Right on Target

Su Heting swayed for a while, but he didn't hit it, and was caught by Xie Zhenshu. But he was awakened by this shock, the cat's ears stood up suddenly, and his eyes were surprisingly bright.

In the middle of the night, the road is so spacious, the other party tends to hit here, and the hermit knows something is wrong even if he thinks about it with his toes. He made a decisive decision, reversed the car manually, and wanted to turn around.

"Om—"

The unique roar of a new type of locomotive sounded, and a duet was played at the intersection. Both motorcyclists were wearing tight leather jackets and helmets, and their identities could not be seen from the rearview mirror. They dashed across the safety line, flicked their tails just as they were about to hit a street light, stopped, and gestured in the direction of the car.

Xie Zhenshu immediately said, "Hold your head!"

The hermit leaned over suddenly, and at this moment, the windshield exploded!

The powerful momentum scraped all the shattered glass into the car, and the hermit felt his neck burning, and all the shattered glass fell off. He buried his head and shouted: "Fuck, fuck! There's a gun!"

Xie Zhenshu said: "Come here."

The motorcyclist fired wildly at the car door from a few steps away.

The sound of "bang bang bang" hit the hermit's heart, his legs and feet became weak from fright, and he asked in a hurry: "What should I do?!"

Xie Zhenshu reached out and took out the armed box from behind the seat. He assembled the gun very quickly, and he didn't even forget to install the silencer. With a calm expression, he said, "Kill him."

When the sound fell, he fired.

The muffler made the gunfire dull, and the hermit only heard two chugs, the window of the rear seat shattered, and the motorcycle driver who was walking towards the door was immediately shot in the head.

The hermit panicked: "Why do you all have guns?!"

Xie Zhenshu said: "Private collection."

During their conversation, there was a loud "bang" on the roof of the car, as if something had fallen on it. Immediately afterwards, black milky bodies flowed down the body, accompanied by the sound of the flying wind of the aircraft.

The hermit recognized the thing and said, "They're going to tow the car away!"

The creamy paste melts and then solidifies. It can wrap the car body and make the aircraft above it easier to tow. This thing was first used to tow illegal vehicles, but because it was so easy to use, it was often used to transfer ammunition boxes.

Xie Zhenshu said: "Get out of the car!"

The hermit immediately opened the door, and as soon as he stretched out his legs, they retracted and shouted: "Why is he not dead!"

The biker who had just been shot was standing up in a strange posture. The bullet hole in his helmet was still hot, but he was not dead.

This is not a splicing person, and the splicing person will not be brought back to life even if it is transformed!

Xie Zhenshu opened the car door and kicked the driver's chest. The motorcycle driver fell to the ground with a "plop", and Xie Zhenshu shot again. Seconds later, the biker's helmet started to smoke.

The hermit smelled an unusual smell, and hurriedly reminded: "No, Brother Xie—"

The biker's head exploded instantly.

Xie Zhenshu reacted quickly and slammed the car door shut. The car body was instantly tilted, the tires wiped out black tire marks, slid out, and slammed into the side of the road.

The inside of the car shook violently, Xie Zhenshu protected Su Heting's head, and his shoulder hit the other side of the car door heavily. The shards of the car window splashed immediately, pouring down with a "crash", falling all over his back.

The hermit almost slammed his head on the steering wheel. He felt a strain on his chest and coughed repeatedly. After coughing, he began to "pee pee pee" again, spitting out all the debris that fell into his mouth, and said, "This thing is not a person!"

Su Heting was stuck between Xie Zhenshu's arms, with his back against the car door, half sober. He touched the handle of the car with his backhand and pushed the door outward, but the corners of the door were stuck with curdled creamy paste.

The hermit couldn't even push the door, he said: "It's over, something is wrong! People's flying machines are here!"

Xie Zhenshu smashed the remaining window glass with a fist, and said, "Turn it out."

Su Heting raised his hand to grab the handle, and with all his strength, he rolled out of the window. As soon as he landed, he heard footsteps.

Another motorcyclist jumped off the roof and kicked Su Heting. The cat's consciousness was still floating, and it was delayed for a second when it dodged sideways, and it was blown to the side by the strong wind brought by the opponent.

a little familiar.

Su Heting retreated a few steps, kept dodging, luring the opponent to continue to make moves. The biker attacked aggressively, but his style of play was monotonous, as if he was trapped in the mold of fighting skills and would only cycle.

The cat said, "We know each other?"

The motorcycle driver under the helmet was very silent. He missed a few punches, stepped on the curb, and turned around, trying to forcibly kick Su Heting over.

Su Heting raised his arms to block with a "bang", and then swung his powerful hand. The opponent didn't retreat, and regarded it as a feint - according to the fighting style of the black panther, it was indeed a feint. But Su Heting was just testing him, and directly knocked him to the ground with this punch.

The back of the motorcycle rider's head hit the ground with gravity, and Su Heting pressed his arms against his neck, forcing him to look up.

This strangulation technique compresses the windpipe, causing suffocation.

Su Heting pushed his elbows up, wanting to take off the motorcycle rider's helmet to see what happened. The biker's helmet seemed to be welded on, and it didn't move at all.

Something is wrong!

For a moment, Su Heting suspected that he was not crushing someone.

The hermit hadn't climbed out yet, and when he saw the situation, his soul flew into the sky, and he shouted: "He will explode!"

"boom-!"

No matter how fast the cat reacted, it was too late. Its body suddenly tilted and was knocked down by Xie Zhenshu.

Xie Zhenshu stabilized his body, picked up Su Heting, and said, "There are still people!"

The hermit's leg was stuck on the seat, and he couldn't break free for a while.

The aircraft has arrived above the car and is lowering the catcher.

The hermit said: "I'll count with my fingers—"

The car body shook with a "boom" and was lifted up.

The hermit suddenly panicked and shouted: "Brother, help!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several figures slid down the trap and landed on the roof of the car.

The hermit couldn't see and screamed, "What's on my head?!"

No one answered him.

Those figures jumped off the roof of the car and rushed towards Su Heting and Xie Zhenshu in unison.

Xie Zhenshu said, "They want to capture him alive."

The two explosions were not fatal, indicating that the other party was going to live.

As soon as the gunpowder smoke cleared, Su Heting finally saw the faces of the other party clearly. He was taken aback for a moment, and then greeted the steel rod.

The cat said, "They all have tails."

These seven or eight are all animal splicing people, but they are much more fierce than cat cubs.

The steel rod swung in the air and smashed into the air with a "huh".

Su Heting raised his foot and kicked the stomach of the person who rushed forward. He used all his strength, and the opponent immediately fell backwards.

The steel rod swiped towards him, but was stopped halfway by Xie Zhenshu. He pulled the opponent with his backhand and also kicked the opponent farther. Then he turned over the steel rod and threw it to Su Heting.

The two advance and retreat in unison, facing several people without difficulty.

Only the hermit had been lifted into the air. He tugged at his leg, stuck his head out of the car window, and yelled miserably: "My leg is stuck!"

Su Heting smashed the person in front of him with two sticks, stepped on the opponent's chest after the opponent fell to the ground, and said: "You fight!"

The hermit had no choice but to continue pulling his legs. The system in the car on the side continued to alarm. He stuffed his head under the steering wheel and finally pulled his leg out, but his pants were rotten.

The hermit said: "It's so blue!"

The body shook suddenly, and the aircraft began to retreat.

Xie Zhenshu tilted his head, the cross star swayed, and dodged a steel rod. He followed up with a punch, which blinded the opponent, and then punched him again, causing the opponent's mouth and nose to bleed, and his body fell back. There was wind in the back of his head, he lowered his head suddenly, dodging the attack, the person in front took the opportunity to straighten up, before he could stand still, he was knocked over by Su Heting with a steel rod.

The two cooperated tacitly.

The hermit opened the car window, sniffled, and said, "It's so tall! Can you two pick me up?!"

Su Heting said angrily: "Hurry up!"

The hermit didn't dare to babble any more, closed his eyes, and said, "Okay, I'm coming, I'm coming!"

He fell to the ground with a "thump", his posture was awkward, and he felt pain all over his body, so he rolled around and shouted and screamed.

Xie Zhenshu overturned the last stitcher and said, "Go home."

This group of people is evil, not like Wei Da's people, and withdrawing to his house is the best choice.

Seeing that they were going to retreat, the hermit quickly got up, rubbed his arms and chased wildly, saying, "Wait for me!"

Fortunately, it's not far from home here, but just to be on the safe side, the three of them made a small circle.

The housekeeping robot opened the door with a "shocked" expression, and said, "Mr. is injured!"

Xie Zhenshu entered the door and said, "Check."

The housekeeping robot immediately said: "Okay."

The ground at the entrance was slightly sunken, and the light turned blue, enveloping the three of them.

The housekeeping robot said: "Mr. Warning, there is an invasion of tracker ants."

Su Heting held the steel rod and pulled the hermit's robe sleeve.

The hermit was like a frightened bird, saying: "You hit me?!"

Su Heting caught the falling tracker ant, crushed it, and said, "It's crawling."

The hermit undressed immediately.

Su Heting: "..."

Xie Zhenshu's T-shirt still has glass shards on the back. He said: "Upgrade the defense system, clean up routinely, seal off the house, and turn on all the surveillance cameras."

The housekeeping robot said again: "Okay."

It sat on a small bench by the door, with two shovels on its knees, its head bowed motionless, as if it was turned off.

Xie Zhenshu said to the hermit: "The guest room on the second floor has a bathroom."

The hermit looked at Su Heting.

Su Heting was also disheveled. He wiped the side of his face and felt the smell of sweat all over his body. He was surprised by the hermit's gaze and asked, "Why?"

"I am afraid," said the hermit.

Su Heting: "?"

"None of my business" was clearly written on his face.

The hermit looked at Xie Zhenshu again.

Xie Zhenshu: "?"

He has cold eyebrows and cold eyes, and he doesn't look like he will accompany others in the slightest.

The hermit let out a "beep", despairing of them, so he had to go upstairs by himself.

As soon as the hermit left, Su Heting put the steel rod beside the shoe cabinet. He shook his tail a few times, shaking out a pile of dust.

Xie Zhenshu said: "My room has a bathroom."

Su Heting said, "Oh."

Thank you for reading him.

Su Heting held the tip of his tail and felt his throat burning. He was already sober, and although he was a little fragmented, he still remembered that his chin was touched.

Xie Zhenshu said: "Use it first."

Su Heting stepped forward, but the officer blocked his way. The gap at the entrance suddenly narrowed, and he leaned against the wall.

Xie Zhenshu propped up his arms and said, "Someone invites you to drink."

Su Heting faced the chief's neck, and breathed the smell of thanking the pillow book. His cat ears trembled slightly, and he said, "A younger sister invited me..."

The officer's cross star hangs down, revealing dissatisfaction in the silent approach.

He said, "Oh—"

The pronunciation of this word was dragged on for a long time, full of unhappiness.