"Helicopters have been chasing motorcycles, you take two people to find a car to catch up with the helicopter, we continue to follow the car in front of us!"

"OK."

The dark man had no ink. After one foot of braking, he opened the door, took off his clothes and wrapped his fists. He punched the glass parked by the road.

Zhao Bin didn't have the time to appreciate his opponent's car-stealing skills. He sat in the driver's seat, looked at Venter and others behind him, smiled and said, "Catch it, I'm going to start!"

"Well."

Wentel had already sat back and grabbed the handrail dead. He knew Zhao Bin...