Pastor of Tomorrow's Ark

It can only be said that Bai Ye and Texas were chasing too hard, and the red sports car changed lanes several times but did not get rid of them.

"'Baby', you are our best driver, you must throw them away!" The team leader shouted eagerly.

"Motorcycle, it's a bit difficult...I'll try my best."

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"They turned, let's follow!"

Bai Ye quickly passed through the traffic, leaving behind those cars, trucks and buses that kept honking their horns and flashing their lights.

"They were on small roads, and the drivers were not bad at driving."

Bai Ye watched the red sports car drifting to the right, and also chased after it.

On the streets of Londinium, the unknown chase began.The sound of the roaring engine and the friction of the tires gathered together, adding some color to this already lively city that never sleeps.

The origin stone engine motorcycle Sister Nicole found is very good, and its flexibility on the street is stronger than that of the red sports car, so even if "Baby" speeds up, he can't get rid of Bai Ye and the others.

It's not the performance of the car that limits the speed of a red sports car, but the conditions of the road.

Even at around eight o'clock in the evening, the streets of Lentinium are still a bit crowded, and the red sports car cannot exert its full speed on such urban roads.

"Do you want to fire?"

A hook-nosed man in the back seat pulled out a pistol and two crossbows from under the seat.

"Fire? Don't be stupid... This is tantamount to telling Scotland Yard that we are here, come and surround us!" The captain shook his head, and then said, "Our people, are you in touch?"

"All the staff are here, and the leader expressed that he attaches great importance to this mission."

"Very well, there are not many of them, only four, lead them to our stronghold and kill them!"

While speaking, the team leader looked at the two motorcycles that were chasing after him in the rearview mirror, with a ferocious smile on his face:

"Chase, keep chasing..."

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"Where am I?"

Kong woke up from the coma, and she only felt a throbbing pain in her temples, as if she had had a nightmare before.

"Can't move? Something is blindfolded, damn it..."

The girl opened her eyes but saw only darkness. She wanted to reach out but suddenly found that her hands were tied behind her back.

"It's so boring... woo woo woo..."

The girl kept twisting her body, but she seemed like a butterfly trapped in a spider web, every struggle would only sink herself deeper.

"I remember...Handkerchief...Have I been kidnapped?"

The girl soon felt tired, and the shortness of breath and lack of oxygen made her a little dizzy, so she stopped slowly and stopped moving.

Closing her eyes, the girl began to recall what happened before - the concert, the empty dressing room, and the last handkerchief covering her face.

Stringing all the clues together, Sora quickly got the answer.

I am afraid that I have really been kidnapped.

"Who can help me……"

Although the hope was slim, Sora still prayed... The girl didn't know what she was going to face, and she didn't dare to think about it.

She just prayed silently.

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Archives: Inquiry into crazy motorcyclists at night

At [-] o'clock in the evening for three days, many people witnessed two motorcycles passing through the streets near the central square in the upper town of Londinium at extremely high speed.

The author was fortunate to be able to interview the motorcycle racing team "Wildfire Boys" who happened to be repairing on the side of the road at that time.

According to the author's understanding, "wild fire" often competes with other teams in the middle of the night, and the team captain is also a first-class motorcycle racer in Londinium.

The captain, who dyed his hair green, attempted to give chase after seeing the motorbike passing at high speed.

Captain: I lost to two Mustang motorcycles that night. They used inertia to drift through the corners, and their cars were very fast.

I just saw a penguin on the sleeve of the first motorcycle rider, you know, if you know who she is, please tell her, I will be at Champagne Avenue at twelve o'clock on Saturday night wait for her.

PS1: All the plots in this chapter are purely fictitious.Dangerous action, special effects shooting, please do not imitate.

PS2: Daily push song: Smoke and sand in half the city - Xu Song

PS3: I will go back to my hometown to visit the grave tomorrow, I will try my best to update it, so, good night, sweet dreams, I will drive on the highway tomorrow.Since I finished my driver's license test, my father has been too lazy to drive.

Chapter 85 Chapter 33 Rust Belt Area (4000 words)

(I saw in the interim post that the explosion would cause infection, I’m afraid I haven’t seen Quantum Two kicks—in fact, I haven’t seen it either)

Moriarty, former professor of Mathematics Department of Londinium University, philosopher, author of academic research results "Origin Stone Technology and Celestial Mechanics".

However, this is only a superficial disguise for Professor Moritia. In fact, he is the head of a Victorian criminal organization.In Londinium, Professor Moritia created his own criminal empire.

More than 100 years ago, a natural disaster was about to befall Londinium.Professor Moritia tried to destroy the power system of the mobile city to achieve the purpose of destroying the city by natural disasters.

"The dark clouds over Londinium are hiding a lot, it's time for a reshuffle..."

In order to stop the professor's crazy behavior, the well-known Victorian detective Juan Fu had a duel with Professor Moritia on the edge of the moving city. In the end, both of them fell into the moving city that was driving at high speed.

The death of the criminal emperor also represents the collapse and collapse of the criminal empire he personally established.

No, it can't be said exactly.

There are still a small number of people who survived, hiding in the deepest darkness of Londinium, waiting for a new opportunity.

This is not a gray organization like the Londinium street gangs, but a completely black field.

Robbery, theft, kidnapping, deception... They are still doing these businesses today...

Today, more than 100 years later, a young man who claims to be the grandson of Professor Moritia has regained the authority of the organization and developed many new "businesses".

The establishment of the mobile city network has brought new opportunities for the business expansion of the criminal empire.

They are now not only committing crimes, but also trafficking in crimes.

To be precise, they will take on some commissions or dirty work that are not on the table in addition to their own crimes.

"It's all doing bad things anyway, and we don't mind making extra money when we do bad things."

There are many dirty jobs that are not on the table. For example, this time, an idol in a certain Longmen Music Company paid a lot of money to ask the organization to kidnap another idol of the company.

They have taken this kind of work many times, but this time, the leader of the organization attaches great importance to it.

Because this concert can be seen as an exchange between Longmen and Victoria.The Lentinium royal family's control over Victoria is declining, and the huge Victoria is splitting.

Reaching closer cooperation with Longmen may ease the current situation.

This is what criminal organizations do not want to see. A chaotic Victoria is a good Victoria for them.

Longmen's popular idol was kidnapped at the Lentinium concert, and then appeared in an overseas underground slave market. This is a huge scandal.

Even with the criminal empire in decline, the fledgling organization has inherited part of the legacy.

In the study room of the main building of a luxurious aristocratic manor in the upper city of Londinium, a butler stood respectfully beside a young man and said softly:

"Master, they had some accidents."

The young man known as the young master is Moritia's only grandson, Andrew Moritia.

Although Andrew has only seen his grandfather in portraits, he has indeed inherited his grandfather's intelligence, ambition, um, and charisma.

Andrew was sitting in front of the desk. In the dim study room, there was only one candle lamp flickering on and off.

"Trouble...what do you mean?"

Andrew picked up the coffee on the side and took a sip, then looked at his old housekeeper.

"They've been targeted, but there aren't many of them, so they're leading those people to the Eagle's Nest now."

"This is not a smart choice, but it will expose the location of Eagle's Nest..."

Andrew's face became flickering under the light of the candle, he thought for a while, and finally said:

"First deal with the stalker at the Eagle's Nest, and then move the location of the Eagle's Nest. Fore, you go to the Eagle's Nest now."

"The young master attaches great importance to trackers?"

"No, it's just in case. Back then, my grandfather had countless strong people, but now, we only have you... The empire has fallen..."

Andrew Moritia slowly sat up from the chair, walked to the wall and stood still.

On the wall is an oil painting of Professor Moritia.

"Master, this old man is going to Eagle's Nest."

The housekeeper saluted slowly, and then slowly exited the study. Before leaving, he said:

"Master, he will be proud of you."

Butler Fowle walked out of the manor slowly. Even with gray hair, the old man's back was still straight.

In black butler clothes and white gloves, the old butler was meticulously dressed.

Opening the black limousine parked at the gate of the manor, the butler drove the car out of the manor and gradually disappeared into the night.

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"Need to contact Scotland Yard?"

Angel Neng lay behind Bai Ye's back, his hands tightly wrapped around the boy's waist.

Bai Ye and Texas drove their motorcycles closely following the empty red sports car through the streets of Londinium.

"... maybe we should use Penguin Logistics' own methods to solve it. I don't believe in Scotland Yard."

Bai Ye followed the red sports car and turned right at the next intersection. If he continued like this, he would be able to catch up with the sports car in another 10 minutes.

"This is Victoria, not the land of some penguin empire!"