Ke Xue: Awakening The Grand Theft Auto System I'm Going Crazy

Early the next morning.

Li Wenqian drove a Ferrari and took Curacao on the road...

"Brother Wenqian, I haven't had a chance to have a good chat with you these few days."

"Thank you very much for taking me in during my most difficult time, and for causing you trouble.

Sitting in the co-pilot seat, Curacao bowed to Li Wenqian, his two eyes of different colors shone with sincerity.

"No trouble."

"My house is very big, you can live there as long as you like.

Li Wenqian's attention is now completely on the road ahead.

"Brother Wen Qian, I...does my brother owe you money?"

Li Wenqian looked over with surprised eyes: "Huh?"

"I always get the feeling that you seem... to be hostile to me."

Curacao knew it was inappropriate to say such things, but if she didn't say it, she would keep muttering and thinking about it.

Li Wenqian's heart trembled.

You are right to say too much.

Facing a killer who once wanted his life, it's hard for him to have no killing intent in his heart, right?

If it was an ordinary woman who arranged supper for her in the middle of the night, he might have fallen into the basin of love by now.

But Curacao is a hitman at the end of the day!

No matter how cute she looks on the surface now, she can't hide the fact that this woman wants his life.

Li Wenqian thought of this... killing intent arose everywhere.

Mountain hot spring hotel.

A seemingly small concierge with mottled traces of time adds a layer of mystery to this hot spring hotel.

There is also a natural water area behind the hot spring hotel, which seems to have become a paradise for fishermen.

Perhaps it is for this reason that this seemingly inconspicuous mountain hot spring has become a check-in attraction in Gunma County.

Li Wenqian walked around the mountain hotel.

Bad luck!

There are only hot springs and fishing tourists here, and he didn't see Bourbon.

In the end Li Wenqian chose to stay at the Shanye Hotel, and he shared a room with Curacao.

Li Wenqian now has to ensure that Curacao is always in his field of vision, even when he is sleeping or soaking in hot springs.

"Brother Wenqian, do you think that the people in this hot spring hotel seem to be weird?"

Curacao lowered his voice, worried that his bad words would be heard by the people in the hotel.

"Where is the blame?" Li Wenqian asked.

"It's just...it just feels like these people don't seem like hotel service staff, anyway, it just makes me feel a little uncomfortable.

What Curacao felt was a kind of invisible vigilance and attention. In fact, this feeling was vividly reflected in Li Wenqian.

Sometimes she felt (cjdf) whether Li Wenqian was going to kill her.

But Li Wenqian took her in when she lost her memory.

"Think too much."

Li Wenqian knew what Curacao was talking about.

The consciousness of a professional killer!

In other words, one or more people here may be members of black organizations.

That's why Li Wenqian didn't ask if anyone had seen a yellow hair.

If it hits the opponent's muzzle, wouldn't it be him who was exposed?

"Clean up, we'll go fishing later."

This mountain hotel has a special feature, that is, the fish that tourists catch in the back can be taken to their hotel for the chef to process.

The hotel seems to make less money, but it is not.

Most of the people who really come to the mountain hotel to enjoy the hot springs do not have the good habit of bringing fishing tackle. Only those professional fishermen will keep their equipment close at every step.

Li Wenqian just bought a set of fishing tackle at the hotel and it cost him 5,000 yen.

Li Wenqian is going to arrange a whole fish feast for herself!

after an hour.

"There's no fish here, forget it.

Li Wenqian has already made up his mind that when he leaves, he will blow up this water area.

"What, it's obvious that you can't catch it yourself.

? Curacao grumbling behind with tackle.

The air force is the air force, and they still say that there are no fish.

The two fishermen next to him caught two after a while.

Li Wenqian returned to the mountain hotel [a white Mazda RX-7FD35 among them jumped in front of him.

Although this car is not very good, it is particularly dazzling.

He remembered that Bourbon's favorite car in the original book was a white Mazda RX-7FD3S.

Could it be that... Bourbon is coming?

"Brother Wenqian, is there something wrong with this car?"

Although Curacao has amnesia, the quality and vigilance of a professional killer are still online.

"No, I just think it looks good, let's go back."

On the way back, Li Wenqian picked up a brick from the ground, went to the window on the second floor and smashed it hard.

All of a sudden, the bright and beautiful white Mazda RX-7FD3S squeaked wildly and called the police.

"what happened?"

"I do not know."

"It looks like the car was smashed."

The clerk of the mountain hotel ran out three or five times after hearing the sound, and the car's alarm sound also attracted many tourists to soak in the hot springs.

On the one hand, these people watched the excitement, and on the other hand, they went to check whether the car they drove looked like this Mazda had become unlucky.

Li Wenqian standing on the second floor is also in this group of people who eat melons.

Come out, come out, come out...

Unlucky car owner, where are you riding?

Not long after, a young man with yellow hair and black skin came out of the mountain hotel.

Li Wenqian recognized this person immediately.

**!

Finally found you on horseback.

Mizunashi Rena really didn't lie to him, and when he was lucky, he would really meet Bourbon at the mountain hotel.

"Is something wrong?"

Bourbon walked over with a polite look.

The gentle and refined attitude makes it difficult to think that this is a professional killer of a black organization and a secret agent of the Japanese public security.

Li Wenqian began to wonder if Curacao would also pretend to be the cute girl now.

"Mr. Amuro, you...your car was smashed."

From the attitude of the mountain hotel, it is not difficult to see that Bourbon is a frequent visitor here, or he may be a member or person in charge here.

"Nani?"

"My car was smashed?"

Bourbon was no longer calm.

For a driver, loving a car is equivalent to being his own woman.

A car being smashed is almost tantamount to disfiguring a loved one.

Bourbon took out the brick from the driver's seat and turned to look at the crowd around him...

Trying to use this brick to find the real culprit who killed his car, Li Wenqian, who was standing there when he looked at the window on the second floor, had long since disappeared.

Damn it!

Who is it?

"Did you see who smashed it?"

Such low-end pranks didn't make Bourbon think of anything more dangerous.

"No."

"I don't know if it's some unlucky ghost who didn't catch any fish, let's vent at will."

"We had a similar incident here last month."

With only one brick as a clue, even Bourbon, who has strong reasoning ability, is helpless at this time.

I can only admit it!.