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Chapter 816 11. You Long Angelica Sea

Mu Su returned to the game with ease after finishing the Su Wen.

There is still a short time before the fake Smith comes out.

"Damn it, the police are here." Smith yelled in panic over the intercom.

Rohard and Slack looked in the rearview mirror at the same time. A police motorcycle parked behind Smith's car, turned off the engine and got off.

Smith quickly rolled up the window, hid the walkie-talkie and whistled to watch the scenery.

bang bang—

The police officer patted the car window to signal Smith to lower the car window. The latter looked surprised when he saw him just now, and rolled down the car window to show his signature smile.

"Hey officer, what a beautiful day today!"

The white police officer quietly pressed his palm on his waist holster: "Show your driver's license."

"Of course." Smith froze for a moment, then turned around with an undiminished smile to search in the carriage.

"raise your hand!"

The white police officer yelled suddenly, drew his gun and pointed it at Smith.

"Damn it, Smith is being targeted!" Slack cursed, and glanced up the steps of the recording studio, where the two bodyguards were watching vigilantly.

"Smith is gone, we can't expose it." Slack obviously didn't want to accompany Smith at all, urging Rohard to roll up the car window, shrinking under the backrest and staring at the rearview mirror.

"Hey! Hey! I didn't do anything!" Smith raised his hands quickly.

"Get out your driver's license!"

"Okay, I'll take it now—" Smith stared nervously at the muzzle of the gun, trying to put his hand down slowly.

"What are you going to do! Put your hands up!" The white police officer pressed his finger on the trigger
"Okay, okay, I raised it!" Smith screamed in fright and raised his hand again. "Put that damn gun away!"

"Where's your driver's license?"

"I'm getting it! Look out!" Smith's mind was full of black muzzles, almost forgetting that he didn't have a driver's license and was riding in a stolen car, letting the white police officer's eyes follow his palm down, like staring at him. audience holding hands of magician.

Then--

"Damn it! Put your hands up!" the white police officer yelled in panic.

"Are you serious nigga?"

Smith looked like he had seen a ghost, and gave up on himself: "Well, I didn't bring that damn driver's license!"

"Get out of the car, put your hand up and don't let it go, let me see your hand!"

"I just forgot to bring the police officer. Be careful, I will sue you for racial discrimination." Smith cursed and got out of the car, lying on the car with his hands raised, his legs spread apart skillfully.

The white police officer roughly examined Smith.At the same time, the bodyguard at the entrance of the recording studio glanced at each other and picked up the walkie-talkie. "Boss, there's a guy who looks a lot like the one you're talking about."

"Where is he?" a hoarse voice came from the intercom.

"Uh... being searched by the police."

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the walkie-talkie: "Keep an eye on him, but don't stare at him... If he doesn't pay special attention to you, you can just ignore it."

Apparently Fake Smith's team has been keeping an eye on Smith.And more than ten years of peace plus Smith's "career" let them regard it as a coincidence.

"Good boss."

The bodyguard put away the walkie-talkie and continued to watch the excitement.

The white police officer handcuffed Smith, who kept uttering slang and swear words, and suddenly noticed that there was an old muscle car in front of him, and a figure in the driver's cab, walking with his arm with a gun hanging down.

knock --

The white police officer knuckles on the car window.

Rohard tilted his head and rolled down the window silently.

"Hello, sir." The white police officer was visibly relieved, and while retracting the holster, he glanced into the car, not noticing Slack who was huddled in the co-pilot.

"Nice car, please show me your driver's license."

The selection box that had been silent for a long time finally emerged.

【Tell the police officer that I forgot to bring it】

[Tell the police officer that he and the black man behind are in the same group]

[Looks at the officer's holster and tries to grab it and stuff it in his ass]

Rohard's real thoughts are a little strange...

6:1:1, without Musu as the leader, his little friends were defeated and even defected to the enemy.

"I forgot to bring it."

Too straightforward... Transparent Bridge regrets the taciturn character design.Surprisingly, the officer didn't seem to mind this at all.

"It's okay, remember to bring it next time."

The white police officer, with a talkative appearance, seemed to be a different person from the one who pointed the gun at Smith just now.

"Have a nice day."

The white man nodded in warning, grabbed the walkie-talkie and called his companion to turn around, just in time to see Smith who had just opened the handcuffs.

With a curse, the white officer reached for the holster.

Smith had dealt with the Los Angeles police too many times. Knowing that these guys really dared to shoot at the niggers, he didn't want to rush over and knock down the white police officers, and got up in a hurry to escape.

A hand suddenly grabbed his ankle, Smith fell down again, and wrestled with the white police officer who climbed up in the street.

drip-

The passing cars slowed down and stopped, and passers-by looked this way in amazement.

"Go and help!"

Slack pushed Rohard anxiously, as for him?He's just a poor helpless little lame nigger.

click-

Rohard stepped out of the car, picked up the gun at his feet and walked to the street.

Options emerged as the duo approached his scuffle.

[Shooting and killing Smith]

[Shooting and killing the police officer]

【Swimming Dragon Angelica Sea, Armed with a Gun Angelica Butt】

Mu Su chose option three without a doubt. This time it has nothing to do with bad taste, but simply thinks that this is a beautiful piece of writing.

The result was 1:4:4, and Musu won half.

Transparent Bridge won the other half, but she was the biggest loser—if Cen Yingying had been smarter, they wouldn't have seen such a bad scene.

In any case, the option faded away, and half of the players watched in pain as Rohard clicked the trigger on the white police officer crawling on top of Smith like a cold-blooded killer.

boom--

Gunshots echoed across the street, passers-by screamed and fled, and the driver who was still impatiently honking his horn stepped on the gas pedal in panic to avoid the middle of the road.

Smith pushed away the corpse on his body, and looked at Rohard in astonishment: "You actually killed the policeman..."

In the chaos, only Rohard took off the white police officer's pants expressionlessly and put the gun in its proper place.

Smith looked like he was looking at a lunatic, and was about to get up when he suddenly looked down at his chest in a daze.

The chest of the shirt was smeared with blood.

"I was shot..." Smith said to Rohard desperately, clutching his chest with a pained look on his face. "Can I trust you……"

【"better not."】

【"Can."】

【"You are dying, let me put a gun in your ass."】

Option two wins.

"Yes." Rohard said.

"Help me get rid of the fake Smith...I don't want to see someone against me again..." Smith's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally fell back into a pool of blood, his chest no longer rising and falling.

Rohard was indifferent, pulled out his gun with a bang, turned around and walked to the side of the road, and stepped up the steps of the recording studio.

At this time, the transparent bridge keenly noticed that in the blurred background behind Rohard, a corpse got up from the ground and crept back to the muscle car.

Smith is not dead?
Transparent Bridge frowned and thought.

(End of this chapter)