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There were constant gunshots in the office. Outside the office, Penelope Cruz huddled in the corner with her head in her hands, her body shaking slightly.

Today was a long day for her.

During the summer vacation, she performed in Mexico with the Royal Spanish Ballet Performance Team.

After the performance at noon, she wanted to walk around the city, see the historical monuments in the ancient Mexican city, and buy some souvenirs to take back to Spain.

When she walked to Angel Monument Square, she met Duka Díaz, who claimed to be a local tour guide and knew all about the surrounding tourist attractions.

Seeing that he was handsome, polite and didn't look like a bad person at all, she agreed to hire him.

After walking around Mexico City, around three o'clock in the afternoon, Duka Diaz said that there was a restaurant here with very delicious food, and it would be a pity to miss it.

Penelope was a little greedy, so she agreed to try it and drank a glass of the store's specialty cocktail.

I just felt dizzy after drinking that glass of wine.

She was helped out of the restaurant by the other party in a daze. She was a little scared and worried about being taken advantage of by the other party.

As the two walked out of the restaurant, she accidentally bumped into Ochoa.

Ochoa saw the two of them, and the most important thing was her, and immediately asked someone to stop them.

A conflict ensued and Ochoa shot and knocked down Duka Diaz. She was also pulled into a car and taken to a bar, waiting to be auctioned.

Originally, she thought things were going to be bad this time and that she would never be able to return to the stage or realize her movie dream.

Just when she was desperate, Duca appeared. Like Superman, he knocked down two thugs with three punches and two kicks, and helped her escape from the bar.

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It's a pity that he failed to seize the opportunity to run out, and now he has to fight with the gang here.

Penelope felt a little guilty.

If Duka didn't die this time, she was willing to regard him as a good person.

Bang~ With a monotonous gunshot, the gun battle in the room ended, and then fell into a strange calm.

Penelope raised her head and looked towards the door.

There were many small raised bumps on the black iron door. The white wool pad at the foot of the door was soaked in red liquid at some point, as if it had just been peeled off a lamb, exuding a warm fishy smell.

Penelope held on to the wall and slowly approached the door. The pungent smell of blood almost made her vomit. She resisted the discomfort and was about to push the door open.

Zhiqa~

The door was opened, and a familiar face appeared inside.

He was wearing a round hat, a black nylon suit, a white shirt, and walked out of the door carrying a bright silver suitcase, looking like a white-collar worker going to work.

Except for the many bullet holes in the suitcase, everything else was normal.

"Duka, are you not dead?"

Penelope was secretly surprised. The gunshots in the room were so loud just now, but this guy didn't die. He was really lucky.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Duka coughed a few times and asked in a hoarse voice.

"My...legs are weak!"

"Let's go. If you don't leave, you won't have a chance."

Dukara led her forward.

Penelope heard his breathing quicken and his steps staggering a bit.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"I'm fine."

Duca watched his surroundings vigilantly.

Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps in the aisle in front.

"Hurry up, boss needs support!"

Duka frowned, turned around, hugged Penelope, pressed her against the wall, and covered her face with a kissing gesture.

"Please cooperate."

"oh!"

Penelope blinked her long eyelashes, put her arms on his shoulders, and pressed her cheek against his. Suddenly she smelled the smell of blood, lowered her head and saw the shoulders of his white shirt.

When was it stained with blood?

"Ah You…"

"Shh~"

Duca shook his head slightly.

"hurry up!"

Not far away, a gangster led a few policemen and walked over quickly. He glanced at the two of them, and then quickly rushed to the office.

"Walk!"

Dukara rushed down the stairs with the girl in her arms.

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It was getting darker outside the bar, and there were half as many women on the street.

On the street diagonally across from the Black Dahlia Bar, where seventeen or eighteen cars were originally parked, after gunshots were heard from the bar, the car owners fled in a hurry, leaving only a black pickup truck parked at the corner.

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On the side of the car, a man was holding a woman and conducting transactions in the dark, and the car was rocking.

Crunchy crunchy~

Carlos was shaken awake in the car. When he raised his head, he felt a tearing pain in his neck, which instantly reminded him of what happened before he fell into coma.

He held his neck and looked towards the bar in the distance.

There were many customers running outside, shouting that they were being killed, and it was a mess.

Did the guy succeed? Or was he killed?

He doesn't believe that the other party will die easily. This is an intuition.

It's just that the other party is not dead, why didn't he come to pick up the car?

Carlos frowned. The pain in his neck made it difficult for him to concentrate on his thoughts, but he knew one thing very well, that was to get out of here as soon as possible, as far away as possible.

Regardless of whether that guy succeeds or fails, it won't be a good thing if he or Boss Ochoa catches him.

"Hey, are you done? I have to leave."

Carlos rolled down the window and shouted.

"Dude, don't worry, don't you want to see it again?"

The man grinned.

"Bah, I'm too lazy to look at you."

Carlos' eyes scratched at the woman's plump part, "No, I really have to leave, I'm very anxious."

"One minute, just one minute!"

The man hummed.

Carlos took a cigarette and was about to strike a match when suddenly his hand froze and he saw a man dragging a woman over on the opposite street, staggering over.

Carlos thought to himself, hurriedly threw down the match, and started the car with a rumble.

"Hey, man, you almost ran me over."

The prostitute outside shouted dissatisfiedly.

Carlos didn't bother to answer, started the car and rushed forward.

The guy was injured and took the woman with him, which meant that he had a conflict with Ochoa.

Although I don't know why Ochoa's men haven't chased him out yet, there will definitely be pursuers. It will undoubtedly be very dangerous to follow him at this time.

Boom~ Carlos stepped on the accelerator and was about to put it into gear, but hesitated because the man raised his pistol.

At this moment he needed to make a choice, whether to rush out or stop.

If you rush out, you may be beaten to death by the opponent, or you may get rid of the opponent completely.

At the moment when his thoughts were turning, he stopped the car.

Because he is timid.

"Boss, you finally came out. I've been waiting for you here."

Carlos jumped out of the car and opened the rear door with a quick movement.

Duka glanced at him and pulled Penelope into the car.

"drive!"

"Yes Yes!"

Carlos glanced at the prostitute angrily, turned around and drove out of Inktrough Street.

Not long after, a group of gangsters rushed out of the bar, drove cars and motorcycles, and chased after them while shouting loudly.

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