It feels really good, smooth and elastic. Wesley is not fascinated by beauty. His hand holding the steering wheel is very stable. Of course, his hand holding the beautiful woman''s thigh is also stable. He turns the steering wheel to overtake from time to time, because the throttle has been resisted by the small fire extinguisher on the beautiful woman''s car, and the speeding sports car will not stop unless it hits something.

    This time Wesley didn''t shout the police, and the beauty didn''t rely on hitting the police car to greet the police, but their gun battle and flying car performance have alerted the police, and the "scream" of the police siren can be heard far away.

    The beauty holds two guns and fires at the back, but the one behind is a top assassin with the same ability. It''s too difficult to hit him, and Wesley''s heart is beating fast.

    "Well, it''s black. It seems to have lace edges." Wesley paid attention to the scenery under his skirt. If he wasn''t on a high-speed sports car, he would be more focused, but not now, because he still needed to look up at the road from time to time, which made him very unhappy, but the beautiful leg in his hand gave him a little comfort.

    "Give me the gun under the seat." the beauty suddenly shouted. Wesley moved quickly and found a double barreled shotgun directly from the. The barrel of the shotgun was very short, and then handed it out. "You should be careful" told me again, as if she was afraid of falling out, holding her beautiful legs more tightly, but the heel of high-heeled shoes was on her chest, which was really uncomfortable, but she was reluctant to let go.

    The sound of the "bang" shotgun was louder, and the pet transport vehicle behind finally slowed down. It should have hit the engine. The beauty climbed back and mastered the steering wheel again. Wesley looked at the rear-view mirror. Two bullets flew in an arc. He saw it clearly. The rapid beating of his heart made his eyesight, hearing and smell unusually sharp, Unconsciously, he has maintained this state for several minutes without any discomfort.

    The tire on the right side of "poof" was punctured, which is the strength of the top assassin. Wesley was very excited. He will be one of them.

    The right tire of the sports car burst, but it did not affect the driving, because the car was stolen. Naturally, the beauty would not stop for someone else''s car, re entered the car, removed the fire extinguisher on the accelerator and mastered the steering wheel.

    "How does it feel?" asked the beauty.

    "What? Feel? Oh, it''s great. I don''t want to control the steering wheel of a sports car. It''s a pity that I can''t afford it." Wesley directly led the topic to the car.

    "Ha ha." the beauty smiled and didn''t tangle. The police vehicles began to gather here. Wesley waited for the plot of the sports car leap, but it didn''t appear this time. Some things changed because of his change. The first is the route. He didn''t run around, so he got on from the back door of the convenience store. Then the whole route is different.

    The handsome leap did not come true, but now it is safer. After directly changing another car on the way, he came to the 17th textile factory without fear and risk, and he was not carried in dizzy.

    "Get off" after entering the gate, the beauty said coolly, and then went straight in. Wesley followed closely. He is very cautious now. His frightened expression doesn''t need acting skills, because he is really afraid. This is a wolf''s nest. It''s strange not to be afraid.

    Apple was responsible for recording the route, while Wesley just looked here and there. He was taken to an office area. There were flies everywhere. Wesley had to feint, "they didn''t deliberately make it so dirty in order to knock off the wings of flies?"

    "Sit down" the words of beautiful women are always so few. Wesley sat at a desk and looked left and right. A fat man should be an expert with a knife, nicknamed "butcher", a black man should be an expert with a gun, nicknamed "gunner", and a thin white man, nicknamed "repairman". With the beautiful woman "Fox" sent to him, the main characters are basically in line, which is short of Sloan.

    "You''re a lot calmer than I thought." Wesley looked up at an old black man. This is Sloan. He really looked like Morgan Freeman. Wesley looked at him and said, "I''ve experienced the exciting last night, so now I can keep calm. In addition, I need to remind you that I''m an accountant and a poor accountant. Maybe you can call my boss Janice, and I think she''s more useful than me." Wesley said incoherently in his composure, It makes people feel more panic.

    He understood that the effect of incoherent words in panic was not good. He was very afraid now, but he pretended to be calm. Then he said the lines in the film. The effect was really good. Sloan came over with a smile and handed him a gun. "Take it and beat down the wings of the fly." he also pointed to the wastebasket next to him.

    "You''re kidding me, aren''t you?" Wesley said, still pretending to be calm.

    "Click" behind him came the sound of gun loading. A metal object butted his head. "Either you shoot or I shoot. I can only count three."

    Wesley hurriedly took the gun, and then his heart began to beat rapidly. This was not controlled by him, but the moment he held the gun. He was really nervous, and everything began to change very slowly. He slowly saw the flight path of the flies and their almost transparent wings. "Bang" he clearly saw the bullets fired from his gun, He shot down the wing on one side of the fly accurately, shot again and again, and he only fired two shots.

    "Wheezing" gasped, pretended to go aside, put the gun on his leg, and then took out a bottle of medicine. The reason why he only fired two shots was that he was saving bullets. He didn''t know this kind of pistol at all, and he wasn''t familiar with how many bullets it contained. Now he needed to perform, and he didn''t have time to communicate with apple and took out the medicine bottle he had been equipped with.

    Although he no longer took this kind of nerve suppressive medicine, he always had a bottle that was more effective. His hands trembled and opened the bottle. Sloan had picked up the fly he hit, came over and held his hand. Then he took the bottle while talking and put the fly on his hand, "Before today, many things are impossible for you, and you didn''t have an anxiety attack just now. Your heart beats more than 400 times per minute and produces a lot of adrenaline, which makes you observe and react faster than ordinary people."