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C129 129 Chapter

God knows why the car that was supposed to be chasing us came from the front, but now is obviously not the time to think about it. With the Hummer's ferocious and domineering body, the Maserati's "body is expensive." Needless to say, the collision between the two cars would naturally cause their side to suffer.

Faang Xuan made up his mind and increased his speed instead of slowing down. He slammed the accelerator hard, and the hand that held the steering wheel did not even tremble as it faced the Hummer in front of him.

It was as if he was pressing forward with indomitable will.

The Hummer was already prepared to collide. Although Faang Xuan was full of momentum, they did not know how to dodge. The front of the Hummer kept flashing. The meaning of provocation was obvious.

The distance between the two cars was getting closer and closer.

Fifty meters.

Forty meters.

Ten meters...

Both parties could even see the other pilot's gloomy and crazy face.

When they were less than five meters away from the Hummer, the corner of Faang Xuan's mouth curled up. The hand that was holding the steering wheel suddenly spun down and sped forward. It brought along a terrifying acceleration. This sudden turn... The Maserati started to move horizontally, naturally slowing down.

Seeing that the Hummer was about to crash into the Maserati, Faang Xuan's hand that was holding the steering wheel kept turning towards the opposite direction.

It had to be said that the Maserati, which was reputed to be one of the top ten sports cars in the world, had excellent performance. It took a very short time to increase the speed, so how far would the car drift? Another second drift came from the opposite direction, following the narrow space between the Hummer and the roadside railing. Like a loach, it passed by and drove forward in a flash.

When they suddenly encountered such a miraculous driving skill, the people on the Hummer were instantly dumbfounded. They stared at the Maserati that was leaving. The two women in tight one-step dresses in the backseat looked angry. One of the women looked very sweet, but her expression was gloomy. She said to the driver, "Takeda, you have to catch up with them. Otherwise, you don't have to go back to the country."

"Hi!" The driver was a skinny man in his 30s. When he heard the woman's words, he nervously wiped the sweat off his face. He turned the car around and followed the Maserati closely.

At the same time, another woman in the backseat fumbled around in the seat for a while. Finally, she took out a long cylindrical object. It was actually a rocket launcher.

A cold smile appeared on the woman's face. She adjusted the rocket launcher for a while and rolled down the window. Half of her body stretched out of the car, carrying the rocket launcher. She narrowed her eyes and locked onto the Maserati in front of her.

"Mu Zi, what are you doing?"

The sweet woman looked at her companion beside her with a puzzled expression.

The woman whom she called Mu Zi was very young and had a round face. She looked extremely cute, but there was a trace of fierceness between her brows. If Faang Xuan saw this kind of baleful aura, he would definitely be shocked. Because there were only one hundred or one thousand slashes. Only such a strong murderous aura could be accumulated between his brows.

"Ying Zi, this group of people from that branch killed Duanmu. I'm going to kill them." Mu Zi did not turn around. She continued to focus on aiming forward.

"Idiot, stop!"

The sweet woman, who was Ying Zi, suddenly had a cold expression. She said coldly, "If we blow them up, what about the things that the Empire wants?"

Mu Zi was startled as she fiercely stared at the Maserati in front of her. In the end, she unwillingly took back the rocket launcher. In the darkness, no one noticed her. She clenched her fist so tightly that it made a cracking sound. Even the joints of her five fingers were protruding due to the excessive force.

The Maserati continued to drive forward while Faang Xuan adjusted the gear and slammed on the accelerator as usual. However, he did not know that they had already made a trip to the gates of hell. In the end, if it were not for the woman called Ying Zi stopping them, they would have shed a layer of skin even if they did not die.

The further the car went, the wider the road became. However, what was strange was that apart from a few pedestrians at the beginning, a few passing cars hadn't seen any cars or pedestrians since they met the Hummer by accident.

There must be something strange about this abnormal situation. Faang Xuan frowned and asked X behind him, "X, do you feel anything?"

"There is an ambush in front."

X answered very naturally, just like how Faang Xuan asked about food and water.

His answer, however, made Faang Xuan sweat. He said without interruption, "Since you know there is an ambush, why didn't you remind me?"

"There is no need, because there is also an ambush behind."

"F * ck..."1

Faang Xuan couldn't help but curse and asked with a gloomy face, "Then what do you think we should do?"

This time, he didn't answer Faang Xuan so quickly. Instead, he raised his head and thought for a while. Finally, he gave an answer that made people speechless, "I don't know either."

Faang Xuan was furious. He couldn't help but want to curse again, but he remembered that there was a little girl in the backseat. He stopped and looked back. He did not expect that the little girl had quietly fallen asleep in X's arms. She was sleeping soundly and her breathing was calm. If she looked so cute, she would be so cute.

Faang Xuan's eyes were a little absent-minded. In his memory, didn't there also exist such a little girl?

That man, who was known as the number one assassin in the world, was actually the number one fool in the world. He braved the rain of bullets and forced himself not to collapse. Everything was for the sake of not hurting the little girl in his arms.

Little girl in his memory, are you still alive?

Just as Faang Xuan's thoughts were immersed in his memory, in front of this road, at a fork that was at most one kilometer away from the Maserati, there was a long car dragon parked there.

The plate of the car dragon was very scary. It looked like a Porsche Ferrari, which was quite common. The price was not cheap, but the most eye-catching ones were the few Maybach and Aston Martin in the car dragon. As for the Bugatti Veyron, whether it was performance or price, it was a lot more expensive than sports cars of the same kind, so it was naturally the most eye-catching.

Could it be a party? A small circle party for upper-class people?

Otherwise, how could they gather so many famous cars?

If someone looked closely, they would find that the people sitting in the cars had different skin colors. There were people of yellow, white, and black colors. If it was really a party... Then the party must be quite powerful, to be able to gather all kinds of rich people. Who could such a person be?

The car dragon was very quiet. It did not even light the front of the car. It quietly stopped at the fork in the road. It was like an ancient giant beast was crossing the road. The silence could make people panic.

In the latest Maybach 57 this year, a few middle-aged men dressed in dark suits sat in the backseat with knitted brows and gloomy expressions.

"Cross, why did you agree to the request of those people from G Country to come here? Look, now that even some of the more capable corporate agents are here, what other advantages can we take?"

On the passenger seat, a white man with a very fair complexion and a clearer outline of his face had an unhappy expression, as if he was very unwilling to appear here.

The man he called Cross had a very large build, but his appearance was very refined. He shrugged his shoulders and put on a helpless expression. "Laman, do you think I want to? You have to know that those people from the G Country either gave an ultimatum or listened to their instructions. We have no choice but to go back to our country. Besides, this is not our home ground. Besides, do you really think we can beat those arrogant guys from G Country? "

Ramon didn't say anything, but the anger in his eyes didn't disappear.

The same situation happened in a Porsche.

A strong man who was not very tall could be seen sitting in the Porsche. He had a fierce look on his face. Although he had an Asian face, his skin color clearly had the bronze color of South Asia's tropical climate.

This man was topless, and his muscles were well-proportioned. His hands were wrapped in white cloth, and he clenched his fists tightly. If one looked closely, they would find that the surface of the man's tightly clenched fist was flat. There were no protruding joints, and the surface of the fist was covered with a layer of grey calluses.

"Tyrant of Guess, aren't we angry enough with the people of G Country? Why did you bring your team here?"

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