Chapter 92

  The car behind may be afraid of having long nights and dreams, so it suddenly speeds up. An Chen and Fu Yanxing looked at each other, and Fu Yanxing stepped on the accelerator.

   "You made a fool of yourself in front of the little chariot god." Fu Yanxing teased.

  An Chen ignored Fu Yanxing and continued to stare at the rearview mirror. The car behind was also stopping and accelerating, and there were two cars in front, as if trying to surround them.

   "Fu Yanxing, this is the first time I've seen him with the physique of being hunted down." An Chen said suddenly and seriously.

  Fu Yanxing was taken aback for a moment, making up the knife invisible, which was the most deadly. Seeing that Fu Yanxing had diverted his attention, An Chen continued to make up the knife, "Be serious, run for your life."

  Fu Yanxing continued to be helpless, knowing that this little fox couldn't just make fun of himself like this.

  The car behind kept approaching, Fu Yanxing could only continue to accelerate, and the person behind "bang" fired.

   "They can't help it anymore." An Chen said indifferently.

   "Aren't you afraid?" Fu Yanxing asked.

   "What's there to be afraid of? Isn't the worst outcome being death? I have a hunch that I won't die today." An Chen was still in the mood to joke.

  But Fu Yanxing didn't think so. What did a sixteen-year-old child go through to be able to talk about death so calmly and easily. In all fairness, he may not be as open-minded as An Chen.

   Still shooting from behind, Fu Yanxing's driving skills are not inferior to An Chen's, maybe a little bit better. But the bullets in the back were too dense, and one of the car's tires was inevitably hit.

  The sound of tires sliding on the asphalt road was harsh, the speed of the car slowed down, and the car behind seized the opportunity and surrounded them.

  The surrounding area was surrounded, and there was no gap to drive the car out, so Fu Yanxing had to stop the car.

   "Is the glass of your car bulletproof?" An Chen knocked on the window, then turned around and asked Fu Yanxing.

   "What a coincidence." Fu Yanxing didn't expect to be chased here, so he was anxious to pick up An Chen, and he just drove out in a car.

  As for why An Chen is familiar with this car, it is entirely because Fu Yanxing bought two identical cars, and of course it cannot be driven from BJ.

   "Then this is where we are, get out of the car and surrender, and then I will hand you over?" An Chen looked at the time, fifteen minutes had passed, and Fu Yanxing said that his people would arrive within twenty minutes.

  Of course Fu Yanxing could tell that An Chen was joking, but he still looked at An Chen seriously, "Hide behind me for a while."

   "Cut, it's the same as the first sentence I said when we first met. In the end, I was the one who brought you back." An. Poison Tongue. Chen complained online.

   "Is there really nothing in your car?" The people outside have already got out of the car, and these two people are still studying whether there are weapons in the car.

  Although the car glass is not bulletproof, it is anti-peeping. People outside cannot see the movements inside and dare not touch it easily.

  When Fu Yanxing was asked by An Chen, he suddenly remembered something. He opened a drawer next to the seat and took out two daggers.

  An Chen thought that Fu Yanxing had remembered where he hid the gun, and when he was about to get excited, a knife was stuffed into his hand.

   "Are you kidding? Let's get out of the car with a knife and fight with a gun, and use them as a target to practice?"

   "My people have arrived." As soon as Fu Yanxing finished speaking, An Chen heard the sound of the engine.

  Of course the people outside heard it too. Some of them continued to point their guns at the car, while the other pointed their guns at the three cars coming this way.

   "Bang!" An Chen and Fu Yanxing bent down at the same time, and a bullet hole appeared on the car window.

   Everything we hear is an opinion, not the truth; everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)