The road was narrow and winding, and they could neither turn around nor retreat. Their current situation was very passive, and they could only stand there and wait to be beaten.

Earlier, when they were forced to drive on this road, Fu Siyan took advantage of the gap to operate his mobile phone, mainly to check the map of the surrounding area.

There is still about one kilometer to go before we can drive out of this narrow road.

Outside is an abandoned old factory, and behind the factory is an abandoned road that was previously used to transport materials.

The road has been abandoned for a long time and ordinary navigation cannot locate it. According to the route Fu Siyan found, it is hoped that he can get rid of those people.

No matter what, we must first break the current passive situation.

Understanding what the man meant, Wen Yao gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, and stepped hard on the accelerator.

No one expected the other party to have the courage to drive in such a reckless manner. Seeing the black Rolls-Royce coming head-on, the car on the opposite side quickly turned the steering wheel to make way.

Self-driving cars can run amok, but the situation is naturally different for real drivers.

When in danger, the inner drive to survive always makes people act subconsciously.

This move was a gamble. He drove at high speed on the curve, with one wheel off the ground, and barely missed the other car.

The car body scraped against the cliff wall, sparks flying.

Wen Yao's palms were already covered in sweat, but the man in the back seat remained expressionless. While those people were panicking and distracted when he rushed over, he changed the magazine and quickly took care of a few more people.

The motorcycle was flexible and the remaining killers came to their senses and immediately turned around to chase after it.

The road was difficult to drive on, so Wen Yao focused on driving, and all the pressure naturally fell on Fu Siyan alone.

As they walked and fought, the sound of gunfire continued to ring out. As if shaken by something, Shen Huan opened his eyes and saw the pitch-black muzzle of a gun pointing at the man.

"Be careful!" Shen Huan moved faster than he thought and stood up to block the man.

"Huanhuan?"

The palm holding her touched the warm liquid. In a flash, Fu Siyan shot and killed the sniper in the distance, and then took care of the remaining three killers.

Although they successfully broke through, the atmosphere in the car was even more depressing and tense than when they were in danger just now.

"Who told you to block it?" Fu Siyan put down the gun and looked at the pale girl who was in his arms. His hoarse voice became extremely low.

"...I'm glad you're okay..." After a moment's reaction, severe pain spread behind him. Shen Huan spoke with difficulty, squeezing out a few words incoherently, and then lost consciousness.

"Chen Huan?"

The person in his arms didn't react at all. The man who had been able to remain calm even when being besieged suddenly became a little confused and kept urging his assistant to drive faster.

Today he really experienced what it means to race against time. I didn't expect that even after the crisis was resolved, he still had to step on the accelerator desperately.

But he knew what the young lady meant to Mr. Yan, so Wen Yao did his best and drove the car at the fastest speed he could still control.

Fortunately, there was no injury to any vital parts, but Shen Huan was born weak and bled a lot. After the bullet was removed, the doctor told him to take good care of himself.

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"How is it?" In the dim room, only a floor lamp was on. Hearing footsteps coming from the door, Ji Baichuan raised his eyes and looked at his son Ji Yuansheng who was walking back.

"As father predicted, the Chu family and the entire Navy Department have stepped up their security. The Chu family father and son took the hair we mailed and immediately sent it to the hospital for identification."

Looking down at his left prosthetic arm which still couldn't move freely, Ji Baichuan curled up the corner of his lips into a sinister smile.

In order to save his life, he cut off one of his arms, detonated explosives to fake his death and escaped abroad in a panic.

After drifting in a foreign country and living without seeing the sun for so many years, it’s time to avenge this broken arm.

Picking up the freshly brewed hot tea and blowing on it, Ji Baichuan used the cup lid to fiddle with the tea leaves and took a sip. "What about over there?"

Ji Yuansheng frowned and said truthfully, "All the people we sent were wiped out."

Ji Baichuan's face turned fierce. Under the dim light, his wrinkled and ferocious face looked particularly sinister against the backdrop of the scar on the side of his face.

He paused for a moment, then put the cup back on the table. "That kid is really lucky."

Ji Yuansheng is not Ji Baichuan's biological son, but his adopted son because Ji Baichuan is impotent.

If I tell others about it, no one would believe it. The person who harmed him was actually a little kid who was less than seven years old and hadn't even grown all his hair.