"Good morning, everyone, welcome to Chicago Express, a vicious attack occurred in Spencer Building. Kabuke Spencer and his son Wicks Spencer fled last night in a helicopter. On the way, the plane crashed, causing several buildings and street damage......"

Nearly mid-October, the city center was from north to south. At this time, the sun was rising into the clouds. There were many nearby residents or homeless people sitting by the fast food restaurants with tomatoes and hot dogs hanging on the roadside.

When he heard the helicopter crash scene playing the news, the bearded white man with flowery arms raised the beer in his hand excitedly, and many people sitting around followed suit.

"To that casino tycoon, you can get the love of the angels in heaven."

"Haha... May there be no helicopters in heaven, man!"

"Farke, Spencer, the bitch...and his addict son!"

People around them followed suit, raised the carrots, tomato soup, or clear water in their hands and greeted the TV news hanging in the corner of the wall happily. Amid the noisy words, a corner far away from the crowd, a figure slightly lowered his face, put down the spoon in his hand, whispered to the waiter to check out, took the hot dog that had not been eaten yet, and bypassed everyone's sight, and quietly left the store.

The sunshine rising among the clouds shone on his face. The young man pretended to be a hot dog, looked at the streets on both sides, turned around and walked quickly along the street to a dilapidated neighborhood nearby.

In the dirty corners, flies buzzing, the red brick walls were covered with graffiti, and a few thin Mexican women were smoking cigarettes and twisting their butts to the orientals passing by, seducing him to go in and experience the exotic style.

Junxiu glanced at a black car slowly driving in on the street in the neighborhood. She suddenly turned around and went to the alley entrance, pulled a Mexican woman in a pose and walked into the room. Before the other party could ask him what kind of service he wanted, she stuffed the hot dog into the woman's mouth with her backhand, knocked the woman's neck with a knife, gently placed it against the worn wooden bed, and jumped out of another window.

The slowly coming sedan stopped, and a few white men in suits pressed their headsets and waved to the nearby wanderings to get out of the way.

The warning eyes and the extra firearms in their hands also made the gangsters who wanted to come and control the block raised their hands and retreated. Soon, the door kicked open under a white man's feet. What they saw was a Mexican woman fainting on the bed with a hot dog in her arms, walking to the open window, pressing her headset and whispering.

"Boss, that Li ran away."

There was a voice over there: "You continue to pursue and drive him back to your residence."

"Know."

Several people opened the back door and separated the sides along the alley and quickly followed and followed the traces to follow. They were the CIA branch of Chicago, the United States. A few days ago, they took over the task of Professor Harris being killed and the research data was stolen. The Chinese person who was locked up was proficient in anti-researching methods. After several days of deployment and the help of block cameras, they found the other party's hiding place.

Now is the time to close the internet.

In the intertwined box, the lonely figure climbed around, slowly pushed open the door, flashed back to the rental room, took a pistol under the pillow and turned off the waist, put on a hooded sweatshirt, covered her hair, and then took another empty bag and carried it on her back.

Stepping...

Hearing the footsteps outside, Li Ran jumped onto the bed, flipped over the window opposite, and kicked the door open, and there was a voice shouting, "Don't move, CIA!" The young man turned over and fell to the iron ladder below. He saw a few men in black approaching with guns, grabbed the handrail and turned upwards, running up the ladder to the roof of the building. Several gunshots exploded between his feet, and sparks were splashing between the fences.

"He went up there, hurry!"

"Can't run away!!"

As the CIA members catching up with the screams of the CIA members on the roof, the Oriental man in front of him suddenly helped out, stepped on the edge of the roof, jumped up, landed on the lower balcony opposite, rolled to the ground to remove the force, and stopped when he hit the balcony door, kicked open the door, shocking the woman who was taking a bath inside, and the man holding the dining plate was in chaos.

Not far away, in a command car, a man with thin cheeks stared at the oriental man who was walking past the roof of the building and slipped out of the house. He rubbed his front teeth with his tongue and took the communicator to put it in his mouth.

"The rabbit comes out of the nest, the falcon is ready! Force the prey to the planned location to capture it."

Immediately, the command car started, and cars of different colors parked around were also started one by one, poured out of the parking space and drove out of the parking lot. After a moment, an old car drove out of the block road ahead, which was Li Ran.

This block has been controlled by the CIA. Even though he knew that there were people preparing to arrest outside, he had to follow the other party's plan and drive away. He could at least have a try when he got outside, otherwise he would have to be caught in a jar.

"Then just chase after me. The hard drive is not on me anyway. The longer I chase, the better."

After looking at the cars that were catching up in the rearview mirror, Li Ran grinned, stepped on the accelerator and rushed to the road leading to the suburbs.

The sun was almost noon getting hot in the autumn, and pedestrians were coming and going, waiting for the green light at the intersection. Fred took advantage of the time of vacation to lead his daughter and his wife and he walked out of the supermarket to shop while talking and laughing.

"Fred, I don't think taking a vacation is a bad thing. At least you can spend time with us on weekends, or maybe relaxing, which will make you feel better."

"Maybe."

The man looked at his wife and smiled. The green light on the sidewalk lit up. He led his daughter to go over the road. When his steps fell down the street, there were sounds of cars roaring at the end of the street. Then there were bursts of people's screams and a dilapidated car rushed over.

Fred quickly grabbed his daughter and wife and retreated back to the street. He swung past the window of the front of the car. He saw the young man who was confused inside.

'plum?!'

The car shook its tail and turned to another street. Seven or eight cars followed closely behind, and a wide command car.

‘CIA……’

The man looked at the vehicle chasing the distance, hesitated for a while, and handed his daughter's hand to his wife, "Take Jennifer back first."

After the words came, he ran across the sidewalk regardless of his wife's call, rushed to start the off-road vehicle parked opposite, started the car, and stepped on the accelerator and followed behind.

‘If I lose something, I will find it with my own hands!’

However, the hard drive that everyone is pursuing.

At this time, someone was holding it in his hand and then throwing it into his bag. Wang Ruhu stood by a river, picked up a flat stone, threw it into the river, and drifted it.
Chapter completed!