Chapter 279： Explosion, she escaped

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The sports car that flew out was unscathed, braked after a big drift on the ground, stopped there, domineering and arrogant!

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Bessie didn’t even know what happened to her. She felt like she and the car were knocked into the air. She felt dizzy. The airbag bounced out and squeezed her. It was difficult for her. When I opened my eyes, my head rushed down, and the entire car turned over.

She vaguely smelled the smell of blood, and looked to the side with difficulty, only to find that the bodyguard of the co-pilot beside her was twisted in a weird posture, and her face was bloody, dead.

She was trembling all of a sudden, trying to get out of the car.

She heard the crackling sound of the sparks, and the smell of gasoline filled her nose, which made her be shrouded in the fear of death, and drilled out desperately.

Who the **** is it! ?

Who did it! ! ?

Of course Bessie knew that she had been attacked, but who did it! ?

Bessie finally got out of her wounds. She crawled to the other side of the car and panted to cover herself, then went to see the situation on the street and the attacker.

And it didn't matter if she didn't look at it, her eyes widened at first glance.

I saw a car driving at an extremely slow speed, with the windows ajar, revealing a man's profile, exquisite and wicked, tall nose, thin lips, and sharpened jaw, firm and perfect.

There was a cigarette in his lips.

He was full of hostility and coldness.

Bessie looked silly, and at the same time, his gaze turned over here, over here—!

Bessie hid behind the car door quickly, gasping for breath.

And from her angle, just from the rear car mirror, he saw his gaze looking over, and his narrow eyes showed a little indifference. He took down the cigarette **** between his lips and held it with his fingertips while slowly driving. Then he bounced directly.

The cigarette **** burning with sparks turned over in the air, and time seemed to be stretched at this moment. Bessie watched the cigarette **** bounced over, thinking of the leaking fuel tank in her mind, and her eyes widened. , I can't care about the image anymore, and even crawl to escape...

Rong Zhan flicked a cigarette **** and moved his eyes away. He stepped on the gas pedal and drove to the taxi tens of meters away to fish out the woman in the taxi driver's position.

(Dried gan) After being stuffed into the car crisply, the car galloped.

Sang Xia looked at the car and the fire-lit streets that had exploded tens of meters later, and swallowed hard, her fists clenched, and she couldn't speak.

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And the glass doors and windows of the convenience store on the side of the street were blown up, and the people inside were all lying on the ground, shivering, and one of them was particularly embarrassed, with messy blond hair, and a dejected cheek.

When everything seemed to calm down, she slowly got up, and all she saw in her mind was the profile of the man in the car.

Exquisite, perfect, domineering, and so crazy and terrible like death.

No matter what the reason is, whatever it is, it makes her deeply unforgettable.

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Sang Xia was sitting in the car, holding her newly bought clothes in her hand. She kept silent, probably because the atmosphere in the car was too solid, or the fact that she had discovered such a critical matter just now made her feel difficult to calm down.

When Rong Zhan's car crashed and drove to the next traffic light intersection, the car's license plate number was quickly changed before being scanned by the electronic eye camera.

They fled before the police came.

The car arrived at the hotel in one go--