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The hotel manager screamed as he was thrown into the car by a dog. He felt as if he was about to be kicked in the waist.
Mu Lingdie also followed suit and went in. With one hand, he grabbed the manager's arm and with the other hand, pressed his head down onto the car seat. "If you continue to shout, I'll take your life."
"I'm the manager. If you dare hit me, I'll fire you." He thought that Mu Lingdie was really a hotel attendant, using his identity to pressure her.
"If you want to expel me, feel free to do so!" Mu Lingdie lifted his knees and heavily smashed onto the back of the hotel manager's waist. This guy almost fainted.
Ye Cheng also came to the side of the car, took out the key from the manager of the hotel and quickly drove away.
In the hotel, the killer who was in charge of the rescue team came to the guest room to search around. Only then did he realise that Ye Cheng had already run away.
In a residence, the man wearing sunglasses received a call from his subordinate, and said: "Jinhua, I'll have to trouble you to come with us, and confirm Ye Cheng's location."
Far away from the hotel, Mu Lingdie asked: "Where are we going?"
"It's not safe here, let's go back in the night!" Ye Cheng regretted that he did not manage to figure out who these assassins were.
"Ye Cheng parked the car on the side of the road and let go of the manager of the inn. "Hey, I'll buy this car of yours. Tell me your name, bank account, and I'll send you the money. If you fool me, you won't get a single cent."
The hotel manager thought he had met a robber and hurriedly gave his name and bank account number. As for Ye Cheng giving him the money, he thought that this person was just messing with him.
"Now that I know your name, it's easy for me to find your family and residence ?"
Without waiting for Ye Cheng to finish speaking, the manager of the hotel cried as he pleaded, "Hero, I'll give this car to you, as long as you let me and my family go. "Don't worry, I definitely won't call the police."
"You're smart, get off!" Ye Cheng laughed.
Mu Lingdie opened the car door and pushed the guy out.
Watching the car disappear into the night, the hotel manager collapsed on the floor, crying his heart out. He wanted to sneak around and get a waitress, but he met a robber instead. If he failed to steal the chicken, then he would have to use a car that he had painstakingly bought. This was truly bad luck for eight lifetimes.
The ringtone for a text message sounded. He wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, stood up shakily and took out his phone to check. After taking a few glances, he was stunned on the spot. Because of the text message, he received a hundred thousand yuan on his bank card.
"Truly the best robber in history, I thank you eight generations of your ancestors!" The hotel manager turned tears into smiles. The car was only bought for 80,000 yuan, but he received 100,000 yuan. After driving for half a year, he also earned over 10,000 yuan.
The sky was bright as Mu Lingdie drove on the expressway quickly while resting on the back of the car.
Three black business vehicles arrived at the highway entrance. In the lead car were Jin Hua and the man wearing sunglasses regardless of day or night.
Jin Hua kept the Gu and regretfully said, "There's no other way, my Gu can't track the special aura of the scented sachet anymore. I can only vaguely confirm that they have reached the high speed."
The sunglasses-wearing man kicked the front seat of the car, causing the person in front to be shocked. Twenty odd subordinates had died and died, but they couldn't kill Ye Cheng. If they really failed, how would I explain to them? Give the order, catch up to Ye Cheng at full speed and you must stop him. "
The three cars raced onto the highway and sped onwards at a speed of more than 120 meters.
On the way, the man with shades received a report from one of his subordinates. The silver grey Jetta of a manager at the hotel where Ye Cheng rested was stolen by a man and woman. According to his description, these two were most likely Ye Cheng and his female companions.
With the accurate information, it would be easier to find Ye Cheng. The sunglasses-wearing man was overjoyed and immediately ordered his subordinates to pay close attention to the silver Jetta. This high-speed route led to the Eastern Ocean, he had also guessed that Ye Cheng would drive a car to return.
After driving for the greater part of the night, Mu Lingdie was tired and insisted on not allowing Ye Cheng to change shifts. Arriving at a highway service area, the two of them found a hotel and rested for a while.
When the two of them arrived at the clock room, they rested for about ten minutes. Then, three black business vehicles arrived at the service area.
A man in a suit climbed down from each car. He walked around the parking lot in a casual manner and soon found the silver-gray Jetta. The license plate number was the one where the hotel manager had been kidnapped.
"Oh, did you find the car?" The sunglasses-wearing man asked with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Yes, the license plate number is right as well. Ye Cheng will definitely be resting in the service area. We've seen only two hotels and it's easy to find him. " The man outside the car asked: "Brother Ming, do you want to search house by house and get rid of Ye Cheng here?"
Brother Ming, who was wearing sunglasses, shook his head, "That fellow is not easy to deal with. We have already lost over twenty brothers, so we can't rashly alert him. When they were on the road again, they started a car accident. You guys go and keep an eye on him, and wait for Ye Cheng to come out. "
"Understood." The man outside nodded and quickly ordered some people to follow them.
Jin Hua said, "I can't help much. Can you let me get off here?"
"After this is done, we'll send you back. Rest assured, we definitely won't treat you unfairly." Wearing sunglasses, Brother Ming sneered in his heart: You know too much and still want to get off the car. Once I take care of Ye Cheng, it'll be your turn.
Ye Cheng and Yue Shan rested at the hotel for three hours and then continued their journey while Mu Lingdie drove the car. After they left, the three black business vehicles quietly followed.
When they reached a section where there were few cars, Brother Ming ordered the front of the car to speed up and knock over the silver gray Jetta.
After receiving the order, the train started to speed forward, quickly getting close to Ye Cheng and the other two's cars, like an arrow leaving the bow, they collided into them.
Mu Lingdie thought that if he left the Zhang Family Residence, he would throw off those bastards, and would be caught off guard. His car got hit so hard that its steering wheel became unsteady, and it crashed into the fence. Seeing that she was about to crash into him, she hurriedly hit the steering wheel, causing the car to grind against the guardrail as it dangerously returned to the right path.
Ye Cheng, who was resting on the back seat, was caught off guard. He rolled down and heavily crashed into the front seat. "F * ck, who the f * ck doesn't know how to drive?!"
Just as he finished speaking, the MPV behind him accelerated and crashed into him again. The trunk completely deformed and Jetta shuddered violently.
Ye Cheng immediately realized that something was amiss. If it was an accident, the car behind him would not have gotten in again. It was obvious that he was going to knock the car over. " "It's the persistent killers, I'll drive."
He steadied himself and quickly rolled to the front. Mu Lingdie also realized that something was wrong and quickly dodged to the front passenger seat. Ye Cheng's butt had yet to settle down, but he agilely turned to the left and attacked. Through the rearview mirror, he saw a black business car rushing over like a mad beast.
The car swerved, and before the van could catch up, it skidded past the Jetta and whizzed forward.
"Ding Ding Ding Dang Dang!" The sound of the bullets hitting the steel plate rang out. The two of them quickly lowered their bodies and used the car seats to cover themselves. The glass behind them was shattered into countless pieces by the random gunshots.
"Wife, hold on tight! F * ck, if you want to play, then I'll play crazily with them! " Under Ye Cheng's proficient driving techniques and skill, the silver grey Jetta emitted out a series of cries, and its tires rubbed against the ground as it turned 180 degrees.
Mu Lingdie swayed back and forth, making him dizzy. When he reacted, the car was already flying away from the highway.
The bespectacled Brother Ming's second car was only a dozen meters away from Ye Cheng's car, and in the blink of an eye, the two cars had already passed each other. Turn around and chase him! "
"Wife, go hide under the car!" Ye Cheng warned as he leaned on the steering wheel and stepped on the throttle to death.
Two black muzzles shot out from the window of the third MPV and fired at the speeding MPV.
In just a few seconds, the two cars passed each other. Ye Cheng did not continue driving forward. Shifting gears, stepping on the brakes and making his surroundings dazzle, the car once again turned around and became a chase for the other three cars.
"Be careful!" Mu Lingdie nervously reminded. Her continuous change of direction caused her to completely lose her sense of direction. Her heart was pounding non-stop, and she was nervous yet excited at the same time. However, she was still relatively calm. Any other woman would have screamed by now.
With one hand, Ye Cheng took out a handgun from his waist, and drove to the most right side of the road, exposing the cars in front of him. With the muzzle of the gun pointed at the window, he quickly pulled the trigger.
"Swoosh, swoosh!" The bullets flew past and the tires on the side of the black van exploded. It instantly lost balance as it drove at high speeds and tumbled onto the wide road. The clanging sound was comparable to the special effects of the movies. Parts of the car flew all over the place, and the inside of the car was wailing and screaming.
As the car flipped over, Brother Ming's car skidded across the driveway and came directly at them at an incredible speed. The driver also did the same thing. The person in charge of the shooting started firing again and again, and Jetta's front windshield was also shattered.
Ye Cheng anxiously dodged, the glass fragments flew onto his body and stabbed into his flesh. He ignored the pain and returned fire through the front window.
A flash of fire went through the window of the van and hit the driver in the head. This fellow died on the spot. His direction became unstable and the car slammed into the fence.
"Bam!" The MPV slammed into the railing, and the driver and copilot both flew out, smashing the windshield. The people in the car lost their balance from the impact and started to howl.
Ye Cheng's blood boiled, he took a deep breath and looked forward, only to see that the last car was parked more than 20 metres away. He pulled the trigger in quick succession, and the bullet flew through the air with a piercing sound.
Two of the shots hit the front wheel of the car, and the MPV flipped over and over. The roof of the MPV continued to slide across the road with a screeching scrape and a series of sparks.