of a drug lord is tortured into this shape by his own organization, which is really touching.

Dean winked at Kelly.

"Give him the medicine."

Kelly turned and took out a medicine bag from the trunk of the car. There were some basic hemostatic and analgesic potions and bandages in it and threw them to akiwan.

"Take care of the wound yourself first."

"Thank you."

"Chen Shao, is this guy really akivan Guzman's son?"

Standing not far away, King Kong whispered and looked at akiwan with undisguised doubt.

you bet.

That's pathetic.

It's like a dead prisoner.

"Can't it be a mistake?"

Even if it is not dignified, the "Prince" of Sinaloa should not be this image, right?

The mandrill curled its mouth. Also glancing over there.

"It's really tragic, but how many people do you think dare to pretend to be this identity?"