The convoy of Andrias Bar stopped in front of the building, and a man on a motorcycle at the front shouted: "They've run away, chase me!" ”

After saying that, he turned the accelerator sharply in his hand, and the motorcycle flew out, and the car and motorcycle behind quickly followed.

In front, the old donkey has stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, but the sound of the motor behind is getting closer and closer.

"Hurry up, you hurry up." Marcus urged.

"I also want to drive faster, what can I do if this broken car is not powerful?" The old donkey replied angrily.

He also deliberately stole a BMW, just because he liked the speed of the car, who would have thought that the owner of this BMW was negligent in maintenance, and the speed of the car could not be raised.

Marcus looked back nervously, and could already see the flashing lights behind him, and a dozen motorcycles were chasing after him, and they were getting closer and closer.

He slumped in his chair and said to himself, "It's over, I've been killed by you." Originally, I hid well, but you had to recruit these people, but now it's okay, none of us can escape. ”

"Shut your crow's mouth and sit me down."

The old donkey slammed the steering wheel, and the car drifted instantly into an alley.

The alley was so narrow that cars could barely pass through, and the old donkey drifted into the alley, with the left and right rearview mirrors differing less than five centimeters.

With such a driving skill, Marcus couldn't help but blow the whistle, but the next second he exclaimed: "Stop, I'm going to crash!" ”

Fifty or sixty meters ahead, I don't know who built a small shed, and took up half of the alley, which was not wide, and cars couldn't pass through it anyway.

"Get out of here, I hope they haven't caught up yet!"

Marcus looked back as he spoke, only to find that two motorcycles had turned into the alley.

There are obstacles in front, and there are pursuers in the back!

Marcus slumped limply in his seat again, muttering, "It's over, it's really dead this time." ”

Suddenly, he heard a thud, and his body fell to the left, causing Marcus to exclaim.

Bumped in!

This was Marcus's first reaction, but then he was stunned to find that the car had not stopped and was still moving forward.

He propped up his body to look, and saw that the two wheels on the right side of the car were actually riding on the wall, and the whole body drove diagonally through the narrow space at an angle almost perpendicular to the ground.

"Cake seller, I'm not mistaken, right? It's a shot that only comes out of a movie! Marcus couldn't help but marvel.

Don't talk about him, even the pursuers behind were wide-eyed in shock.

"Fack! These two Chinese people, what kind of people are they! ”

More than one scolded this sentence.

The car rubbed against the ground with sparks, and as you can imagine, when they escaped, the car would have to go to the overhaul shop.

But the three people in the car, no one cared - it wasn't their car anyway.

As soon as the car drove past the small shed, the old donkey turned the steering wheel, and the body shook violently, returning to its normal posture.

"Unexpectedly, there are also illegal buildings in Germany, and your chengguan is too irresponsible." The old donkey said casually.

Marcus was about to answer when he suddenly heard the roar of the motorcycle motor behind him, and when he looked back, he saw a motorcycle rushing out behind them.

The rider seemed to be impressed by the old donkey's skill, and lifted the front wheel high and sprinted forward with only the rear wheel, getting closer and closer to them.

Now the car is still in the alley, such a small space, there is no way to stop it, you can only watch the motorcycle chase after it.

"It's over, it's over, it's dead."

Marcus slumped back in his seat.

"I'm afraid of a fart, Xian'er, solve him."

The old donkey moved the cart to the left, and the rearview mirror almost touched the wall, leaving room for Dewey to cross twenty centimeters.

Dewey picked up his pistol and stuck his hand out the window.

Marcus shook his head and said, "It's useless, you can't even aim, how can you hit ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, Dewey had already fired a shot in the back, and in the process of shooting, he didn't even look behind him.

Marcus almost went berserk and shouted, "How can this be ......"

Before he finished his sentence again, he heard a thud behind him.

He hurriedly looked back, and was stunned to see that the motorcycle in front of him had fallen to the ground, and the car following closely behind had also fallen in order to avoid him, blocking the small aisle next to the small shed.

"Oh, the cake seller! How did you do that? You just shot him casually and hit him! Marcus exclaimed.

"Who told you I hit him?" Dewey asked rhetorically.

"Didn't hit?" Marcus paused, puzzled, and asked, "Why did he fall down if he didn't hit?" ”

"Because his skills are terrible." Dewey said lightly.

"He's terrible, at least I can't." Marcus muttered.

To be exact, that driver's skills are not bad, but his mental quality is a little worse.

When ordinary people hear the sound of gunshots, they will subconsciously dodge, but he wants to show off his driving skills and drive on a one-wheeler, but when he is nervous, he falls on his heels.

Of course, Dewey was right, if he was to drive the motorcycle, he wouldn't fall even if he dodged the bullets.

The pursuers were temporarily stopped, and the exit of the alley was not far ahead, and Marcus finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I drove out of the alley, I saw a car light flashing on the left, and it turned out to be a car that could not pass through the alley, so I made a detour to intercept it.

Marcus's heart lifted again, but he didn't collapse in his seat and scream for death like he had done the previous times.

The old donkey just glanced at it, put the steering wheel under his hand, and the car turned to the right, drove forward some distance, and then turned into another alley.

Under his control, the car is like a nimble fish, weaving through the dense streets and alleys of the South District.

However, Andrias Bar is a local snake after all, and is very familiar with the streets of the South District, and no matter how the old donkey goes, he can find his way.

When the old donkey turned again, he found that he had fallen into a Jedi, and there was a small river in front of him, which divided the road in half.

The small river, which was supposed to be a tributary of the Rhine, was seven or eight meters wide and crossed the middle of the road, blocking their way.

"It's over, it's over, it's really dead now."

Marcus slumped back in his seat, complaining, "Why are you going this way, we have no other way but to jump into the river." Cake seller, I don't know how to swim yet! ”

"Sit tight!"

The old donkey shifted gears and reversed the cart.

"It's useless, when you pour out, they'll already catch up. And the rest of the road is their people, they deliberately forced us here. Marcus babbled.

The old donkey ignored him, reversed the car all the way to the intersection, and sure enough, he saw that there were lights in three directions, and they were already surrounded.

"Sun thief, let you see today, what is a flying car!"

The old donkey shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator, and the car motor let out a roar and rushed forward.

Second gear.

Three gears.

Fourth gear.

Fifth gear!

However, in just sixty or seventy meters, the old donkey had already shifted to fifth gear, accelerated to 100 kilometers, and rushed towards the river bank.

Marcus screamed in fright, grabbed the handle, and exclaimed, "What are you going to do?" You're going to kill us! ”

As soon as he shouted, the car had reached the shore, but the old donkey did not slow down and continued to bang on the accelerator.

The riverbank is a sightseeing path, and for the convenience of people with disabilities, there are two wheelchair accessible steps leading to the sightseeing path.

From this point of view, it can be seen that the German infrastructure is still very humane, and even the dilapidated southern city district is as much as possible to take into account the disabled.

The old donkey had already adjusted its direction, and the wheels on both sides rushed to the sightseeing road on the wheelchair lane, and then flew up.

"Wow-"

Marcus exclaimed loudly, his voice was both frightened and excited, and even he didn't know what mood he was in right now, only that he kept drawing crosses on his chest.

The car slashed through the air in a beautiful curve, flew over the riverbed of more than seven meters, and then slammed into the opposite riverbank.

On this side of the riverbank, the pursuers who had just arrived happened to see this scene, and they all opened their mouths wide in shock, and watched the broken BMW drive into the road and disappear into the night.

"Oh, that's great! We're safe! ”

Marcus thumped his seat in excitement.

"You're not afraid they'll catch up now?" The old donkey looked back and asked.

"Of course I'm not afraid, if they want to chase this side, they will have to take a long detour, and by the time they come, we will have already left the Southern District." Marcus said happily.

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, we can't leave the Southern District right away." The old donkey said.

"What's wrong? You're not telling me you're going to stay in the Southside, are you? Marcus asked.

"Of course not, but we're running out of gas, do you know where the nearest gas station is?" The old donkey asked.

Marcus breathed a sigh of relief, identified the location, and said, "About two kilometers, can you hold on?" ”

At that moment, the motor of the car let out a painful coughing sound and stopped in the middle of the road.

"I don't think I need to answer, do I?" The old donkey asked.

"What should I do if I sell cakes?" Marcus exclaimed, pulling his hair.

"What to do? Of course, it's cold salad, get off. ”

The old donkey got out of the car at a beckon, looked around, saw that there was no one on the left and right, came to a car parked on the side of the road, and pounded on the door.

Marcus whistled and said, "Wow, you're still going to do this, can you teach me?" ”

"You'd better be honest about your promising career as an intelligence dealer." The old donkey said.

Five minutes later, the three of them got into the car, and the old donkey was still a little dissatisfied, and said, "If the old cat is here, it won't take three minutes, and we can set off." Let's hope that the people of Andreas can't catch up. ”

"Rest assured, they're not that fast. Where we're going, I'll show you the way. Marcus said.

"Let's get out of the South Side first." The old donkey said.

"Okay, then you turn left at the intersection ahead......"

As Marcus said, Andreas's men didn't come that quickly, and the three left the South Side safely.

The old donkey drove the car to a remote street, and then called Zhang Ning.