Marvel Spy

The first time the cigar entered the underground garage, there was no explosion, but Zhang Xin didn't panic.

The ignition point of gasoline itself is very high, and it will be easier to burn and explode only after a large amount of volatilization and contact with the surrounding dust and oxidation.

The same principle applies to natural gas.

The garage is quite large, and it will take a little time for the gasoline to evaporate enough to burn and explode.

With this in mind, he stepped on the accelerator and drove the red sports car out of the underground garage.

The moment he rushed out, there was a violent gunshot, and the bullets rained down on the sports car. He lowered his body and drove forward almost from memory.

He even heard the sound of the grenade falling to the ground, which made the hairs on his body fly.

Boom!

A violent explosion occurred, and Zhang Xin felt a great tremor, and he even felt that the car body was pushed violently forward for a short distance.

He raised his head subconsciously, and saw that the bodyguards who were shooting just now were all shaking violently, and some even fell directly to the ground.

The next moment he felt a small explosion. Only then did he realize that it was not a grenade that exploded, but an underground garage. His brow was sweating. After all, gasoline evaporates faster than he imagined. If he was a little slower A little bit, and he might have blown himself up.

Inside the house, a bodyguard was bandaging Zheng Zhicheng's wound. Under the sudden explosion, the bodyguard accidentally touched Zheng Zhicheng's leg, and he kicked the bodyguard over with his good foot in pain.

"What's going on? What happened again?"

The power of this explosion was obviously much stronger than any grenade explosion, and Zheng Zhicheng felt his heart tremble.

The bodyguard who was kicked by him looked ugly, and suddenly he showed a gloating expression: "It should be that the underground garage exploded, the power of this explosion... your car must be gone..."

"No, it's impossible." Zheng Zhicheng pinched his temple in pain.

It's over, it's over, those are his cars.

Soon Kimberly turned in from the window: "The garage exploded, and a fire broke out in the tool room connected to it. The fire will soon spread. This house cannot stay."

Zheng Zhicheng subconsciously shouted: "Where is my Shelley? Is she okay?"

Kimberly said: "Sherry? Oh, you mean that red sports car? It was driven away by the attackers."

"Asshole, they ruined so many sports cars of mine and took my Shelley away. I can't stop talking to them."

Rumble!

Another violent explosion sounded, and even in the house, they felt a deadly heat wave. Zheng Zhicheng opened his eyes in horror.

Zheng Zhicheng shouted in panic: "What's wrong?"

Kimberly: "What happened? What happened again?"

The bodyguard outside shouted loudly: "The gas in the kitchen exploded..."

The explosion was still going on, so his voice seemed distorted.

Zheng Zhicheng wanted to say something, but he felt someone grabbed his arms from the left and right sides, and dragged him roughly out of the house. There was thick smoke billowing outside, and there was no vision at all.

My home is gone, he thought, almost losing his ability to think.

He was dragged up to the second floor and into his bedroom. The three Yangma inside were no longer there, having apparently jumped out of the window and escaped from the back.

He was roughly pressed against the safe by Kimberly, and then the guy said callously: "Open it!"

Zheng Zhicheng felt extreme terror, not only from the attackers, but also from Kimberly and others.

Although they were trash in front of the attackers, they were no less than devils in front of him.

The problem is that in a foreign country, what else can he rely on besides money and the devil driven by money?

Am I doing something wrong?

His brief hesitation aroused Kimberly's dissatisfaction, and the latter slapped him on the face mercilessly: "Hurry up, or I will stuff the barrel of the gun into your mouth."

Kimberly's submachine gun