The fire truck drove out of the city, along the main road, and headed east.

The fire alarm in their ears gradually faded away, and the four people on the fire truck finally let go of their heavy hearts.

"Huh... I finally escaped..."

"Damn, I thought we would be buried alive in it..."

"I fucking think so too!"

"Fortunately there is no..."

Franklin and Rick couldn't help but sigh at the thrilling experience they just experienced.

Michael, who was sweating profusely after taking off his helmet visor, reminded him loudly:

"Okay, before we go to the evacuation point, we have to change our clothes. A nationwide announcement will be issued soon to search for a group of suspicious firefighters. We can't still wear these clothes then."

"When we get to the car, Rick, you will be responsible for handling the fire truck and fire-proof suits. Michael, Xiaofu, I, and I will take the things to Lester and call us if there is anything."

"receive!"

Driving the fire truck to the predetermined evacuation point, Lu Qi, Michael and Xiao Fu, who had already changed into their own clothes, quickly got out of the car.

Through the window of the fire truck, Lu Qi said to the black man in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel:

"Hey, Rick, you did a good job. I will deposit the dividends from this job into your account."

"Okay, I'm leaving first."

As he watched the fire truck leave, Lu Qi heard Michael sitting in the getaway car saying, "Okay, it's time for us to leave before the cops and FIB find us..."

The three drove to Murrieta Heights and arrived at Lester's home.

Even Lester, who planned the whole plan, was a little surprised that the three of them could come back safe and sound.

However, the four of them soon forgot about it and excitedly celebrated the feat of jointly defeating the heavily guarded ZF facility.

...

Helping the FIB complete its last mission, it was a peaceful day. Not a few days later, Lu Qi received bad news again.

And this time, it’s not the fucking FIB, but his VIP client, Solomon Richard!

When he heard Rick say on the phone that Rocco and his two younger brothers were going to find trouble with Solomon, Lu Qi immediately took the car keys and drove towards the studio without saying a word.

When Lu Qi rushed to the studio, he happened to encounter Roko and his younger brother beating Mr. Solomon.

Is this okay?!

"Hey! Stop it!"

A shout made Luo Ke look back and saw that it was Lu Qi, the evil god who had beaten him black and blue. He was startled and immediately called his younger brother to retreat.

Before escaping, he did not forget to raise an international friendly gesture to Lu Qi, who was rushing towards him, and cursed loudly:

"Fuck you!"

"We have signed a contract, and we will not give up just like this!"

He sputtered harsh words, but he opened the car door very honestly with his body, got into a red car, and fled like an antelope after seeing a tiger.

Watching the car drive away, Lu Qi helped the trembling old man up and asked with concern: "Solomon, are you okay?"

"There's still a little bit left..."

While holding his abdomen and breathing heavily, Solomon seemed to be holding on.

"Fortunately you came, otherwise, my old bones might not have fallen on the threesome's big bed, but in the hands of these little gangsters..."

After taking a rest and breathing steadily, the white-haired Solomon said angrily to Lu Qi:

"Alex, please, go beat up those Gen Y bastards!"

Hearing this, Lu Qi nodded seriously and said in a deep voice:

"Don't worry, I will."

...

The night is getting darker, and it's early morning in Los Santos, like a good girl who is about to fall asleep, lying on the bed, waiting for the moment to reach sleep.

However, in some places, the early hours of the morning are the beginning of the carnival!

Located in a private underground club in East Los Santos, surging electronic music filled the entire space.

The smell of alcohol and sweat permeated the air, giving it an inexplicable allure.

On the dance floor, men and women were all swaying their bodies to the rhythm of the music, trying to shake out the souls in their bodies.

In front of the bar, Rocko, wearing a purple T-shirt, was bragging to his younger brother while holding a glass of whiskey on the rocks:

"Have you seen what that Asian guy looks like today? Hahaha, can't he fight? If you dare to catch up, I will kill him with one shot!"

Hearing this, a boy who was leaning against the bar kept looking towards the beautiful woman on the dance floor, and he did not forget to compliment her:

"Yes, yes, he must be afraid of you, boss, so he doesn't dare to catch up...

It was clearly Luo Ke who was frightened by Lu Qi and ran away quickly, but in his own words, it became the version that he was so frightened that Lu Qi did not dare to catch up.

I have to say that some people are really overconfident.

Rocco, who was already half drunk, obviously did not hear the perfunctory tone in his younger brother's tone, but continued to talk to himself:

"Today is just to show off that stinky old man who doesn't understand current affairs. Another day, we will get Milton's contract settled...and that damn Asian guy! I'm going to arrest him and make him behave.

Kneel down in front of me and lick my shoes clean!"

Listening to Roko's bragging, even though he knew it was impossible, this boy still shouted "666" very cleverly.

"Boss is awesome! Kill that Asian guy!"

"well said!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Rocco poured the whiskey in the glass down his throat again.

Perhaps it was due to the various drinks churning in his stomach, Rocco suddenly felt a nausea, which reached his throat in an instant.

"vomit..."

Resisting the urge to vomit, Luo Ke raised his hand and said to the boy beside him:

"Wait for me here while I go to the bathroom..."

After that, he walked towards the bathroom in the corner with shaky steps...

Pushing open the bathroom door, Rocco covered his mouth, glanced at the entire bathroom, and found that there was no one in the innermost stall!

He didn't think too much and walked quickly into the cubicle without even closing the door. He just held the partition and faced the toilet while vomiting violently.

"Ugh... ugh..."

The sound of music coming from outside the door somewhat covered up the nauseating sounds of vomiting.

Just when Roko was holding the toilet and about to spit out the bile, he suddenly felt his eyes go dark and a shadow was reflected on the wall.

Roko was in a daze, thinking that the other party was also a fellow who came to vomit. He did not look back, but said casually:

"If you want to puke, go somewhere else!"

However, the other party did not answer, but stood quietly behind him.

Roko became a little angry, turned his head and spit out the fragrance:

"What the fuck do you want..."

I just turned my head, but I only saw a familiar face and the dark muzzle of the gun!

"yes..."

Before he finished speaking, there was only a low "pop" sound, and a hot bullet passed through the center of Loko's eyebrows, killing him directly.

Shocked! Unbelievable! Horrified!
Chapter completed!