Chicken fly dog ​​jump

On the way back, Blake felt something was wrong, and he seemed to be following someone vaguely behind him.

Black frowned, and pressed the CD-ROM drive. Almost at the same time, a dark car behind him stopped in front of Black's car. Two small-caliber muzzles were deployed in front of the car. Black looked at the muzzles as if they were charging, Sensitive landed down.

Blake pressed the in-vehicle communication system and tried to talk to the other party, but the other party answered.

"Get out of the car, don't resist, and save your life."

Blake understood, it turned out that it was for the convenience of shouting lines.

Blake thought for a while and asked, "What if I don't go down?"

The person on the other side didn't answer and cut off the conversation. Blake looked up and saw that the other person got off the car directly.Sighing, it seems that he didn't even intend to give him a chance to stall for time, the technique is quite sophisticated.

The muzzle of the black gun was pressed against the window of the car, and the other party made a gesture to let him get out of the car. Black wanted to fight back, but his car was just an ordinary family car, and even with his thoughts, he couldn't conjure a cannon barrel.Taking a deep breath, Black stretched out his hand and raised his middle finger. The car slid backwards suddenly, and the car turned around to take the opportunity to escape.

With a sound of "boom", the car was hit by the rear wheel before it could go a few meters away. Blake's forehead hit the console heavily, rubbing the aching forehead, hooking the corners of his mouth helplessly, thinking that he could just get caught like this , or to struggle again.

"Bang bang" several gunshots, probably hitting some important driving part, Black curled his lips in boredom, after all, he was the only one, and he couldn't beat a few well-trained sentries.

A car whizzed up, and the body almost brushed against Black's body and stopped. Black was stunned, and Rhine's murderous face was reflected in the opposite car window.

The in-vehicle communication system rang again, Blake picked it up, and Rhine said fiercely, "Get out of the car."

Blake couldn't help but glanced at him again, he must have neglected his duties and ran over, he didn't have time to change his military uniform, he looks like a dog.

Rhine repeated: "Get out of the car."

Blake laughed: "You are dereliction of duty, Major General."

Rhine frowned: "It is the responsibility of the military to protect the safety of every citizen of Weilan, and scientific researchers must be 'focused' on protection. Come down quickly." Lies don't blush or breathe.

Blake sighed, "If you want me to get down, you move the car away from my door."

Rhine froze for a moment, and changed the direction of the car without changing his face.

Blake glanced at the enemy who was approaching cautiously. It seemed that the person still gave the order to catch him. He got out of the car and complained: "Hey, can you beat it alone? Why do you have to get out of the car?"

Rhine stood by his car door, stroking his forehead with his fingers, gently as if inviting him to dance instead of fight.

The annoyance just now seemed to be hidden behind his gentle face by Rhine, he smiled and looked down at him, almost bringing Blake into his shadow: "I know, this kind of small role, I just want to try , the feeling of fighting side by side with you."

Rhine wanted to say something more, but the black rose had already climbed onto his shoulders, and Black had no expression on his face: "Put your hands back, be honest."

Rhine had no choice but to vent all his dissatisfaction on the enemy, kicked one over, and turned his head with aggrieved face: "You don't even give me spiritual instructions."

Blake rolled his eyes: "It's not necessary."

Rhine was serious: "You are disrespecting the enemy."

"It's respect for you to kick someone's face with the sole of your shoe, fart, finish beating quickly, and give you mental counseling after beating."

One minute later, Rhine lay comfortably on Black's lap.

The author has something to say: Look at the cover I made!Is it cute or not!It’s okay to say the cover isn’t cute, how about complimenting me on being cute?

PS I recently wrote and found that there seemed to be a lot of bugs in front of me. In order to prevent it from being regarded as a fake update, I will make a unified revision in a few days... If you find any bugs or typos, remember to tell me