Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

The light in the empty room was extremely dim, and even the air was thin.

A large old red wooden table was placed in the center, with one person sitting on each of the three sides, and wisps of hot steam wafting from the teacups on the table.

One of them was dressed in white, with slightly curly black semi-long hair, and had a handsome appearance. He wore a white leather glove on his right hand.

The whole person looked calm and composed.

The man sitting at the top was dressed in black and had a black mask on his face that made it impossible to see his features. When he drank tea, he slightly lifted the bottom of the mask, and even his smile was muffled.

The man on the left was also dressed in black. He was tall and big, with black hair and dark skin. His expression was unclear in the dim room, and one could only vaguely see a very long and hideous scar on his face.

Three cups of hot tea were placed on the table. The man sitting at the top spoke first, "Since we're both Chinese, it's easy to talk. It's fate that we can sit here and drink tea together. I, Zhuang, will connect you two."

He turned his gaze to the young man on the side and said, "Mr. Yu, let me introduce you. This is Lao Gui. The M1911 pistol you want is Lao Gui's."

The man called Laogui glanced at the young man with a scrutinizing look in his eyes, but said nothing.

"Old Ghost." Yu Zuo smiled softly, looked at the white gloves in his hand, and his eyes fell on the man beside him. "He is one of the most famous members of the underground mafia organization and one of the most wanted criminals on the red list of Country Y."

The old ghost glanced at him and said, "It seems you know a lot."

His words were full of provocation and ferocity. When the younger brother behind him heard it, he immediately pulled out his gun and pointed it at Yu Zuo, "Who the hell are you? How dare you investigate our Brother Gui!"

Seeing this, Qi Tai, who was behind Yu Zuo, also stepped forward. Just as he was about to draw his gun, Yu Zuo took advantage of the situation and pulled out his gun, loaded it, aimed at the little brother behind Lao Gui and fired a shot with a "bang", which was quick and decisive.

Blood splattered on the spot and the man fell to the ground.

The man called Laogui didn't even blink, but just stared at Yu Zuo.

Yu Zuo threw the gun to Qi Tai and smiled politely, "Brother Laogui, your subordinate is ignorant, I will teach him a lesson for you, do you mind?"

His speed and marksmanship were extremely fast, and the bullet hit the man's eyebrows accurately without any deviation. Anyone who knows about guns knows that anyone who can have such marksmanship is naturally not simple.

But Lao Gui had never heard of his name in the underworld.

"Which organization are you from?" asked the old ghost.

"That's not important. We're just trying to make a living." Yu Zuo still had a polite smile on his face. "Since it's a deal, then name your price for the gun we want."

The old ghost stared at him without saying a word.

Zhuang Ce understood the turbulent situation between the two and tried to smooth things over. "Mr. Yu, you may not know that Lao Gui doesn't like money, but he loves fun and excitement."

"Oh?" Yu Zuo asked with a smile, "How do you stimulate it?"

Zhuang Ce placed the teacup on the table and said, "There's a city chase going on outside. The person being chased is the old ghost's prey."

He looked at Yu Zuo and said, "Let's play a game. If Mr. Yu's men can snatch the prey from Lao Gui's hands, you can fire as many shots as you want."

"No problem." Yu Zuo agreed straightforwardly, standing up and straightening his clothes. "Then I'll play with Brother Laogui."

......

There were too many people and obstacles on the street. In order to avoid hurting innocent people, the black Koenigsegg drove onto the highway, but the motorcycle behind it continued to chase it closely.

Qiao Ruyi was sitting in the passenger seat, having some difficulty moving. Just as she was about to raise her head to check the direction, there was a burst of machine gun fire from behind, and as soon as she raised her head, someone pushed it down.

"Stay still." Ling Che placed the hand holding the gun on top of her head, which became his support.

The bullets fired from behind all hit the windshield at the rear of the sports car, and the glass cracked instantly.

At this time, a motorcycle accelerated from behind. Ling Che glanced at the rearview mirror and saw two men sitting on the motorcycle, wrapped tightly from head to toe, holding two machine guns in their hands.

He smiled, even the mafia showed up.

The motorcycle fired at the car body while speeding to the right side of the sports car.

On the right was Qiao Ruyi's seat. Ling Che's eyes flashed, and he quickly turned the steering wheel to move the car to the right, driving quickly along the highway on the right.

The motorcycle was diverted by the sports car and turned around to come from the left. Qiao Ruyi felt the hand on her head move away, and the pistol was quickly changed hands, and then gunshots were heard from the car.

It was the sound of Ling Che exchanging gunfire with someone from behind.

After two shots, someone in the back of the car fell to the ground, but the bullets in his pistol were exhausted.

The man was steering the car with one hand and taking out a new magazine from the roof compartment with the other. He then skillfully loaded the magazine with one hand, his movements smooth and fluid.

"Oh shit!"

The man on the motorcycle cursed, looked at the sports car ahead that he could never catch up with, and asked into his headset, "Brother Gui, he's going too fast and changing lanes too many times. What should I do if I can't catch up?"

Zhuang Ce's voice came from the headset, "He's a racer. It's normal that you can't catch him. In that case, there's no need to catch him. Just blow up his car and send him on his way."

"Yes." The man on the motorcycle heard the order and fired a shot at the fuel tank of the vehicle to inform his companions.

All of a sudden, several machine guns changed their targets and fired at the fuel tank of the sports car.

The car body suddenly shook, and Qiao Ruyi smelled a strong smell of gasoline in the car.

"Ling Che?" She raised her eyes and looked at the man suddenly.

Ling Che curled his lips, "You guessed right, the car is about to explode, and we're going to be blown into fireworks."

He was still in the mood to joke at this time. Qiao Ruzhi saw that he was not in a hurry, so she smiled and said, "That's fine. In the next life, when you go to kindergarten, I will come to find you again."

Ling Che lowered his eyes to look at her, and she really didn't look afraid at all.

"Silly girl." He smiled and asked her seriously, "Did you see what's ahead?"

Qiao Ruyi sat up and looked ahead, but saw nothing but the endless highway.

"There's an abandoned building not far ahead. Prepare to jump out of the car in three minutes."