"Bronck, open the door, I'm Joe!"

On the other side of the street, a black-haired man slapped the door in front of him with an anxious expression. While observing the surroundings, he was sweating and couldn't wait to enter.

"Oh, it's Joe, why are you so embarrassed? What happened?"

After hearing the knocking and shouting from his friend's door, the fat black man immediately got out of bed and walked towards the door.

After he opened the door, he saw his friend who looked panicked and asked with confusion.

"Ahem," Qiao blushed and coughed a few times.

"Then come in and talk," Bronck patted his friend Joe's back, with a little concern in his tone.

Bronck and Joe came to the living room. When Joe sat down, Bronck poured him a cup of hot water.

I saw Qiao "gulugulu" drinking the water in the cup a few times. Bronck looked at the friend in front of him and thought that the other party was thirsty.

"Bronck, I've had some trouble recently. Can you send me out? The farther away, the better."

When Joe's face improved a lot, he suddenly pulled Bronck's hand beside him and asked with a pleading look.

"What trouble? Is it so serious?" After Bronck finished asking, the other party took out a gold chain and put it in his hand.

"I robbed a woman on the street..." Qiao lowered his head and hesitated to tell some of the truth.

He was going to come out to buy fruit, but when he passed by a newspaper, he accidentally bumped into the other party. Just when he wanted to apologize, the other party scolded angrily: "Who are you? Don't have eyes?"

"Look, what do you think? You poor boy, hum, you can't afford the decorations on me even if you work all your life. Oh, what are you doing?"

"Oh, someone is robbing!"

Just as the two were competing for the jewelry necklace, Joe took out the fruit knife hidden in his pocket and stabbed him at the other party.

As a result, it was obvious that the gold-worshiping woman could not speak while covering her throat, and blood gushed all over the floor. She finally fell into a pool of blood powerlessly, and the old-fashioned camera at the oblique corner happened to capture his back.

Qiao knew that he was in great trouble, and when he got home, he began to restless and regretted it very much.

Qiao knew that one day the police would come to him, and what awaited him was a slow-growing life in prison. If he didn't make a good deal, he might be sentenced to death.

Feared, he hid in the bed, and soon, he thought of his good friend Bronck, who grew up with him since childhood.

Of course, Joe couldn't tell him about his murder, otherwise the other party might have other ideas.

"Well, where do you want to go?"

"As soon as possible, the farther the better, no matter where you are!"

Although Bronck said this, the pair of brown and black eyes stared at the gold necklace in Joe's hand.

After seeing the other party's greedy expression, Qiao immediately understood and stuffed the gold necklace into the other party's hands.

"How can you be so embarrassed..." Although Bronck said this, his body honestly took the gold necklace into his arms.

He didn't forget to weigh the weight when he was about to finish it, and murmured with a voice he could only hear, "Ms.? Well, it's a little lighter, but it should be sold for a good price."

He was blindfolded by greed, but he did not find any blood marks on the gold necklace.

Bronck brought Joe to his warehouse, where a modified black van was placed.

...

"Bronck, Bronck..."

"Well, I found out that his address is in No. 22, North Street."

The portrait took everyone to the police station and began to look for Bronck based on the clues they provided, but there were too many people who called this name, so they could only let Xiao Yan check it based on his memory.

When they came out of the information room, the sun was almost set, and the blood-red sunset rolled up the white clouds, dyeing them red and turning them into a beautiful dusk.

And when they arrived at Bronck's house, they had already gone to the entrance of the building.

Based on the traces of the tabletops present and the fresh footprints on the grass, the criminal police found that someone had appeared here not long ago. Judging from the current situation, the two of them had escaped...

A black van was running on the wide highway, leaving thick smoke on the ground after passing by.

With a CD in the car playing pop songs, Joe, who was sitting in the passenger seat, drank the food he bought from the department store.

“How long will it take?”

While eating, he looked out from the open car window.

Bronck thought the other party was watching the scenery, so he didn't think much, but Joe was watching whether there were police nearby chasing them...

"It's almost done, I'll cross the boundary after passing this toll intersection."

"Beebeep"

"Please answer if you receive..."

"This is the No. 1 Toll Station. What instructions do the headquarters have?"

"If you see a black van with a license plate SH680, stop me immediately!"

"YES, SIR." After listening to the walkie-talkie, the black road policeman on duty expressed his understanding and then closed the call.

"The vehicle ahead stops and checks!"

Just as the black van was about to arrive at the place, the black detective immediately pulled out of the barrier and intercepted it.

"Don't worry about him, just rush over!" shouted Qiao, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

"No, my car is still the green photo I just got on!" Bronck shook his head, trying to brake and stop to investigate.

"I said, rush over!" Qiao, who was angry and embarrassed, finally couldn't help but reveal his claws - the fruit knife.

"Get out of the car!" The fruit knife pointed at Bronck's head, and the other party could not refuse to agree.

"Don't take action, say something, I'll get out of the car, get out of the car." Bronck raised his hands, took off his seat belt and opened the car door obediently.

With a "bang", Qiao closed the car door, and the black van went farther and farther away from Bronck.

As the van gets closer and closer to it...

When he found something was wrong, the black detective immediately remembered the black van that his boss had just mentioned. He looked up and looked carefully. Isn’t it the one in front of him?

It's really a place to search for something without any effort.

He immediately took out the gun at his waist and walked towards the middle of the road to prepare for interception.

"Stop immediately or I'll shoot!"

However, the black van did not stop and rushed towards him directly. With a "bang", the black road policeman was knocked into the air and finally landed heavily on the ground.

"This is the No. 1 toll station. A group rushed over from here just now and asked for support!"

The black road policeman who was lying on the ground sprayed blood, took out the walkie-talk from his waist, and said weakly.

"My gun!"

“Hey, hey?”

The black van turned around again and appeared in front of him. In the end, Qiao did not crush him directly. He opened the car door and got the pistol that fell on the side, got in the car again and headed towards the road ahead.

The black van gradually disappeared from the sight of the black road policeman...
Chapter completed!