Assassin Simulator: I deduced the accidental formula!

After Li Mo has driven for a while, he will find that this electric vehicle is well equipped. Although the speed is not very fast, it still has a radio function.

So on this deserted road, I quickly remembered the sound of "Hotel California".

Li Mo himself was humming along with the radio with great interest, while flapping the steering wheel.

"I don't know when the people at Homeland Security will realize that Yan Guozhang actually had a broken leg, so it was a little slower than they thought.

He complained with a bit of a malicious attitude.

"It's not intentional. I won't remind you, but I can't always let me do everything for you. Hugel asked me to help you catch it."

"Yan Zhihui, I helped you kill, I can't be the last target and make me so troublesome, then you are too wasteful.

Li Mo followed the rhythm and nodded his head several times. He noticed that in the surrounding countryside, there was a limping figure in the distance, which seemed to be quite embarrassed walking.

"Hey, I didn't expect to meet acquaintances, but there will be opportunities to say hello in the future, so let's leave it alone now."

He said casually, then took out a bottle of wine from the box on the side of the car, slammed it directly on the window, used the window frame to pry the bottle cap off, and tooted into his mouth. filled up.

At this time, it was similar to He Yike's prediction of "three zero seven". Far away in S City, an old man who looked extremely tired stumbled into a nearby vegetable field that was somewhat withered.

"When Confucius traveled around the world, he was known as a lost dog, so I should be similar now."

"I'm confused, I feel ignorant and I really haven't been so embarrassed in decades."

Although Yan Guozhang seemed to be extremely messed up all over his body, but he showed a good attitude and a good attitude. It seemed that after losing his child, the last trace of fear in this hero's heart was also released. opened.

It's not that he's not afraid of dying artists anymore, and it's not that he thinks he has a good chance of winning this time and can escape.

At this time, Yan Guozhang calmly confirmed one thing, that is, most of it is still dead.

The only difference is whether he was tortured to death by the death artist, as predicted by the genius college student He Yike thousands of miles away, or he simply surrendered to the Homeland Security Agency in exchange for an extra year or two of life.

"Of course, maybe I can use those two forces to escape and ascend to heaven after chasing my special circumstances."

This old man is full of an inexplicable optimistic spirit.

His thinking is very simple, even though he has suffered countless blows all the time and almost broke his family, he still knows almost nothing about the dead artist.

However, he knew the group of people from the Homeland Security Bureau quite well. It did not mean that he had an understanding of the personnel of Cheng Ningnan and He Yike, but he was quite familiar with the operation mode of this kind of government organization.

Yan Guozhang was able to expand his business step by step, and he also relied on a lot of strength in this area, but later due to the uneven distribution of spoils, he simply removed part of his protective umbrella.

After all, he already has something more effective, that is, that Karl Roske is enough as a force from the outside world.

"But I know it with my feet.

"Those leaders must be putting pressure on this pursuit team, and they are also very desperate to use my head to complete their duties, so in a sense, those idiots are trying to protect me from the hands of the House of Death. .

Yan Guozhang continued to stumble forward while sneering, his right leg was stabbed by Li Mo earlier.

Although it was bandaged and the use of various drugs, there was no infection or worsening of the injury.

But the pain still exists, and because a lot of the body and nerves have been damaged, I can only maintain this posture when walking at this time, and the efficiency is greatly reduced.

"But since I haven't been caught yet, that means the House of Death didn't spread the word about the stab wound to my leg.

Yan Guozhang calmly analyzed.

There was no monitoring equipment in the hotel, so the members of the Homeland Security Bureau could never find out which bloodstains belonged to Yan Zhihui and which belonged to themselves.

They had to go through the tests before they could come to a conclusion that they were injured on their side, and it would take a considerable amount of time for them to come to the conclusion that the leg was injured.

If it was the death artist who broke the news, the official force could easily find itself based on the leg injury, an unmasked feature.

But now that it has taken a lot of time to come to the surrounding area of ​​S City, but still not being reported, it can only mean that the dead artist did not do this.

"It's arrogant, but give me a chance, you bastard.

Yan Guozhang said meaningfully.

Then the old man walked towards the city ahead with a very painful and firm attitude. This is the most frontier place in the country. If he hadn't been wearing 3 or 4 layers of clothes, I'm afraid he would have frozen stiff and even died at this time. .

But he knew very well that he had to come to S City. Although according to the original plan, this person had stored enough cold-proof items in his luggage, but now the big bag has been thrown by him. Lost.

Yan Guozhang also carried some precious metals such as gold, and could complete the purchase of materials in S City. Originally, he was afraid of exposing himself, but exposure to the pressure of dead artists is not a bad thing at all.

"You can let the person of Homeland Security find himself earlier, and in this way, it can be regarded as a guarantee of life.

Yan Guozhang thought happily.

He did not expect that his escape journey would turn into this direction. He should have stayed away from those official forces, but now he tried his best to get close to them in order not to be tortured to death.

"But these are not the key points. The key point is that I have to go to S City to get the key to breaking the game. 99

He looked forward with deep eyes. S City was considered a relatively developed place in the early years, but due to the decline of industrialization and the growth of various other industries, this place is already a barren place similar to Jehol.

In addition to the various industrial products that can meet Yan Guozhang's needs, the bigger reason is that it is estimated that there will be no special precautions before the arrival of the Homeland Security Bureau, which allows him to let go.

"But since there is no doubt about death anyway. Why don't I give this dead artist a performance with this body that won't last long. Don't you like art? Then let me show you something..."

Yan Guozhang said it through gritted teeth, so the dog jumped over the wall, probably this is how he looked.

Soon, after about half an hour, the old man arrived at the place.

Looking at this somewhat decaying city, he didn't say anything, just walked straight ahead.

First of all, in the first step, he found a bathing center, which is a special kind of business shop in the north where the weather is colder.

Yan Guozhang spent some money in it, but he cleaned up the various stains on his body well, and ordered a meal.

He then ignored it, completely oblivious to the risk that the dead artist might be around, or that the Homeland Security Agency was about to hunt him down.

I had a good night's sleep, from 12 noon until the next morning. …

"In this way, my energy is almost restored, and I have also started to prepare seriously.

After Yan Guozhang woke up.

I thought while brushing my teeth.

He looked at the wrinkles on his face, the gray hair and the fear hidden deep in his eyes.

"Homeland Security and Death Artist let's just have fun. 35

Yan Guozhang brushed his canine teeth hard.

"Let's see if I can survive through the gap between you, or let me pull you back in my desperation."

Thinking so, he actually crushed his toothbrush.

With the sound of clucking, the old man threw the toothbrush into the trash can at will, and he is now a little crazy.

The idea in my mind is also very simple.

Either Yan Guozhang wanted to rely on his ability to survive under the forces of both parties.

or—

He will never be caught off guard!

He Yike predicted 99% of the problems, but he predicted one thing wrong. As a hero, Yan Guozhang has now regained a lot of confidence and fighting spirit!

He will never accept the outcome of being imprisoned and tried, so at this time he has only one idea, either to successfully smuggle to live and use the wealth of the first half of his life to finish his life!

Or have a blast!

Let these bastards who destroyed their property and all their happiness pay the price!

Although Yan Guozhang was thinking about these issues, he completely ignored his past drug experiments and how many people's homes were destroyed by selling fake and shoddy products.

But at this time, he only felt that he was completely standing in an angle where the weak would defeat the strong, and he seemed very brave and fearless.

"Hehe, death artist.

I don't know when the old man's face was twisted and extremely terrifying.

But such terror gave birth to the lofty ambition in Yan Guozhang's heart. He felt that everything had come back, just like when he was in his prime, he ran to the capital with only 500 yuan to fight fiercely with others, setting a record for everyone. It's the same in business!

It seems that the noise caused earlier is attracting others.

"Sir, do you need my help?"

5.4 At this time, a waiter next to him came to his living room and served breakfast. Although it was not very delicate, the portion was good enough to satisfy him.

Yan Guozhang looked at the opposite side coldly.

Not a word was said.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry to bother you, I'm leaving now! 55'

On the contrary, the waiter had a frightened attitude, and bowed back and forth again and again, until it was not far from the door.

He patted his chest with a lingering fear.

"Why is that old man so terrifying? Isn't he a fugitive?"

"Not so...not so..."

"I must have been frightened, it seems that the other party is just a bad old man. 35

The waiter walked away slowly.

Yan Guozhang, this is struggling to grab those stuffed buns and the like on the plate, and stuffing them into his mouth crazily.

"This pork doesn't taste like some bad stimulant stuff."

Yan Guozhang laughed coldly, of course to himself.

Because he knew that in the past, even if he was much better than this quality meat product, he would not want to eat more.

For fear of delaying the rhythm of his health preservation, but now in order to replenish his physical strength and restore his physical strength, he would rather consume these extremely low-quality foods.

And there is only one purpose, survival or revenge.

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