Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I was very tired. The boiling blood had cooled down completely, and it was about to dry out. The cold like ice was transported along the blood vessels to the limbs, weak and stiff. The wound was almost numb and I really wanted to fall to the ground and never get up again.

Is like a bereavement dog.

If Fu Jiang did not arrive in time, I would rather be thrown into the prison by the police. But the police were always late, and it was not my wish to survive the attack from the mask man.

The current physical condition, you can not get rid of the police with your feet alone, you must find a means of transportation.

It is not enough to have transportation. The police can easily block the route on the ground, so they cannot take the usual road.

Didn't have much time to think, and his eyes fell between the two stores on the right. After the man hid the motorcycle and hid in the bucket, he seemed to want to take a short cut. As a result, he witnessed a fierce battle, and then the crowd was blocked. Although he could leave backwards, he seemed to be cursing and cursing. Looking down.

When met my gaze, the man immediately shrank back. Obviously he realized something and was going to run away. But there are people around him, no matter how anxious he is, even if there is a quarrel with others, he can't easily turn the car back. Had to push back the locomotive while scolding.

I quickly walked up, and took out a pistol that was completely bullet-free, threatening it pretendingly, and the crowd watching there immediately disturbed the bird, leaving the man who was turning his head and trying to push the locomotive backward. He soon noticed the unusual changes around him, and when I turned around, I was just using my muzzle against my head.

He opened his mouth and said nothing, and his expression was as stiff as a goose.

"Leave the car, or leave your head? Get out!" I didn't even feel pretended to be fierce, and the tone even sounded weak.

Even so, he still fluttered like a bran.

"You, you slow down ..." Throwing this unknowable word, he turned and ran. While running, I looked back to see if I still pointed at him with a gun.

Of course I will not waste my energy.

Stepped on a motorcycle, and I learned to try to start it from the methods mentioned in the book, on TV, and his population. This is the first time I started the car. It was unexpectedly easy and I got started in less than a minute.

I slowly increased the throttle, and as soon as I turned around, I saw the police car whistling and chasing from behind. I turned the car and drove towards the smallest lane.

There are many vendors and guests in the alleyway. When they saw the car driving in, they immediately threw away the work at hand and jumped away like a duck being driven, close to the wall.

I turned left and right, trying my best to avoid the crowd, but still broke up a lot of stalls. The car ran over the fruit, lifted the poles smoothly, bumped the tofu case, and the chickens and dogs jumped, and there were a few hawkers not far in front of their stalls. .

Of course it is impossible for them to run past the unscrupulous locomotive, screaming at the violent throttle, screaming at the guy who dropped the meal, and crawling to the side.

However, their bad luck did not go far away. The police car behind them also got full throttle, and two cars rushed in. The narrow alleyway was almost full at once. In a burst of sky-rocketing sound, the police car bumped into something on the ground with impunity, and the slightly lighter trash cans and baskets immediately flew into the sky.

"Me, I **** you eighteen generations!"

"You guys who have sons without assholes."

"I want to kill your whole family, the whole family!"

Behind such screams.

By this time, I had turned out of the alley and ran forward along the sidewalk paved with flower floor tiles. I still remember the direction where Fu Jiang disappeared, but there were still chasing soldiers behind me, so I took another direction. The police had obviously passed the air, in addition to the two cars that had been behind him, there were three modified anti-riot vehicles that were overwritten. It was just a red light at this time, even if the buzzer on the roof screamed, you had to be careful about the traffic flow of the shuttle, and the speed had to be reduced.

The shout that made me surrender has not stopped, and it is mixed with the whistle of the car, like a festive holiday.

I watched the surrounding buildings all the way, and immediately recognized my position, so I drove towards the direction of a comprehensive food city in my memory, and pedestrians shouted in retreat.

The food city is located between two streets. You can enter from any one of them. There is a long corridor filled with tables and chairs, and a private shop selling various kinds of food. Although when I first opened, I had a lot of fun because I could eat a wide variety of hot foods, but after eating them all, I found that they were not as authentic and delicious as I thought, so I never went there again.

In recent days, in order to accommodate more customers, in addition to leaving a two-meter wide aisle, the rest of the space is used as a dining table. At this time, dinner time has not yet passed, and when I arrived by bike, there were quite a lot of passengers. Seeing the distance between the aisles and the crowds, I drove the locomotive in without hesitation.

Is another hustle and bustle.

Someone yelled at the security guard. I have got out of the car and pushed it down in the middle.

When turned his head, the three security guards were walking away from the crowd with their faces raised.

They used light to see the blood stains on my body.

"What are you doing here? Leave quickly, or we will call the police." One of them said cautiously.

I took out the left wheel.

"Don't think that you can bluff people with a toy gun." The security guard who said this was a bit fierce.

The man closest to me suddenly reached out and wanted to grab a gun. UU reading www.uukanshu.com would have been easy before, but at the moment he is just an ordinary person. I knocked on the stretched hand with the gun handle for the first time, and he retracted it like an electric shock. I had already deceived him on the near side and gave him a chin with the gun handle. The battle started and ended soon. A security guard fell down, and the other two people who hurriedly supported him hadn't responded. After being rushed past me, I kicked in the buttocks and fell like a hoist.

The sound of the siren stopped at the entrance. They also noticed that there was no traffic, so they came out of the car one after another. Seeing these heavily armed police officers, people burst into courage again. In addition to several came in with guns, the rest began to organize the evacuation of the crowd.

I was hiding in the crowd and jumped into a store. When the clerk found me, he was threatened by me and dared not to speak. Let me walk along the side door of the store like a fish, and get out from the door leading to another street. Only then did I hear someone screaming: "Here, he ran there."

People who are familiar with the geographical location here also make people copy from this exit, but this exit leads to the pedestrian street, and the entrants are inevitably slowed down by the crowd.

I quickly rushed into the big mall next door, and entered the elevator on the top floor in the eyes of others in amazement. This floor is a clothing area. The guests do not have the noise of buying toys under their feet, the number is not large, and the atmosphere is elegant and quiet. Because the products are all clearly priced, there is no room for bargaining, so everyone is talking in a very gentle manner, and the voice quickly dissipates in the aisle as soon as it leaves the store.

The clerk will hardly leave the storefront to which he belongs, and try to avoid vocal places when walking. In this way, my blood-stained blood was almost noticed only after entering the store.