Chapter 90:

The man parked the car at the gas station, went out himself, and leaned on the roadside to smoke. The dust flying on the national road was stained on his white shirt, and he didn't even care. Smoking a cigarette, squinting slightly and looking into the distance.
It has already run 200 kilometers, it is setting sun, and Henan is far away.
After smoking a cigarette, he threw his cigarette in the dirt by the road, turned and was about to leave, and heard the whistling of a police car from far away.
As if he hadn't heard it, he almost walked back into the car. I didn't know that the police car came to refuel, and Kankan parked behind his car. He was about to get into the car without squinting. Who knows a familiar shout: "Hey, how are you here?"
He was in a stature, and his thoughts turned back and forth, and he raised his eyes, and saw that he was hiding in the storage compartment of the co-driver. But he still didn't reach out, took a deep breath, turned his head and smiled: "Lao Fang? Why are you here?"
Fang Qing's face was dusty, but she looked very spirited. He stared at Luo Lang with dark eyes and said, "I'm on a mission. How about you?"
The fact is that the butterfly killer fled northward all the way, Fang Qing immediately made an order and ordered the police to immediately flew north to block all routes. But the land of the motherland is too vast, and the killer may also abandon the car and escape at any time, so it has not been found.
Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao are still far behind. Fang Qing's car should be the fastest.
Just then, Fang Qing's mobile phone rang, and the caller was Jian Yao. The gas station couldn't pick up the phone, Fang Qing glanced at the phone and planned to dial it back later.
Luo Lang glanced at his phone, smiled, and said, "I'm back to Beijing."
Fang Qing looked at the black Jeep he drove: "This is not your car?"
Luo Lang faintly replied: "A client, Beijing license plate, intends to sell it, and asked me to drive him back to Beijing. Anyway, in about ten hours, I just happened to come back."
Fang Qing said "Oh" and saw that the partner was still refueling, and the front bezel of their police car was almost falling off. He turned his eyes, and climbed Luo Lang's shoulder, and laughed, "So Lao Luo, I'll go north in your car. Don't hide from you, we're catching the fugitive. This car assigned by the local police station. It's so bad. Running provincial roads and rural roads makes me want to vomit blood. Take me a while. "
Luo Lang thinks about it, "No problem."
So they got into the car and galloped north.
When Bo Jinyan, Jian Yao, and An Yan's car drove to the gas station, they saw Fang Qing's partner driving out. Jian Yao asked loudly: "Where is Fang Qing?" Interpol replied: "He met a friend and got off in his car." Jian Yao asked strangely: "Who?" Interpol replied: "Luo Luo, A black Jeep. "
Jian Yao froze.
Bo Jinyan beside him had said coldly, "Chasing!"
An Yan was driving, raised his head, and looked stunned. There was an indescribable feeling in Jian Yao's heart. She looked up and saw the yellow road ahead. The dust was flying and the sky was dark.
After chasing for about half an hour, a black Jeep really appeared around the corner. The speed was extremely fast. I could not see anyone in the car from a distance. I just felt that the car seemed to be running like a devil, and turned them away again.
In the car over there, Fang Qing looked ahead and rested his hands on the window. All his attention was on the search for suspect vehicles in front of and on both sides of the road. He opened a crack in the window, and a soft wind came in from time to time. He sniffed with his nose, and suddenly said, "Lao Luo, how can I smell a smell in the car?"
He looked sideways, but saw that Luo Lang was very calm, and even felt a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and took out the lighter, and then answered, "You nose is not worse than my nose. It is not you Does the smell on the back? "Fang Qing froze, looked back, and tore his shirt, and sure enough, he saw some blood stains and a little pain. I didn't know it was hanging on the branch in the mountain, but I never noticed it.
He smiled and didn't speak again.
After a while, he suddenly said, "Lao Luo, isn't it. It's your blood."
Luo Lang only slowly lowered his head, glanced at his shirt on the right chest, and finally was soaked with blood. He looked up again, looked ahead, and continued to drive.
The wind blew in, and both men were silent. After a while, Fang Qing said, "Lao Luo, why are you doing this?" The voice didn't fall, and he reached out and pulled his gun.
Where did he know that Luo Lang's movement was faster than him, and one punch had hit Fang Qing Temple severely. Fang Qing avoided his side, and at the same time firmly grasped Luo Lang's arm, making him unable to move. Who knew that Luo Lang left the steering wheel with his other hand, and pulled out an iron rod from under the seat like lightning, hitting the blue head above him with a slam. This turned out to be his real trick. While driving, for a brief moment, you can think of such a cunning and fierce attack method. Even Fang Qing was unexpected, and it was really a life-threatening play. Fang Qing grunted, his head dropped straight, and he didn't move, and the back of his head was dripping with blood. Luo Lang took a deep breath, dropped the iron rod, grabbed the steering wheel, and the car almost rushed down the cliff. Raising his head again, he saw in the rearview mirror that Bo Jinyan's car had appeared.
Luo Lang continued to endure the severe pain in his chest, and his brain turned quickly. How to get rid of Jianyao without suspicion. Looking at Fang Qing at the same time, this old friend's injury should not be fatal. Thinking of this, the uncomfortable feeling of nausea and vomiting came to my heart again. He unfastened Fang Qing's seat belt, pushed him down on the ground in front of the seat, and curled up. Then he took out his gun and dropped it to his side. When they drove over, wait and watch the change.
However, he never expected that they wouldn't even say hello, they heard a few "bangs and bangs", and a bullet shot at his tire. Luo Lang looked back in horror. When she saw the co-driver, Jian Yao was holding a gun, looking cold and indistinguishable from the dust. Her gun was shooting her car. Luo Lang's heart was so big that he lost all of a sudden, he knew that everything was done. But then there was a refreshing refreshment, wasn't this what he wanted?
Between his thoughts, An Yan has increased his horsepower and caught up.
In this compartment, An Yan didn't hesitate to listen to Bo Jin's tune. Jian Yao held the gun, her voice was still hoarse in the wind: "Jin Yan, are you sure ... is he? Is it Brother Luo?"
Bo Jinyan's voice is extremely quiet, as if it has the power to stabilize the heart. "OK." He said, "Fang Qing must have been spotted and conspired by him. Continue firing, shoot his tires and force him to stop."
Jian Yao's heart was especially cold. She didn't say anything more, raised her gun and fired at the opponent's left rear wheel again. She noticed that the other party never fired back.
"Uh-", shot! The black Jeep's driving lane suddenly deviated, and the right rear wheel was smoking. He can't escape anymore!