When fishing beauty is bound to the rich system

At this time, several cars stopped on the side of the road, and eight mercenaries in black combat uniforms jumped out of the cars. Each of them was tall and walked quickly towards Lin Xinran.

Perhaps it was because their aura was too strong, or perhaps it was because they were just too tall, so that Ichiro Kuroda and Yuko Inoue looked as cute and miniature as "little figures" in front of them.

One of the captains stood next to Lin Xinran and looked at her.

Lin Xinran's eyes turned slightly, and then he took a step back to make room for them. The corners of his mouth were smiling slightly, but his eyes were very meaningful, and his voice was cold and pleasant:

"I am a man of my words. Since we have already reached an agreement, I will not stop you. You can go now. I hope to see the result of what you promised me tomorrow."

Inoue Yuko then breathed a sigh of relief, and then made a phone call in front of Lin Xinran, arranging the fastest plane to deliver the ancient Chinese books to the Kyoto National Museum of China.

Those ancient books are extremely important to China, and there have been rumors that they will affect China's national destiny, but the people of Sakura Country don't really believe this. They just think that these things are more valuable, so they have never returned them to China.

And this time, it is an opportunity.

Lin Xinran watched Inoue Yuko drive away. Perhaps because two tires were punctured, their car was very difficult to drive.

"Miss, are you just going to let them leave like this?"

One of the mercenaries asked in a low voice.

She curled her lips and chuckled. A breeze blew by, but it did not mess up her hair. Instead, it made her temperament even more charming.

Lin Xinran raised her hand to tuck her hair behind her ears, and raised her left hand to gently adjust her collar: "His good days are still to come."

She had guessed something when she looked at the mercenary just now. If her guess was correct, something must have gone wrong inside the NRC, but Inoue Yuko and Kuroda Ichiro didn't know it yet.

Then the person most likely to cause trouble is Chairman Burgeo.

It seems that there is still a big surprise waiting for Inoue Yuko.

"Interesting...very interesting."

She watched Inoue Yuko's car gradually disappear from her sight and spoke softly. Her words drifted in the air with the wind. The soft whispers in their ears did not sound very clear, but they could vaguely hear what she said.

"Where's Zhao Sinian?"

The mercenary at the side replied: "Mr. Zhao is cooperating with the UN to deal with things in the factory."

"Okay, let's go back..."

Before Lin Xinran could finish her words, a gunshot was heard in the distance.

Perhaps because the roads were empty and there were no cars at night, the whole of San Francisco seemed very quiet, so the sound of the robbery seemed particularly prominent, and there was even a slight echo.

The mercenaries quickly surrounded Lin Xinran, took out the guns on their waists, and looked around vigilantly.

"Miss, the sound is from an ordinary rifle, coming from the southwest, so it should be not far away."

Lin Xinran raised her head slightly and quickly glanced at the top of the building and the glass next to her. She did not see any lenses reflecting the moonlight, which proved that there were no snipers here and they were most likely not targeting her.

There was no trace of panic on her face, as if she had experienced this kind of scene countless times, or perhaps she was very confident that she could escape unscathed.

"Never mind, let's go."

"Miss, I'll be your driver. It's very dangerous here. I'm worried that someone might chase us..."

Lin Xinran raised her hand and waved, interrupting him before he finished speaking: "No, I'll drive myself."

She has been waiting for the opportunity to drive recklessly, and now that the chance has finally come, how could she give it to someone else?

And what if someone pursues her?

Her driving skills are not fake either.

Their purpose was to follow Lin Xinran's arrangements. Since Lin Xinran had already said so, they did not insist and returned to their car.

Lin Xinran sat back in the driving seat of the sports car, closed the convertible, and started the car quickly.

I don’t know if Lin Xinran is too lucky tonight or if it is really not suitable for her to go out tonight.

The route she was driving was already far away from the direction where the gunshots had just been heard, but she still ran into them.

From a distance, you can see a pure black Bugatti driving fast, followed by one sports car after another. Through the car window, you can vaguely see someone holding a gun, as if he is aiming at the pure black Bugatti.

"Tsk... what a bad fate."

Lin Xinran frowned, muttered softly, turned the steering wheel quickly, and the car drifted quickly in the middle of the road.

A tire arc was left on the road.

Unexpectedly, the pure black Bugatti suddenly drifted and then followed directly behind Lin Xinran.

Lin Xinran looked through the rearview mirror at the Bugatti that was chasing him closely. When he saw the familiar face in the driver's seat, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes. He curled his lips, puffed out his cheeks, and stepped on the accelerator hard, as if to throw him off.

Unexpectedly, Karl behind her seemed to have guessed that she would do this, and he also stepped on the accelerator, and the distance between them quickly shortened.

The people who were originally chasing the pure black Bugatti behind him also began to chase in the direction of Lin Xinran.

“…You’re crazy.”

She was so angry that she laughed.

Did something go wrong?

She was just an innocent passerby.

You guys can chase her if you want, but why are you still chasing her? She doesn’t know anything.

In one of the convoys that were chasing after him, the person in one of the sports cars was looking at the license plate of the car driven by Lin Xinran with a telescope, and he looked very puzzled: "Where did this guy come from? This car is not his. Could it be that they are in the same group? Is this guy his rescuer?"

The driver casually took a puff of his cigarette, stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel quickly: "It's possible. Everyone knows that Karl has always been cunning. This time, it may be the reinforcements he arranged in advance. There is no need to show mercy and catch them together."

If Lin Xinran knew that they were talking about this in the car, she would definitely not be able to control herself and kick them one by one.

The only people who are worthy of her coming as a rescuer are, first, her relatives, second, her man, and third, her friends. What’s that Carl?

She is not worthy of being rescued.

But those people had no idea. After all, in their eyes, Lin Xinran and Karl were in the same group.

Carl drove his car closer to Lin Xinran, a sly smile appeared on his lips, then he opened the driver's door, and when Lin Xinran's car was closest to his car, he jumped directly into Lin Xinran's car.

Lin Xinran's pupils shrank suddenly, and a word emerged in her mind:

madman.

It's crazy, so crazy.