Rousseau once said: The most blind obedience is the only virtue of slaves.

Buck didn't know this kind of literary truth. He had just experienced his experience in Eastern Europe and Central Asia. In the vast land of some chaos and power, he had long seen countless town tycoons who were almost dictatorial. In that independent space, it was the king and God. In fact, it was all because of the long-term chaos. The people were really tired of an unstable life and brought some peace to seek protection for this powerful style. However, most of the situations he had seen before would turn to higher levels after getting used to peace. Here, because the entire island has been in a mess, and under the control of power for decades, the people still felt that it was much better than the surroundings, so they still enjoyed maintaining it.

When he pushed open the door of the imprisonment room, he was still in a state of ignorance. Buck carried the guns in his hands behind him and took a big step forward. The key point was to not be scammers and walk out with confidence.

From the moment he was handcuffed in, Buck silently remembered the entire terrain. In the past ten hours of sitting quietly at the wall, he simulated the reverse route clearly in his mind. Therefore, in front of a row of bungalows in the interrogation room, the toilet of the solitary confinement room, through the small yard, another row of bungalows blocked the door, and there was barbed wire on the walls on both sides. In a state of no way to judge whether there was electricity, it was the most reliable to pass through the police reception room office openly. When I opened the door, the wooden floor made a crisp squeeze sound. In the early morning, the atmosphere was as cool as water, and Buck was brought in. In the bright hall, two policemen were sleeping on the reception bench. There were two people behind the reception desk at one end of the hall, one was covered in a coat and was snoring. Only one even looked up at him with a hood tilted to the side.

The policeman on duty who was yawning for a long time glanced at him. Maybe he hadn't yet contacted what happened to the person in the early morning. Buck had already seen the man in black outside the glass door of the police station boarding a vehicle without any police mark. He was about to start with a few companions when explosive cheers came out of the imprisonment room seven or eight meters away behind him!

Buck rolled his eyes a little. If he really wanted to escape, the best choice was to go out silently at this time. I can only say how much the suppressed emotions of these people have rebounded under this set of rules. He couldn't help but speed up his steps. The two policemen who jumped from behind the reception desk were stunned for a moment and turned their heads to the passage of the imprisonment room, because the little man had already rushed out like a gust of wind, and the noise of footsteps immediately following behind wouldn't have seen Buck!

It was the vehicle of the man in black outside that saved the life of the police officer at the reception desk. According to Buck's plan, he would have snatched the keys of the police car hanging next to the reception desk!

Now, turning to the police station's man in black and the off-road vehicle that had just started, which had not had time to start, made Buck change his target.

The unconcealed toughness and ferocity on his face immediately aroused the reaction of the man in black outside. One of the people who were smoking pulled a shotgun from the passenger seat, while the other two were pulling the gun from their waists: "Stop!"

Buck's left hand had already inserted the pistol into his back waist, and the 1911 pistol in his right hand was exactly as the details of the quick pull shooting technique that Buck participated in the compilation. It was exposed and the gun head was suddenly fired on his waist. The dazzling fire flashed on his jeans and shirt. The first person five or six meters away was almost knocked over by the .45-caliber bullet. Buck also rolled in the open space in front of the police station with this action, and the pistol was stably held by both hands and bang bang bang bang bang bang bang continuously!

The man in black who was holding a shotgun had not even corrected his gun. Perhaps the talkers who claimed to be the Evil Dog Death Squad were just aimed at civilians. When they really encountered a ruthless character... they could only be shot in panic and helpless!

When Buck was half kneeling, he heard a mess in the police station behind him, with the sound of smashing, the sound of glass breaking, the sound of alarm ringing, the sound of shouting and scolding was chaotic, and he sneered silently, picked up the shotgun and pulled the door of the white guard off-road vehicle that had been of at least twenty years, jumped into the driver's seat. At the last moment, the little man might be too familiar with the vehicle that had arrested him many times. He pulled the tailgate of the car and jumped into the cage that was closed to breathe: "Take me with me!"

Buck argued without stopping. He stepped on the accelerator under his feet. Although the shock absorption was hard and a bit shaky, the guard off-road vehicle, which was as solid as a tractor, immediately rushed out of the street in the early morning, leaving only the prisoners who rushed out of the police station and ran around in a mess on the streets and rushed into the city where the sky had just turned pale. A few of them had a little brain, indeed, snatched the keys of the police car behind the counter. They could always run farther when they drove the police car to escape.

Even Buck has previewed how to turn the street and choose the road countless times. At this moment, there was basically no one on the street. He kept it at a speed of 40 kilometers and was not in a hurry. This made the white guards meet the same white off-road vehicle several times during the next ten kilometers of the city, and they passed by quickly. Even if the walkie-phone on the center console was already in trouble, Buck, who could only understand some English, understood that the man in black and the police were now mobilized and asked to go to the police station where the riots had immediately been supported.

When he was crossing other cars for the first time, the little man was immediately scared and lay in the narrow cage. But Buck greeted him: "Don't you think it's the most normal for you to be locked in like this?" He also boldly reached out to the window to point the direction, but used this action to cover his face. The other party's headlights shone brightly across the carriage, and he could vaguely see the figure of the little man hunching with his waist and trembling. He just responded in a hurry and rushed towards the police station.

Even if you run away, you must not panic. You don’t think you are running away, so others won’t doubt it.

This is what Buck, who has experienced many escapes, thinks the essence of himself.

Finally, near the northern suburbs of the city, there was a large slum-like low shanty town outside. Buck stopped the car and drove people: "Let's go! Get out..."

But the little man grabbed the cage from behind: "Mr. Master, take me with you and take me out of here!"

The first time Buck, who was respected in English, wanted to laugh, but he restarted the vehicle without saying a word: "I'm going to the western mountainous area, do you dare to go?"

The little man opened his mouth in surprise: "Ah? Many of my goods are from Sinhara, and I am only familiar with Sinhara!"

Buck, who has studied the map, nodded: "From the state capital to the last government-controlled market town in the western mountainous area, then... then you are responsible for taking me there."

The little man stressed: "I want to leave here and leave this damn place! Be your servant all the time!"

Buck smiled: "Damn the place? Don't so many people think that the public security here is good, the scenery is pleasant, and there is peace and peace everywhere?"

The little man gritted his teeth: "Fake it! It's all fake! If not, why has the mayor and his family become the mayors for three generations! When they got married, the President's father came to be guests, and they always occupied the place! If they don't make a fake look, how can they keep dominating?"

Buck laughed again. It seems that these tricks are similar to Eastern Europe, Central Asia, and Southeast Asia!
Chapter completed!