"Drink...drink...well...drink..."

Under the night, I ran wildly on the street where the convenience store was still on for only 24 hours a day. The arms that were thrown away supported the body's balance. While watching Pablo chase Ted's figure turn into Hu, I quickly adjusted the big step to small steps on the weekend, and pedaled small steps on the ground like duck webbeds. While increasing resistance to inertia, I moved forward along with inertia. When I approached the entrance of the alley, I reached out to grab the corner of the wall, and then pulled my body hard. The body used this force to directly enter the alley, and the whole person quickly disappeared in the darkness.

He hates chasing. What he hates is not the exhaustion of physical strength, but the fact that you clearly see the prisoner running ahead but are powerless, even if you have a gun in your hand.

"Carl!"

I would not be chasing all the way on weekends. He took out the phone while running and dialed the number of the person who was most likely to help him: "Let the people from our branch help me block me, we are chasing... The address is the entrance of the alley on Beletti Street (fictional) which leads to 1** Road..."

Scream!!!!!!

Just as he rushed out of the alley, his sight changed from a narrow alley to a wide street on the weekend, a harsh sound of brakes came in an instant, and a pickup truck was almost slanted in the middle of the road. Pablo quickly took a few steps back while the pickup truck was rubbing forward by inertia, and almost fell down. If it weren't for reaching out to hold the ground under the headlight, he would have been lying there.

"Do you-he-mom--want to die?"

The driver with a bearded face in the pickup truck poked his head out with a baseball cap and opened his mouth and scolded him. He also raised his middle finger fiercely at Pablo with his arm that was on the window.

Pablo really had no time to pay attention to him, and left no words to go around the front of the pickup truck and continued to run forward. The weekend followed closely. The scene in front of him almost happened in the blink of an eye. He seemed to be on the Hollywood movie set and was evoked countless memories by the scene in front of him.

"Private, where is that guy?"

I shouted when I rushed across the street on the weekend.

Pablo responded before rushing into the alley: "Follow me!"

It is obvious that Pablo is a tracking expert. When he entered the alley in the neighborhood, he turned into the only sloppy path from this alley, he just caught up with the gap that had been thrown away by Ted, and watched Ted disappear at the corner.

This is not a talent or a supernatural ability, but an old detective in the anti-black and anti-drug department. In them, whether it is to capture gangsters or drug dealers, it requires a lot of tracking and evidence collection. It is these tasks that have enabled this group of people to develop a skill. They can not let the tracked person escape from their own light under any circumstances, unless they are exhausted.

When he bit Ted's figure again on the weekend, he felt something was wrong. This guy who should have come into contact with Penelope before ran two blocks and could still rely on his strong physical strength to move forward without slowing down. Pablo was already trying to support him. In other words, as long as he wanted to, he could completely get past Pablo's pursuit in two blocks. What's more important is that according to his escape route, even the police in the Western Conference could not be blocked. Because he was about to follow the alley and rushed out of the jurisdiction of the wandering area.

So, why didn't he choose to escape?

"Carl, Linde Street!"

This is the last place where Carl can help him, otherwise he would have to call the General Administration to apply for global support.

"Hahaha!"

When they ran to Linde Street on weekends, their legs were waving. They had already run through two residential areas within three streets along the block alleys. They were no longer in the Western Bureau. At this time, Pablo, who had not been chasing the bandits in person for a long time, was leaning against the wall and gasping wildly. He could no longer run. He could not even speak on the weekend, and he couldn't help but close his lips while panting.

"That……"

Seeing Pablo lowered his head and chased after him on weekends, he had just left before his feet. Pablo couldn't even stand firmly and sat there slid along the wall, slid his butt along, and never wanted to stand up and bend his entire spine with his head down.

Beep!!!

Just as I saw the street again on the weekend, the moment I left the wandering area completely, a big truck on the road roared past with his flute, afraid that he would suddenly rush out of the road and make a loud noise.

That second weekend was completely stupid. He didn't know the road in front of him at all, and he didn't know the shops with the gates closed. This was a street he had passed by. Except for the K sign he could recognize at a glance no matter where he moved, the whole street seemed to be another world. In this world, Ted disappeared.

“—uk!!”

Between this time, I was cursing a swear word on the weekend, just a little bit.

"week."

A police car with flashing police lights stopped on the side of the road. Before Pablo recovered, he asked, "Where are people?"

He shook his head over the weekend and said, "It's lost."

Not only did he lose people, he also wasted an excellent opportunity to know the secret of spontaneous combustion of human bodies.

Pablo reminded: "This guy won't go back, so we'll go find that girl while we leave, right?"

"s-h-i-t!" This kind of thing is not impossible. On the weekend, there is no guarantee that Ted's courage will reach: "Carl, send us back..."

Carl turned off the police lights and slowly left the block in his police car. At that time, an equally exhausted figure stood out from the darkness on the corner of the street.

He was still wearing that fit black suit, and he was still wearing that black top hat. The only difference was that this time he wore a rubber glove on his hand, which was still stuck to the oxidized sodium that gradually turned black. Otherwise, this thing should be very conspicuous and bright silver.

Ted carefully took off his gloves, rolled them up in the opposite direction, and used the gloves as plastic bags and stuffed them into his pocket, saying excitedly: "The game has begun."

"Mr. Chekov, is it still going out so late?"

"lady."

A man as strong as a bear carefully served the pregnant woman and walked out of a building. The security guard greeted them without any surprise. The two were the Chekovs.

Immediately afterwards, the two people walked into the K not far from the block. The pregnant woman would always arrive in the middle of the night and the bear was afraid that his wife would come out to eat alone and protected her whole journey.

Ted smiled and watched from the street corner. This was the game he wanted to play with the weekend in a temporary manner!

Before seeing the weekend, he had already started paying attention to the trio patrolling the Wandering Area. He even stood outside the parking lot of the Western Division and watched the three people laugh. It was that day that when he took a car back to his rented house in Los Angeles, he found the blue bird of prey, and then saw the man and a pregnant woman. However, he knew at all that this was not Chekov's home, but a safe house arranged for them by the Anti-Black and Drug Enforcement Department.

Arrange the safe house in the territory of the Armenians, so that the Mexicans cannot guess, and even if they guess, they dare not act rashly, otherwise the Armenians will declare war on the Mexicans in full swing.

Chekov never even said this on the weekend, but a more gloomy guy knew it all.

Originally, Ted didn't plan to do anything to Chekov, but today Chekov entered the game during the day and followed the weekend to stop him from getting close to Penelope. He took a lot of effort to find such a sunny woman in the wandering area. What is hated is that on the weekend, he analyzed all the dark side of his psychology in front of this woman, as if he stripped himself naked and put it in front of this woman for her to laugh at.

Ted will always remember this woman's terrified look after she learned everything. She should have shown her knowledge, humility, humor, and demeanor after all, and then she was so entangled on her shoulders, but now... she has become a plague.

The angry Ted didn't want the woman to survive, so he decided to kill her, so he threw away the police officers who were following him. In order not to let the policeman and the patrol officers in the neighborhood discover him, he went around the street to find Penelope's home. At that time, he saw the weekend again.

Amid Pablo's shouting, Ted had to escape. He could not have lit the rubber gloves on his hand to anyone from the weekend or the Los Angeles Police Department. He was unwilling to be stepped on by the weekend several times in a row, so an extremely bold idea came up. He wanted to lead the weekend to this street!

To see the building on weekends, then...

...

...

Dingdong.

Penelope's doorbell rang over the weekend, and Leonova walked out inside the door. She had been waiting here for the weekend. At this time, the weekend still knew nothing about Ted's plan. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!