Collins' car had already driven some distance. This American had always been driving recklessly, so fast that it could be in a movie called Fast and Furious. Shuo Yu could only chase him while shouting and waving his hands, trying to get him to stop.
"I think all of this can be explained. Can you please stop and listen to us? Some things are not what they seem."
Shuo Yu's face was splashed with the suddenly accelerated American gasoline and exhaust. He had just wanted to physically stop the other car, but he didn't expect the other car to suddenly accelerate and throw him off. His body rolled under the influence of gravity and hit his face on a stone on the side of the road. It hurt a lot.
He just doesn't die easily, but he is not incapable of feeling pain.
When he got up and wanted to continue chasing, a car stopped right beside him. A familiar voice came from above, which made him stop and look up.
"Banxian'er, hurry up and get up, time is running out."
It was their leader, Kang Ya was driving, and Fan La was sitting in the back, stretching out her arm towards him, trying to pull herself up. He grabbed the small black arm that was stretched out towards him, jumped up, and looked at McLuhan and the others in front who had become a small black dot, and told Kang Ya to drive faster, faster.
Perhaps because God heard his prayers, the American soldier once again recklessly drove the car into the road full of tree barriers, and was now struggling to retreat, giving the others behind him a chance to catch up with them.
And they rushed to a corner and blocked the other party. Their car suddenly appeared in front of McLuhan and others, blocking the road. Shuo Yu felt that Kang Ya learned this trick from Yu Xiaoqing's driver, and it was very useful. It was just that if it was a little later, as long as Collins stepped on the brakes a step slower, an accident would definitely have happened, a collision between two cars.
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