Chapter 1471: Night Run (Part 2)

After the gunshots rang, the car suddenly filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke. Tan Zhenhua heard Wang Nanmu blow a loud whistle, and the spotlight circle that had been covering the Chevrolet body disappeared.
"I turned off their spotlights, I think we should be able to be quiet for a while." Wang Nanmu sat back in the car again, but did not intend to regain the driving rights, but placed the on the ground of the co-pilot. , Staring into the rearview mirror, said casually.
Sure enough, after the helicopter that had been hovering in the sky was attacked, it was obvious that there were extremely dangerous criminals in the flying Chevrolet on the ground, and that the criminals still had weapons that could pose a threat to them. It is very important to follow this closely. It was a risky matter, so he wisely chose to raise the height, hung from a distance, and called for reinforcements.
Wang Nanmu asked, "Did you drive a stable car? When did you learn it?"
Tan Zhenhua grinned, and didn't think about how to make up a nonsense for a while, so she chose to pretend to be unpredictable. This Miss Wang has been watching him in secret for ten years and doing things to him. I'm afraid he's more familiar than him, this nonsense is really not that easy to make up.
Fortunately, Wang Nanmu didn't plan to ask such a question of little meaning at this time. Seeing that Tan Zhenhua didn't plan to answer, he temporarily let him go, "Get off the highway at this fork and turn right at the second intersection. "She stared at the road ahead and ordered briefly.
Tan Zhenhua got off the expressway according to her instructions, and still sighed in her heart, the special Mi Di is really stupid. You see, most expressways don’t even have a toll station. I don’t know that "blocking the road" is the fastest. Is the way to get rich? If this is to be put in the future of China, where there are checkpoints for robbery to ask for money, and with toll stations, if you want to catch people on the highway, as long as you arrange the checkpoint, it will be very convenient...
After thinking about it, Chevrolet had already turned right through the intersection. Tan Zhenhua found himself driving into a dilapidated parking lot, and above the parking lot was a criss-crossed high-speed hub viaduct. It seems that this is Zone A, it is a temporary A great place to get rid of that pesky helicopter.
"We are here." Wang Nanmu said.
The two got out of the car, and a 40-year-old middle-aged uncle walked towards him. He was fat, with a big belly, and dressed casually, looking like an ordinary person who was walking around in San Francisco. Lower-middle class Chinese.
He walked up, nodded at Wang Nanmu, turned to Tan Zhenhua and said, "You come with me." After that, he turned and left.
Tan Zhenhua followed him for two steps, only to find that Wang Nanmu didn't mean to follow, so he could not help turning around and shouting: "Nanmu."
Wang Nanmu looked at him steadily, with a thousand words in his eyes, and then suddenly a bright smile appeared, and she said: "Uncle Hao will send you to you on the next road, Zhenhua, goodbye."
Tan Zhenhua's heart sank and he involuntarily took a step towards her, but after taking a step, he was gently pulled by Uncle Hao beside him.
Wang Nanmu nodded at him, turned around, walked to his Chevrolet, and opened the car door.
Tan Zhenhua suddenly felt that there was a surge of blood in his heart, and he yelled in spite of it: "Nan Mu, if they dare to do something to you, if they dare to hurt my relatives, my friends, you tell them, I, Tan Zhenhua , I swear here today that I will be an enemy in this life and will never die!"
Wang Nanmu paused with his hand on the door handle, then leaped into the car, slammed the door shut, the engine roared and galloped away.
Following her movements, the sound of engine starting sounded continuously in the parking lot, and several cars also lit their lights. As these cars drove out of the parking lot, they scattered aimlessly into San Francisco’s all-encompassing On the transportation network, the helicopter hovering in the sky found that it was impossible to tell which car the target it had been tracking just now was in. Now, the safest way it can take is to continue tracking the original Chevrolet Trailblazer. ", once reported the latest situation to the headquarters, requesting more support.
Hearing the sound of helicopter engines no longer overhead, Uncle Hao said, "Let's go too."
Tan Zhenhua silently followed him onto a dilapidated Ford pickup, started it, and drove out of the parking lot slowly, slowly blending into the night.
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The location of San Francisco International Airport is close to National Highway 101 and the traffic is very convenient. Uncle Hao drove his tattered Ford pickup truck and parked at the airport gate, put down a middle-aged passenger, and was very enthusiastic about getting off the car to help him unload it. With the luggage in the convertible, the two embraced and bid each other affectionately like old friends for many years.
The middle-aged man dragged a small suitcase and walked into the huge terminal. As he walked, he frequently looked back and waved his hands, just like what happened countless times every day in front of this terminal.
After changing the boarding pass, waiting patiently in line, and successfully passed the security check, all the procedures were normal and the time was just right.
The middle-aged man walked through the flow of people in a hurry, found his boarding gate, looked at his watch, and a few minutes before boarding, he found a place to sit down and unfolded the few pictures he had just picked up. The newspaper began to pass the time leisurely.
"Pan American Airlines' 9726th flight to Xiangjiang has begun boarding. Passengers taking this flight, please go to Gate 32 to board."
There was a sweet reminder on the radio. The middle-aged man put away the newspaper in his hand, picked up the suitcase, walked to the boarding gate properly and started queuing. The beautiful blond ticket inspector was checking his registration. After the card, he showed a professional smile: "Sir, welcome to take this flight." He also smiled back and said, "Thank you." It's just that his pronunciation is obviously rather blunt, obviously not very proficient in English.
The middle-aged man dragged his luggage and walked to the huge economy class of Boeing 747 that can accommodate more than 300 people. It took a little time to find a place. What he wanted was a window seat, at the innermost side, he had to stay on the side. Saying "I'm sorry", he squeezed in through the narrow aisle with great effort, and then panted his body, which had already begun to feel good, into the narrow seat.
Four huge engines were started one after another, pushing a huge passenger plane of more than 400 tons faster and faster on the long runway, and finally pulled up at the end. Under the wings, San Francisco Bay reflected the lights of the bustling city. A piece of sparkling.
A young woman was swimming from the bay to the shore at this time. She looked like she fell into the water by some accident, because she was not wearing a bathing suit, but the expression on her face was very strange, not at all. A little frustrated because of an accident, when the huge Boeing 747 whizzed past her head, she stared at it for a long time, until it finally disappeared on the skyline.
An old Ford pickup drove slowly from far to near. When the car stopped, the young woman naturally opened the door and got into the car, and soon disappeared into the deep night.