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After packing his luggage, he was ready to leave the hotel.

After Penelope called the police, there were more police officers in the hotel, and Carlos was also in danger of being exposed. Changing hotels was the safest option.

Dongdongdong~

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Dukara fired the gun, walked to the door and saw Penelope.

She was wearing a peaked cap, and when she stood at the door, she looked nervously at the aisles on both sides. She looked very alert, but in fact it was more like she was telling others that she had a problem.

"You shouldn't come here at this time."

Duca opened the door and pulled her in.

"Duka, don't worry, I was very careful when I came and made sure no one saw me."

Penelope took off her hat and brushed her wavy brown hair.

"Your hair is beautiful, but you'd better talk quickly, we don't have much time."

Duka stared at the cat's eye and noticed a figure flashing past the corner.

"Duka, I came to say goodbye to you. After calling the police in the afternoon, the consulate people thought it was not safe for me to be here and asked me to go to the consulate apartment first."

"That's great. When will you come over?"

Duca put away his pistol and opened the window of the room.

"What are you doing?"

Penelope asked curiously.

"There are police outside the door!"

"Ah, I'm very careful. Why are there police? It must be the security arranged by the embassy. They are responsible for protecting my safety. You don't need to be nervous."

"But they won't protect me."

Duca picked up his backpack and climbed onto the windowsill.

"Are you leaving?"

Penelope asked.

"Yes, Miss Cruz, it's not safe here anymore. You'd better get out of here quickly."

"I understand, please be careful, and thank you Duka, it's nice to meet you."

Penelope smiled slightly, stepped up and hugged him.

"goodbye!"

Duka smiled, grabbed the edge of the window sill, and moved little by little to the drain pipe in the middle. He grabbed the drain pipe with both hands, like a gecko, and crawled down little by little.

"Be careful!"

Penelope said softly.

Bang bang bang~

At this time there was a knock on the door.

"Ms. Cruz, are you in there?"

Someone outside shouted.

"I'm here!"

Penelope responded nervously. She saw Duca climbed to the second floor, which was still four or five meters above the ground. She waved her hand and whispered to hurry up.

"Ms. Cruz, we need to see you for something, can you open the door?"

The person outside the door shouted.

"Please wait, I'm...taking a shower..."

Peng~

The door was violently kicked open and hit hard on the wall.

Four heavily armed policemen broke in and searched everywhere with their guns drawn.

"What are you doing? I told you I was taking a shower and you still barge in. I will sue you for violating my privacy."

Penelope said while hugging her chest.

The four police officers ignored her and searched everywhere with guns drawn. Finally, they came to the window sill and looked up and down on their stomachs, but found nothing.

"Sorry Miss Cruz, we received an alarm from the front desk saying that a rapist broke into the hotel. In order to protect your personal safety, we can only use this rough method. If you are dissatisfied with anything, you can report it to the supervisor

Complain to the department.”

The leading policeman said.

"Hmph, do you think I can't?"

Penelope glared at several people and left the room angrily.

"Attention, the target has left the hotel, pay attention to the investigation at all intersections."

The leading policeman said over the walkie-talkie.

"Zi~ Got it, got it!"

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After leaving the Hotel Sant'Angelo, Duca was not far away.

Taking advantage of the darkness, he walked into the residential area next door, found an apartment without lights, picked the door lock, and slept soundly inside.

When he left the next day, he fixed the door lock and left 10,000 pesos on the dining table as room and board expenses.

At nine o'clock in the morning, he put on makeup and arrived at the square in front of the Holy Angel Hotel in advance.

From a distance, he saw a pickup truck parked on the right side of the square, with Carlos walking back and forth in front of the truck with his head lowered.

There were some people holding newspapers around the square, raising their heads from time to time to look warily at the passing crowds.

Duka smiled. This look and action were so similar to his previous work state!

Looking at them is like looking at my old self.

He thought about it for two seconds, then turned around and walked back to the crowded street.

"Duka! He is Duka, he forced me..."

Suddenly Carlos in the field screamed.

In an instant, all the police and gangsters in the square turned their heads, followed his instructions, and looked at the figure who was about to blend into the crowd.

"Attention all groups, the target appears in area B, group B will pursue it immediately."

The police chief said with a walkie-talkie.

"Chase!"

The gangster group was more direct. Upon hearing the leader's call, dozens of gangsters swarmed and chased them out.

After hearing Carlos's scream, Duca sped out of the square and saw a young man dressed in a flashy style leaning on a Ferrari sports car, holding a brick and making a phone call, as if he was having sex with a beautiful woman.

.

"Hey man, let me borrow your car."

Duca patted him on the shoulder and got into the sports car.

The young man held the phone and was stunned.

"Who are you?"

Boom boom boom~

The sports car started, and with a whoosh, it ran two hundred meters away.

"Wait, that's my car, I don't want to borrow it! I don't want to borrow it!!"

the young man shouted.

Boom~The car disappeared in the traffic in an instant.

“fuckfuck!”

The young man cursed a few times, picked up the phone and started calling someone.

"Yin Erwen, I was robbed. Damn it, I'm not kidding. My sports car was robbed. It was the newly purchased Ferrari 348. Go and help me recover it, and then help me catch that guy...

Hey, Aquino, my sports car was robbed, I'm not kidding, I swear, go and help me get it back..."

Rumble~

At this time, on the street beside the square, more than 20 motorcycles and more than a dozen cars and police cars started to chase him out with great fanfare.

"Is it so lively?"

The young man became excited.

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Rumble~

At noon, the scene on Mexico City's Insurgent Avenue was very lively.

A red Ferrari started its racing mode as the rebels drove through the streets. With its narrow body, it maneuvered through the crowd of cars and passed one car after another.

Two or three hundred meters behind the Ferrari, more than a dozen motorcycles roared forward in the crowd of cars. The sound was deafening. They squeezed in the gaps between the vehicles and kept overtaking, causing many traffic accidents and making the streets a mess.

confusion.

More than 800 meters behind the motorcycle group, seven or eight blue and white police cars, sirens blaring, were also chasing after them quickly. However, there were too many vehicles on the street and they could not pick up the speed at all.

Duca glanced at the rearview mirror. The motorcyclists were pressing too hard. He shifted gears and accelerated again, reaching a speed of 160 yards. A strong pushing sensation made his back press tightly against the seat.

The speed was so fast that he stared at the vehicle in front, slowing down and speeding up at any time, and constantly changing lanes.

Rumble~

The motorcyclist behind him was even crazier. He kept accelerating and overtaking. In less than ten seconds, two motorcycles came up from behind.

Bang bang~

The man sitting on the motorcycle took a pistol and shot directly.

Duka suddenly slowed down, swung the front of the car and hit the motorcycle on the left.

The motorcycle immediately swerved to the side, and Peng~ directly hit the car in front. The other motorcycle also failed to brake in time and was rubbed by the Ferrari's butt, causing it to fall to the ground like a ball.

While fighting the motorcycles, the speed inevitably slowed down, and four more motorcycles caught up with them. The people on the motorcycles opened fire and broke the windshield behind them.

Duca didn't dare to fight anymore, so he put the gear into gear, and in the blink of an eye he was far away from the motorcycle by more than twenty meters.

From the central section of Insurgent Avenue to the North City section, the Ferrari and the motorcycle group chased for five or six minutes. Duca overturned 14 motorcycles, but the Ferrari's body also became scarred, with only the front, rear, and left windshields left.

Next, the front hood started to smoke, and the temperature in the cab was close to 40 degrees.

Duka glanced at the rearview mirror. The motorcycle had not caught up yet, and the siren of the police car was far away. He was going to find a place to abandon the car and hide it.

Rumble~

Just as he was about to leave the Avenue of the Insurgents, four small sports cars of different colors chased him from behind. Among the four cars were a Porsche, a Maserati, and a Mercedes-Benz. The cars were in pretty good condition.

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The four car owners also drove very fast, and they were close to Ferrari in a blink of an eye.

"Hey, stop the car quickly. Stop the car quickly. If you don't stop the car, I'll shoot."

the man in the Porsche sports car shouted.

Duka swayed left and right and saw a fork in the road. He turned the steering wheel, left the main driveway, and drove the car into the slum streets of the North District of Mexico City.

The lane here is relatively narrow and only two cars can pass side by side.

When he arrived at the narrow lane, Duca did not hesitate to use his car. When he encountered a place where he could crash, he hit it hard, rubbed the four-person sports car against the wall, and knocked down two sports cars one after another.

The front of the Ferrari also started to burst into flames.

At the corner of the street, he slowly stopped the car and looked at the street behind him.

Rumble~

The silver-gray Mercedes-Benz trot behind him quickly caught up. There were two people in the car, two young European-Indian mixed-race men wearing designer clothes.

"Haha, we caught up, we caught up with that guy, and we won this time."

In the passenger seat, a young man wearing a gold chain shouted excitedly.

Rumble~

The car stopped.

"Hey, Mr. Robber, remember, the person who captured you is named Javier."

The young man in the co-pilot shouted excitedly.

"get off!"

Duca raised his pistol and pointed it at him.

"Haha, I'm so scared. I'm so scared. Do you think you're the only one with a gun?"

The young man sneered and picked up an AK47 from the car. The young man driving the car also picked up a rifle.

Peng!

Duca opened fire and accurately shattered the car's rearview mirror.

"Get out of the car, hold your head and squat down!"

The young man looked at the AK47 in his hand, and then at his companions, with a look of helplessness on his face. A gun is useless, and accurate shooting is fatal.

The two young men put down their rifles cooperatively and squatted on the street with their heads in their hands.

Duka picked up his backpack and got into the Mercedes-Benz.

Rumble~

The car restarts.

"Wait, what's your name?"

The young man stood up and shouted.

Didi~

The car honked twice and slowly drove out of the street.

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"Can this person run away? It's really amazing."

In the Spanish Embassy, ​​Penelope watched the TV and clapped her hands.

The news is reporting the arrests at noon.

The host said in a regretful tone that the arrest operation failed. The gangster Duca has escaped from Mexico City. The police in Mexico State and other states are cooperating in the arrest. It is believed that Duca Diaz will be arrested soon.

Return to Eucalyptus.

Penelope sounded a little annoyed. If Duca was caught and sent to prison, would she want to go see him?

Hope he doesn't get caught!

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