Escaping from the police and the mafia, John shows off his excellent driving skills. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The old and bulky Ford car was like a nimble and cunning fox in his hands, stealthily shuttling through the streets and alleys. According to him, before he was taken in by Gus, he had been wandering in the city since he was a child, and he knew exactly where every alley led, and even some very remote places were not even marked on the map, and he knew it by heart.

After driving around the city to hide from the pursuers, the trio managed to avoid all the checkpoints and patrol vehicles, and went out of the city to the wooden house in the suburbs before they ran out of gas.

This is Gus's secret property, and no one but a few henchmen know about it. Until the police expand their search, they are safe for the time being.

The cabin appears to have been prepared as a shelter, and is not only fully equipped with medicine and food, but also a number of weapons and a car that can be started with a full tank of gas.

It just so happened that the three of them needed a little time to recuperate.

This quest didn't have the hunger setting turned on, and Ann didn't feel tired. But the two NPCs can't bear it, and they haven't eaten a drop of water for a few hours, and they need to eat something and take a break. Thomas, in particular, had to deal with his injuries quickly, otherwise it would be tragic for the wounds to become inflamed and infected.

Bleeding a lot, Thomas felt very tired and curled up on the couch to take a nap. York was a little uneasy, and he stayed around the window guard to prevent himself and others from being dumpled.

And An Yizhi finally got a rare free time, giving him a chance to think about the clues of the dungeon.

Wake up from a public restroom, be found and arrested by the police, flee to the cinema, turn to the Blue Paradise Tavern, and finally get here.

He sat on the leather couch, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the armrests, and the radio in front of him played soft piano music. Accompanied by music, the scenes since entering the dungeon flowed through the consciousness.

An Yizhi is not a puzzle god, although he also loves puzzle games, but his speed of playing puzzle games is far from being comparable to those masters, others ask him why he doesn't look for a strategy, An Yizhi will always smile, I like the feeling of thinking jumping in the puzzle.

- Actually, it's because it's very compelling.

Listing the clues one by one, and constantly splicing and reorganizing, he tried to restore the meaning that the plot wanted to express.

The first unavoidable issue is identity, and Ann is sure that the role he plays is closely related to a certain organization, and it is likely that he is still at the top of the organization, and even a mafia boss with a good status like Gus has to respect him.

As for the organization, it is only known that it seems to have the unscientific label of 'magic'.

No, it's not just that organization.

An Yizhi recalled that the strong man who was chasing him not long ago, his physical strength had almost reached the limit of human beings, and his flesh was able to unleash shotguns and pistol bullets head-on. If there is no supernatural element in it, it will not make sense at all.

This shows that the existence of 'magic' is not nonsense to the background of this dungeon, but is deliberately hidden.

The initial system prompt further proves this hypothesis.

The prompt says, 'It is forbidden to use any unexplained supernatural abilities that do not fit the dungeon's context before the convergence'.

Could it be understood that after the convergence, you can use unexplained supernatural abilities at will?

If magic really doesn't exist in this world at all, then the system should say that there is no room for 'no supernatural abilities'.

There is also a collaborative pursuit by the police and the mafia.

Although there are countless police officers involved in gangsters in this era, and everyone knows that they are in a gang, this is an open secret that cannot be said explicitly, and everyone knows it, and once they say it, no one's face is very good-looking.

What makes both sides work together to hunt down themselves regardless of their faces? Could it be that this is similar to the witch judgment in the Middle World?

Humans generally tend to have two patterns when confronted with the unexplainable. One is worship, the other is desperate to destroy it.

This explanation seems to be more appropriate, but An Yizhi always feels that there are other reasons in it, and he can't figure it out for the time being. If it's really 'Witch Trial', then what is a strong man? Templars?

In addition, the most important and suspicious clue.

The person he plays seems to know An Yizhi's abilities, and even knows that An Yizhi will manipulate his body.

I had asked Gus for lubricating oil before, a seemingly nonsensical request, but it turned out that lubricating oil was the key to releasing oiliness.

How did he know that An Yizhi would be greasy?

And the items on his body are all prepared for An Yizhi.

Hand-rolled cigarettes, cigarette paper are rudimentary maps that have been broken into pieces. This is of little use to normal people, and people who have lived in the city for a long time will not know where the movie theater is? There is no need to label it at all.

A jug of liquor was used to release the fiery orb, and even the half of the fried bread had instructions for what to do next.

These clues are too blunt and deliberate.

Of course, you can't ignore the eerie smile reflected in the mirror.

Now that I think about it, that smile seems to be a kind of show-off, a kind of smug mood.

Ann felt that everything he had done was under the control of this middle-aged black man, acting out a prescripted script like a marionette.

"I see......"

He muttered quietly, and combined with the not-so-not-not-the-say that the system has no more hints so far, he finally understood why the system was performing the same.

The system wants to catch Ann's finger, and the middle-aged black man sets up the arrangement and rebels against the system.

It's not so much that Ann Yizhi is raiding a copy of the strategy, but that this is a confrontation between middle-aged blacks and the system!

Is this middle-aged black uncle also a special NPC?

Perhaps, but not important.

An Yizhi found that he was standing on a fork in the road, and chose to lean to the side of the system, or ......

Just as he was faced with a choice, the music on the radio abruptly stopped and was replaced by a neutral voice broadcasting the news that the police wanted and the arrest of Gus and other gang leaders.

When York heard this, he picked up his submachine gun and wanted to go out, but was stopped by Thomas, who was awake.

"The boss treats me well, if he hadn't taken me in, I would have starved to death! I can't just watch him suffer in prison! ”

"York, trust me, I don't want the boss to suffer either, but what can we do? Can you and I rob the prison? Don't be impulsive! ”

In the face of his friend's bitter persuasion, the hot-headed York calmed down. As Thomas said, with just two people and a few guns, this strength wants to rob the prison? It is equivalent to looking for death.

"Don't worry, Gus will be fine"

An Yizhi got up and turned off the radio, and said to the two young people who were depressed.

is also a gang boss, even if his backstage is not as tough as Heywood, he will not suffer anything in prison.

"When this is over, the organization will rescue Gus"

The word organization gave them a lot of confidence, which gave them a little peace of mind.

In fact, there is still half a sentence that An Yizhi didn't say, Gus will not suffer in prison, but it is difficult to say before entering prison, especially when it is in the hands of the police.

No one dares to guarantee that the police will not use the punishment, no, because of the participation of the mafia, the punishment is certain. As for whether or not they will say where they will stay, it will only depend on Gus's will.

An Yizhi will not pin his own safety on the will of others, which makes him insecure.

This means that he has to make a choice and get moving.

After being silent for a while, An Yizhi asked:

"What's near the cinema?"

"Mall, sir. Mainly shopping malls and a bank behind it"

"Which of you can get the blueprints for the bank and the movie theater?"

"I, I know"

Thomas held up his wounded arm and said:

"The buildings around there are all owned by the organization, and I've seen the blueprints."

Ann glanced at him in surprise, which made Thomas embarrassed:

"I'm going to go to university next year and want to be an engineer in the future."

He then said dejectedly:

"Am I a little whimsical? A black designer, hey"

Whimsical indeed, because no university in this day and age wants to take in a black student, Thomas's dream, most likely forever, is just a dream.

"Your dreams are unlikely to come true in 10 or even 20 years, but as long as you don't give up, one day you will find that you have gained more than you have lost on the road to pursuing your dreams."

poured them a mouthful of chicken soup for the soul, and An pointed to the words:

"So, which of you has experience robbing banks?"

The two young men looked at each other......

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It was close to 5 p.m., and it was almost time to get off work in a few moments.

As one of the bank's security guards, Boris tried to stand up straight and make a good impression on the leaders who were soon visiting the bank. But his beer belly is too big, and no matter how he restricts it, he looks like a pregnant woman who is pregnant for ten months.

He looked inside the bank, where his sweetheart, a small clerk of the bank, was busy working.

It seems that there has been a bit of volatility in the stock market lately, and some timid guys are worried that their deposits have been lost, and there are a lot of people who have withdrawn their money these days.

Boris, who didn't go to school much, didn't know what was going on, compared to other unemployed people, he had a stable job, and this job allowed him to look at the goddess of his dreams from afar, there was nothing happier than this, and some other trivial things could be ignored.

Try to ask her out to dinner in the evening?

Boris swore that he was sincere, but his own conditions were here, and the chances of holding a beauty were really low, and he heard that a rich boy was also pursuing her, which made Boris even more inferior.

He thought sadly, wondering how long he would see this beautiful and lovely man.

At this time, he saw two people walking towards him, one middle-aged and the other younger, with bandages on their hands, and bright red blood oozing slightly.

It's very decently dressed, but the problem is their skin color.

They were two black men.

Boris stepped forward and prepared to coax them out:

"This is not the place for you,"

The same person at the bottom of society, he can only gain ridiculous self-esteem through racial discrimination.

"If you guys want to pick up the junk, there's some scrap ...... back door"

A pistol pressed against his fat double chin, and the middle-aged man showed the hidden eyes under his hat, which were eyes that could pull the trigger at any moment.

"Let's correct this fat paper's words, can you? Thomas"

"Yes sir, I'd love to"

The black guy smiled, revealing his teeth that were exceptionally white in contrast to his skin tone......