Hiller looked at the pursuing police cars through the rearview mirror. There was no trace of panic in his eyes. He followed the plan and said to his partner in the passenger seat, "Hey, Joe, show them what you got!"
"Leave it to me!"
Amidst the muffled reply, Joe's partner, who was high on drugs, shouted as he held his submachine gun and leaned out of the window.
Dak Dak Dak!
The sounds of the submachine gun blasted one after another.
The pursuing police cars were all affected by the commotion.
What was worse was that the driver of one of the police cars was shot in the arm.
Bang!
Bang Bang!
Although the driver tried his best to control the car, the loss of control of his arm still caused the police car to crash into the one next to it. Then, it triggered a chain reaction.
One police car after another crashed into each other.
"Hahahaha!
Did you see that?
Did you see that?
"A perfect, grand performance."
Joe shouted in a delirious state. His finger on the trigger never loosened from the start to the end. His gun was shaking non-stop, and bullets were flying out like scattered flowers.
A sharpshooter was scary.
But a lousy shooter was even scarier.
Because, you have no idea where he will shoot the bullet.
Joe was the best of the best.
The drug from before had already made him extremely excited. Everything that was happening now was nothing more than a show to liven things up.
Entertainment had to be fun to be called entertainment.
So, as soon as the magazine was empty, Joe put in a new one.
The sound of the submachine gun became the only melody in the street in the morning. Panicked screams and painful wails became the only accompaniment.
But Joe didn't care.
At this moment, he had forgotten himself.
Therefore, he didn't notice the strange expression on his partner's face.
There was a sense of mockery and coldness on his face.
Just as Joe was about to reload again, the car suddenly stopped.
Pak!
The magazine fell to the ground.
"Hiller, what are you doing?"
Joe shouted.
But his partner didn't answer.
Instead, he turned the car around and aimed at the police car behind him. He stepped on the gas pedal and pressed the heavy bag that he had prepared beforehand. Then, he jumped out of the car.
After rolling twice on the ground, Hiller, who was only slightly injured, didn't even look at the terrible impact behind him. He just rushed to the planned convenience store.
"Get lost!"
Bang!
The sound of gunfire was the best deterrence. The people in the convenience store who had long been frightened by the scene on the street flocked out, and Hiller strode toward the back door of the convenience store.
There, he had prepared sufficient supplies for his escape.
He was extremely confident that he could escape from Rain City.
Hiller pushed open the back door of the convenience store and quickly walked to the trash can with bags of escape necessities, but the moment he opened the trash can, he was stunned.
The bag hidden here is gone.
Someone took it away?
No!
Impossible!
This place would only be cleaned once every other day, and the trash from the convenience store would be thrown here at the same time at night.
Moreover, it was currently morning. Simply put, no one would be able to discover what he had hidden here.
"Are you looking for this?"
Suddenly, a heavy, coarse voice sounded behind him.
"Who is it?!"
Hiller instinctively turned around and pointed the gun behind him, but the person standing behind him was faster than Hiller could have imagined.
Pak!
The moment Hiller turned around, the gun in his hand was kicked away.
Then …
Shadows of kicks filled the sky!
Hiller was like a small boat in a storm, after kick after kick, he sank to the bottom.
Bang Bang Bang!
Kick after kick, the sounds of bones breaking and tendons snapping were mixed with words that Hiller couldn't understand.
"This kick is for my honey apricot mousse!"
"This kick is for Cristal Chocolate!"
"This kick is for Mango Camaro!"
"This kick is for Matcha Red Bean Pie!"
"This kick is for Half Cooked Cheese Pudding!"
…
Why are they all names of pastries?
Did I not pay for my food?
But I don't eat pastries!
Why is it like this?
With an unsolvable mystery in his mind, Hiller fell to the ground and fainted.
After another kick to Hiller's face, Kieran finally stopped.
He grabbed Hiller's backpack and headed to the back street of the convenience store.
As he walked, he put his shoes, coat, and other items that might leave his traces in a plastic bag that he had prepared beforehand.
When he returned to the minivan, he had changed back to his usual black T-shirt, jeans, and basketball shoes.
"Drive."
Kieran ordered after he got into the minivan.
"Yes, boss."
Gorbor started the minivan without further questions.
As an ace bodyguard, Gorbor knew what to ask and what not to ask.
After driving out of the street block, Kieran purposely told Gorbor to drive further away before he threw the plastic bag and Hiller's bag into the trash can.
There were quite a lot of coins in the bag, and even though he knew it was clean, it was useless to Kieran, so he didn't feel any burden throwing it away.
When Kieran returned to the coffee shop, Riton Lystie had left with his bodyguards.
"Everything went smoothly.
Where did you go? "
Eckart signaled Kieran with his hand and asked.
"Went for a walk."
Kieran answered without batting an eyelid.
"I thought you would go after those armed thugs!"
Eckart joked.
"Go after them?
"No, I won't cause trouble for them."
Kieran said seriously.
'I am going to punish them.'
Kieran added in his heart before he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
Eckart, who had a general understanding of Kieran's habits, naturally kept his mouth shut. Likewise, Hiller was exhausted and frightened, so he needed rest to replenish his energy.
Only Lyn Amie was still energetic.
He widened his eyes and quietly sized up Kieran.
He had a feeling that Kieran didn't mean what he said.
"He must be lying."
Lyn Amie, who had been in contact with actors for a long time, made a firm guess, but that was all. You want me to question Kieran?
I don't have the guts.
…
At that moment, Lin An, with blood on his forehead, dashed into the back alley of the convenience store.
The middle-aged officer saw the deformed bastard on the ground with a single glance.
The infuriated officers followed Lin An, but when they saw the man on the ground … well, let's put it that way for now. After all, other than the shape of a man, they couldn't see the man's face.
"Was he stepped on by an elephant?"
"No, no!"
"Looks like he was run over by a rhino!"
"Terrible!"
"Really terrible!"
…
Lin An frowned when he heard his colleagues discussing softly.
Somehow, a person's image appeared in his mind.
He didn't have any evidence.
But it did.
"Call an ambulance!
And … "
"Check the surrounding three blocks!"
Ordered the officer.
He then turned around and ran towards the police cruiser.
He had something to prove.
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