Rebirth of the National Male God: Master Quan, Fancy Favorite Chapter 164

  Chapter 164 Drag Racing (1)

  Is someone following?

  Hearing these four words, Qu Yizhao's eyes lit up, and then pulled Guo Le, and said excitedly: "I'll drive, I'll drive, I promise to get rid of them!"

  Guo Le twitched the corner of his mouth, and when he was about to say that this was not a trivial matter, Quan Bingyan said flatly, "Let her do it."

  The tones and ups and downs of the three characters Mingming are exactly the same, indifferent and reserved, even the voices are about the same size, but Guo Le can hear a hint of indulgence.

   Doting? Spoil your sister, spoil your sister! Guo Le couldn't help but swear in his heart.

  But Guo Le still honestly gave up the driver's seat to Qu Yizhao who couldn't drive.

  Qu Yizhao silently called out to Qiuqiu in his heart, asking Qiuqiu to fetch all the information here to her.

  Guo Le watched Qu Yizhao's movements like sitting on pins and needles, and was extremely nervous. At the same time, Guo Le also stared at the car that seemed to be following them from the rearview mirror.

   Four tall men in suits sat in a Mercedes 100 meters away from Qu Yizhao and others, and one of them was wiping the sniper rifle in his hand without saying a word.

   "Hey, Little Brun, this task is a super big fish! Be careful and careful, Little Brun~"

  The **** man sitting next to Brun laughed loudly. He patted Brun on the shoulder vigorously and said.

   Sitting in the passenger seat was a white man with blond hair and blue eyes. He took a look at the black man's movements and advised, "Beamon, advice, put down your hand, be careful that the boss will shoot you down."

   Beamon curled his lips, shrugged his shoulders exaggeratedly, spread his hands, and said, "Okay, okay, who makes Little Brun the boss's heart! No one can compare to Little Brun!"

  The blond-haired, blue-eyed white man couldn't help but sneered, and said, "Oh, if you can get the head of a politician under careful protection, and escape in the end, the old nature will also like you!"

   Beamon waved his hand, grinned exaggeratedly, and said, "If I had that strength, I would have quit this business a long time ago!"

   As the central figure, Bren ignored the two of them at all. He wiped the sniper rifle in his hand self-consciously, and stared at his sniper rifle with a pair of brown eyes without blinking, as if it was some kind of treasure.

  The black-haired man sitting in the driver's seat took a puff of a cigarette, and said lightly: "If you two have Brune's spirit and determination, heh, you won't be overwhelmed by those two guys."

  The hoarse voice was full of magnetism and a bit of **** **** (Qíng). As soon as he opened his mouth, the white man with blond hair and blue eyes and the **** man shut up one after another.

   For a while, the atmosphere in the car fell into silence.

   Within a few minutes, I saw Brun put the sniper rifle in his hand on his knee, and then said lightly: "I adjusted it."

  As soon as Bren said this, the **** man was the first to couldn't help but let out a "heh".

  Afterwards, he looked at the man in the driver's seat with great excitement, and said, "Boss, shall we start?"

  The blond-haired, blue-eyed white man in the passenger seat did not speak, but the excitement and passion in his eyes had already betrayed him.

  The man in the driver's seat hooked his mouth, slowly exhaled the smoke, and then crushed the cigarette **** into the ashtray.

   From the hoarse throat, four exciting words spit out lightly.

   "Hunting, go."

   Thanks for the 300 book coins rewarded by the following criminals.

  (end of this chapter)

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