Chapter 2 Prologue (Part )

It was impossible to see when turning, and the first jeep had a close contact with the guardrail. Because the speed was too fast, the whole vehicle overturned and continued to roll on the road, with parts scattered all over the ground.

The second jeep was following too closely, and in order to avoid the first car, it had a close contact with the mountain on the left and also performed a rollover.

The young criminal extended his index and middle fingers and said with a smile, "Drive at high speed, please keep a safe distance."

But he soon stopped laughing as a motorcycle was unaffected and rushed out from the white fog area created by the flour.

The young criminal pulled out his pistol, aimed, and fired, with the bullet hitting the front of motorcycle A. To the young criminal's surprise, the motorcycle remained motionless, without slowing down or swaying slightly in panic, and continued to pursue him at high speed.

"You are asking for death." The young gangster fired the second shot at the chest of motorcyclist A, who was 50 meters away. The motorcyclist's body shook backwards, but it did not hinder the acceleration of the motorcycle at all.

Hell, even if you're wearing a bulletproof vest, you should always have a subconscious instinct to dodge after being hit by a bullet.

As the young criminal was surprised, Motorcycle A fell down and crashed into the mountain, turning into a fireball. In the light of the fireball, the young criminal saw a lot of blood spurting out of the chest of the motorcyclist who flew out.

The young gangster sat back down: "I hit him, but he insisted on driving the motorcycle for more than 5 seconds, and finally the motorcycle was out of control because of death."

Lao Jin didn't quite believe it: "Are you dazzled?"

Young gangster: "My eyes are ten point zero."

Lao Jin asked, "Are they armed?"

Young criminal: “Nothing.”

Lao Jin frowned and said to himself, "Why? Does the two-wheeled vehicle want to eat the four-wheeled vehicle? Let's put one up there and see what's going on."

Soon, motorcycle B caught up to five meters behind the car. Lao Jin pulled his car to the right, blocking the route of motorcycle B.

Car B did not slow down to avoid the car, but instead crashed straight into the sedan. When the two cars were several meters apart, an explosion occurred behind the sedan. The shock wave of the explosion mixed with debris hit the sedan, which was lifted up and flipped forward twice.

Lao Jin unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car with his pistol, opened the back door, and dragged the nearly unconscious young gangster out of the back seat. The young gangster was covered in blood and was dragged to the front of the car by Lao Jin with a pistol in his hand. He asked with a smile: "Are you finally going to die?"

Lao Jin ignored him because motorcycle C was about to arrive. Lao Jin wondered, "Why is the distance between each motorcycle 500 meters?"

The young gangster stood up with his hands on the hood: "I'm more curious about why the second motorcycle exploded? And why didn't they shoot?" He reached out to wipe the blood from his eyebrow to prevent it from blurring his eyes.

The young criminal said, "I'm curious, why did they chase us with several motorcycles?"

Lao Jin did not answer. He seemed to have thought of something and pressed the microphone: "Three-headed dog, activate thermite."

"Now?"

"Yes, Plan B."

"clear."

As the three-headed dog finished speaking, the two gangsters left the car, holding their guns in their hands and backing away as they listened to the sound. The car was like fireworks, with strong rays of light emitting in all directions, instantly igniting the entire car.

The sound of a motorcycle approached from far away, quickly approaching the two. After a while, a rider wearing a black leather jacket and a full-face helmet drove past the burning vehicle without hesitation. He put his hands on the handlebars and lowered his upper body. "Are you looking for death?" The young gangster pulled the trigger in confusion and fired three shots in a row, each of which hit the vital point.

Lao Jin could see clearly that the rider's left hand was holding a fist with something on the handlebars, which had a line connected to his sleeve. He turned around and threw the young gangster to the ground. The next second, the rider flew forward after being shot and exploded in the air.

The young gangster shook his head, helped the injured Lao Jin up, and asked: "Is it a dead bomb? Did I see it wrong? Is it a dead bomb?" The so-called dead bomb refers to a remote-controlled bomb. The user presses the remote control button, and the bomb will explode once the user lets go. This requires the user to keep applying force to the button. Once the user dies or is seriously injured, the pressure will be lost, causing an explosion.

"Yes." Lao Jin stood up and casually glanced at his left half, which was a bloody mess from his left hand to his left leg. This was a serious injury, but his eyes were calm and fearless.

The young gangster still couldn't believe the scene: "Are all bodyguards so cowardly nowadays?" Not carrying a gun, not slowing down, and rushing forward with dead bullets, isn't this behavior too unbelievable?
Lao Jin: "Go and see the sea."

The young gangster trotted to the seawall and looked down: "It's high tide now, we can implement retreat plan B. Watch out, they're coming again." The sound of a motorcycle came closer and closer.

Lao Jin: “Jump down.”

"Why? It's easy to feel lonely and cold in the sea."

Lao Jin shouted in a deep voice: "Jump."

"No."

Lao Jin looked at the motorcycle headlight and said, "This road is only seven meters wide, and we don't have any obstacles to protect us."

The young gangster knew something was wrong when he heard this. Just as he was about to say something, a motorcycle came up.

Lao Jin did not shoot, but ran two steps and jumped up to knock down the oncoming motorcyclist, who then exploded. The shock wave tore Lao Jin to pieces and blew the young gangster ten meters away out of the seawall.

……

Somewhere in the world, a pair of eyes stared at the six screens in front of them. I don't know how long it took, but a piece of news triggered a keyword pop-up: A cargo ship from Japan rescued an unidentified person who fell into the water near South Korea.

A pair of nimble hands typed on the keyboard, and the news disappeared from the world before anyone even read it.

Mao Lizhao, 26 years old, is a Japanese-born person living in the UK...

Jianren put down his hand, took the globe and turned it around. After thinking for a moment, the previous message was deleted.

New information: Nguyen Yuan, 26 years old, a descendant of Vietnamese living in Spain, a fisherman in Halong Bay, Quang Ninh Province…

The keyboard operator paused for a moment, deleted the message, angrily picked up the keyboard and slammed it twice, then concentrated on reading the information at hand.

Cui Jian: 26 years old, male, Korean, father is Chinese American, mother is Korean American, both parents died early. At the age of 25, he returned to his grandmother's home in Korea for recuperation due to mental illness. He likes to go fishing alone on a boat. He went out to sea on April 4 and has not returned yet.

Press the Enter key, and after the background information is generated, AI will automatically generate the information details. For example, the island where Cui Jian's grandmother lives is Wuer Island, where there are only dozens of residents, and they are all elderly people.

Hancheng: A fictitious coastal city in South Korea of ​​similar size to Seoul, with a population of 11 million.

Korean Won: The currency of the mysterious Eastern country divided by two hundred.

(End of this chapter)