Conan’s Guilty Points System

Jin Jiu bowed his head slightly, and a gloomy look flashed in his eyes: "It looks like a big man is dealing with us."

Being able to mobilize so many police officers in the middle of the night is definitely not something the chief of the police station can do.

Vodka took out the pistol.

Gin didn't speak, just found a direction and rushed out.

"Where is he."

"Catch them."

"Hurry up and block the road."

Those policemen were called in the middle of the night, saying that they were arresting some kind of traitor to the country, and they had nowhere to vent their anger. Now they finally found these two guys who kept them awake.

Besides, if these two are caught, the reward will be $100,000.

Chase to the death!

Porsche's speed is not at all a speed that ordinary police cars can catch up with, and police cars keep colliding.

"Brother, there are more and more police officers."

Vodka's face was very solemn, and she kept looking at the rearview mirror.

Gin frowned: "Vodka, use a bazooka."

Vodka's eyes lit up, and he suddenly took out a bazooka from behind.

Gin opened the skylight: "Bomb the streets on both sides."

Vodka was stunned for a moment: "Brother, don't you beat those trash policemen?"

"Do as I say."

Vodka aimed at the surrounding buildings, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and pulled the trigger.

A flame track!

A burst of fire was accompanied by a loud noise, and a large hole was directly blown out of the building that was hit, and the flames were billowing.

"The other side."

Along the way, a very strange scene occurred.

A Porsche was followed by a dozen police cars, and the surrounding buildings exploded from time to time.

The sleeping person began to be awakened and came out cursing.

"Brother, someone has come out."

"Continue bombing."

Vodka nodded sharply, looked at the crowd with wicked eyes, and pulled the trigger sharply.

Immediately, human flesh flew, and the whole scene was very bloody.

The scene instantly quieted down.

The next moment, everyone screamed and ran away in panic.

"Continue to bomb those people."

Seeing those people fleeing everywhere, a gloomy look flashed in Gin's eyes, and he ordered vodka to continue bombing.

The scene was completely chaotic, the stump was broken, and bright red blood splashed everywhere.

There are constantly police cars being forced to stop.

On the top floor of a nearby building, a blood-red figure stood quietly on the railing, and the gentle night wind gently lifted his tuxedo.

Looking at the chasing battle below, he shook his head: "It seems that sins in the dark still require the action of a gentleman in the dark night."

He jumped up sharply.

A **** figure flashed past the windows of the building.

In a house of the building, a little girl was standing in front of the window, staring at the **** figure flashing by in front of her eyes: "Mom, I saw a red person flying."

The Night Baron jumped down from the building and stepped exactly on top of a police car.

The policeman driving the car yelled.

"Anthony, a man in a red tuxedo and a pale mask is standing in your car."

The policeman behind shouted.

"Quick, focus on the red masked man."

Inside a black SUV, a high-magnification camera pointed at the Dark Night Baron and followed him to shoot.

"Big brother, it's the Dark Night Baron, I'll kill him."

Seeing the Baron of Darkness, Vodka's eyes flashed with coldness, the bazooka in his hand was aimed at him, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Go to hell."

The police car exploded in an instant, and a burst of flames shot into the sky.

"Wow, that's cool."

An exclamation sounded from the black SUV, and the camera closely followed the blood-colored figure soaring in the air.

The Night Baron jumped up long before the vodka pressed the trigger, and flew to the roof of another police car with the help of Air Glide.

"As a gentleman of the dark night, your pursuit has violated the rules in the dark night. This is an act full of sins."

A gun suddenly appeared in Baron Night's hand, aiming at the tires of Gin's Porsche...

A hundred hits and a hundred hits of skills!

With a bang, the Porsche swayed from side to side.

Gin's face changed slightly, he gripped the steering wheel tightly, and quickly adjusted the direction.

"Can you still run?"

The Night Baron shook his head slightly, aiming at the second tire.

"go to hell."