"There are ten minutes left, come out quickly." Wu Chen pushed the baseball cap and tightly grasped the steering wheel to cheer himself up.

It seemed as if he heard his prayers, and two minutes later, a long-haired woman in black tight leather jacket stepped out of the bar.

"It's her!" Wu Chen stepped on the accelerator, but the old Poussan slowly started and moved forward calmly. What about Fujiwara Tofu House's own house, the bullshit text D, and the accelerator was all exposed when he kicked the accelerator.

"Tsk!" In just a short time, several luxury cars whistled by, leaving behind contempt in the wind.

The otakus who was so nervous that he was not even considering anything else! His eyes were getting closer and closer! Seeing the luxury car parked around the woman in the leather clothes, Wu Chen gritted his teeth and buzzed the steering wheel!

Pusan ​​brushed the sparks and crashed into the sidewalk.

"Bang!" Pusan, who was covered in bruises, struggled to stop the car after leaning against the trash can.

"Damn!" The luxury car owners were stunned: "It's really a kind!"

The woman in tight leather clothes stared at her big eyes and looked at Wu Chen, who was covered in blood, raised her head from the steering wheel.

"Get into the car!" Wu Chen kicked the car door open with a random bleeding from his nose.

"Yeah..." I don't know if I was frightened or really drunk too much, the woman turned her eyes and threw herself into the car.

He rushed into the car with a rush, and he didn't bother to close the door, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

"Bang!" Along with the car door flying into the air, Pousan disappeared on the street corner.

Leave a piece of glass residue on the ground.

"This guy, you've just been released from prison." The bone pickers looked at each other, their eyes full of horror.

"No, I just released it from the comics." He glanced back at his luxury car. He didn't have the courage to take a shortcut like Poussan. After all, similar corpse-picking scenes are performed almost every day on the nightclub street, so it's nothing to go home empty-handed once or twice.

"Roar!" Wu Chen slapped the steering wheel and roared, venting the joy of success. But before he could calm down, his phone had already rang.

Needless to say, they must be the best friends in the dormitory.

Sure enough, the fat man's avatar was illuminating in the center of the screen.

"Hey, Xiao Chenchen, have the task been completed?" As soon as he slides and unlocks, the fat man's voice rushed out.

"Picked it up." Wu Chen subconsciously glanced at the woman in leather dress curled up in the passenger seat.

"Oye! I'm right? Hehe! The sword is a bit different! Your broken car that no one picked up after being thrown away, and it's immediately different when you spray it on the Fujiwara tofu shop, right? Even if Ferrari passes by you, you can't help but take a look!" The fat man roared proudly.

"I understand." Wu Chen smiled bitterly.

"Xiao Chenchen, come on!" Perhaps in order not to disturb Wu Chen's work, the fat man hung up the phone consciously.

Soon, Pusan ​​turned into the familiar alley and stopped in front of a milk tea shop.

The shop belongs to the sister of Anzai, the fat man who had just spoken to him. It is early in the morning and the milk tea shop has already closed. Use the key Anzai secretly equipped to open the rolling gate and drive the car in. When the falling rolling gate blocked the street light, Wu Chen breathed a sigh of guilt.

"Then let's start!" After cheering himself up, Wu Chen then opened the trunk, first took out a large tool box, and then took out an inflatable mattress.

But when he walked to the co-pilot who had no car door, he was stunned.

The warm corpse disappeared.

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Chapter completed!