Wang Lang's murderous intent suddenly broke into the storm. The medical staff next to him clearly felt that not far from the sea of ​​fire, but a chill from the inside out directly swept across everyone's body.

Several nurses did not catch Wang Lang and saw Wang Lang rushing towards a place.

The man, who was covered in black, grinned, showed his white teeth, and turned slowly on the motorcycle accelerator and twisted away.

Wang Lang turned around and drove, his speed was adjusted to the maximum in one breath, and he chased the man in black.

The man looked back at Wang Lang and grinned, and the speed was faster.

According to criminal psychology, most criminals will return to the scene after killing people, either feeling anxious or returning to appreciate their masterpieces.

The moment Wang Lang saw the man in black, he knew who this person was.

The man in black obviously knew this terrain very well and specifically looked for those narrow alleys to drill into it.

Wang Lang had fallen into madness, expressionless, staring calmly at the man in black who was riding a bicycle with his butt sticking out in front of him. He had never gotten off after speeding up to 200.

The man in black drifted and turned beautifully at a right angle bend.

Wang Lang beat the steering wheel to death and stepped on the brakes together. The alley is not much wider than the car. The chance of such a right-angle bend is almost zero.

Just as the man in black looked back proudly, his pupils suddenly shrank, and Wang Lang behind him turned around and rushed over.

The man in black rushed forward at the maximum speed.

Wang Lang followed behind with expressionless face.

The man in black is obviously not as fast as Wang Lang's car. Only by turning into a right-angle turn again and again can the distance between him and Wang Lang be briefly opened.

What shocked the man in black was that after a few times, Wang Lang's right-angle turn was getting faster and faster, so four or five times later, he could basically float over at a speed of 200.

The man in black finally felt a little anxious. He grabbed the handlebar with one hand and touched it in his arms with the other hand. He took out a gun and turned around and aimed it at Wang Lang with three shots.

After three shots, the man in black was confused. There was nothing wrong with the car window ball. It was a good thing. Wang Lang was faster and fucked directly to 222. He suddenly hit the buttocks of the man in black. The man in black panicked and accelerated and rushed forward. He turned around and looked at Wang Lang with a bullet.

The bullet hit Wang Lang's tire, and the man in black was stunned again.

Still nothing is the ball.

Bang!

Wang Lang once again pressed the motorcycle of the man in black.

The man in black looked back and saw Wang Lang in the driver's seat through the car window. The man in black was shocked by the eyes of the ancient Jing Wubo. His hands almost hit the wall. The handlebars were rubbing against the wall for a distance before driving normally.

He changed the magazine with one hand and turned around and shot Wang Lang a few more times. He then ran away and left a white mark on the car.

Bang!

Wang Lang hit the man in black again. The motorcycle under the man in black was stumbled forward, put away his gun and touched the bag behind him, and found a grenade.

The man in black slowed down slightly, calculated the time, and threw the grenade behind him after a few seconds.

There was a rumbling sound.

The man in black shrank his neck and his waist, and his body was tightly attached to the motorcycle.

I turned around and looked at it, and was so shocked that I almost hit the wall again.

Wang Lang's front of the car was tightly attached to the parking space of the man in black.

As soon as he stepped on the accelerator under his feet, Wang Lang's car rushed forward with the man in black's motorcycle. The man in black's expression changed drastically, which was simply a desperate move.

"madman!"

The man in black turned around and looked at his expressionless face, Wang Lang roared angrily.

Reach your hand and press a button in front.

With a bang, a flame emerged from behind the motorcycle's butt. The motorcycle's speed increased a lot, and gradually distanced itself from Wang Lang.

There was a cross in front of it. The man in black took out a smoke bomb again and threw it back before rushing to the cross in.

Bang!

Wang Lang suddenly stopped the car and clearly felt that he had hit someone.

Wang Lang got out of the car with murderous aura and saw a motorcycle lying not far away, and a curled man lying on the ground.

Not a man in black.

His ears moved, Wang Lang helped up the motorcycle, twisted the accelerator, and rushed out.

The man in black looked back and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, someone rushed out halfway and was hit by Wang Lang. Otherwise, he would have been cold at this moment. Wang Lang's look made him feel like he fell into the Nine Netherworlds.

The oil gauge showed that there was not much oil. The man in black turned off the previous button, and the flame on the buttocks of the motorcycle also shrank back.

After leaving the alley and heading to the street, he found a direction and was about to go, but suddenly his ears stood up. When he turned around, his eyes almost popped out. Wang Lang rode a motorcycle and chased after him.

The man in black twisted the accelerator and rushed in one direction.

Wang Lang behind him was getting shorter and shorter. The man in black changed the magazine with one hand, and shot Wang Lang behind him with a bullet.

The next scene was almost scared to death by the man in black.

Wang Lang's car basically swayed left and right, like a crazy rush that rubbed the ground. Occasionally, he jumped up, and sometimes he hung on the motorcycle diagonally, and the man in black all shots of bullets were empty.

"Mom sells the quotation!" The man in black roared angrily, and when he saw a ghost, he pressed the button just now again. A flame spurted out from the buttocks of the motorcycle and rushed towards the front.

Wang Lang continued to follow behind without expression, with the coldness frozen in his eyes being frozen by murderous intent. One glance can make people feel cold until they die.

The distance between the two was pulled wide, but Wang Lang still fell far behind.

After leaving Linghe City, the man in black looked back and found that Wang Lang was still following behind, and his car fuel was already at the end.

Take out the last grenade from the backpack, pull open the bracelet and pinch the time and throw it back.

The next scene became a scene that the man in black would never forget in his life. Wang Lang directly raised the front of the car and the whole car flew up. The grenade exploded under the motorcycle. Wang Lang squatted on the motorcycle. The moment the explosion, he kicked his feet and flew out and rushed towards the man in black. That scene was like a god descending to earth.

When Wang Lang fell down, he landed behind the man in black. The man in black reacted very quickly and raised his hand to shoot, but Wang Lang reacted faster. With a touch of his hand, the pistol came to Wang Lang's hand. He pulled the man in black and jumped up, and the two of them fell to the ground. The motorcycle rushed forward and fell down and rubbed the ground, turning and continued to rush forward.

The black muzzle pointed at the man in black's head.

The man in black raised his hands, "Listen to me, listen to me, I am employed, I am just using money to do business."

Wang Lang knocked on the man in black's helmet. The man in black took off his helmet, raised his hands high, and knelt in front of Wang Lang.

"I'm using money to do business. It's not intentional to catch fire. It's because the power outage at home. The candle they lit accidentally knocked over and then caught fire."

Bang!

Wang Lang shot the man in black in a shot.
Chapter completed!