After Su Wen's schedule, Mu Su returned to the game with ease.

There is still a short time before Smith comes out.

"Damn it, there are policemen coming." Smith suddenly heard from the walkie-talkie.

Rohard and Slake looked at the rearview mirror at the same time, and a police motorcycle parked behind Smith's car and turned off the engine and got out.

Smith quickly rolled up the car window, hid the intercom and whistled, looking at the scenery.

Bang bang—

The police officer patted the window and signaled Smith to lower the window. The latter looked surprised when he saw him, and rolled down the window and showed a sign with a smile.

"Hi Officer, the weather is so good today!"

The white police officer quietly pressed his palm on the holster at his waist: "Show your driver's license."

"Of course." Smith stiffened for a moment, and his smile continued to turn around and searched in the carriage.

"Rise your hand!"

The white police officer suddenly shouted, pulling out his gun and pointing it at Smith.

"Damn it, Smith is being targeted!" Slake cursed and looked up the recording studio steps. The two bodyguards were looking over with caution.

"Smith is gone, we can't be exposed." Slake obviously didn't want to accompany Smith at all, urging Rohard to roll up the window, huddled under the backrest and stared at the rearview mirror.

"Hey! Hey! I did nothing!" Smith quickly raised his hands.

"Take your driver's license!"

"Okay, I'll take it now-" Smith stared at the gun nervously, trying to slowly put down his hand.

"What are you going to do! Hold your hands up!" The white police officer pressed his fingers on the trigger

"Okay, I'll raise it!" Smith raised his hand again in fear. "Put that damn gun away!"

"Where is your driver's license!"

"I'm taking it! You're ready!" Smith's mind was full of black guns. He almost forgot that he didn't get his driver's license and that he was stealing the car. He made the white police officer's eyes slide down with his palms, just like staring at him

The audience holding the magician's hands.

Then--

"Damn it! Lift your hands up!" the white police officer screamed in panic.

"Are you serious nigger?"

Smith looked like he saw a ghost and gave in and said, "Okay, I didn't bring that damn driver's license!"

"Get out of the car, raise your hand and don't put it down, so that I can see your hand!"

"I just forgot to bring the police officer, be careful I will sue you for racism." Smith cursed and got out of the car, lying on the car with his hands raised, and his legs spread out skillfully.

The white police officer rudely checked Smith. Meanwhile, the bodyguard at the door of the recording studio looked at each other and picked up the intercom. "Boss, there is a guy who looks very much like the one you said to appear."

"Where is he?" A hoarse voice came from the intercom.

"Uh...is being searched by the police."

The other side of the intercom was silent: "Keep attention to him, but don't stare at him... If he doesn't pay special attention to you, you don't have to worry."

Obviously, Fake Smith's team has always been paying attention to Smith. And more than a decade of peace and Smith's "profession" make them take it as a coincidence.

"Okay boss."

The bodyguard put away the walkie-talkie and continued to watch the fun.

The white police officer handcuffed Smith, who was constantly speaking slang and swearing, suddenly noticed that there was an old muscle car in front, and there was a figure in the cab, and he walked down his arm holding a gun.

Knock--

White police officer knocks on the car window.

Rohard turned his head and rolled down the car window silently.

"Hello sir." The white police officer was obviously relieved, and glanced into the car while retracting the holster, not noticing Slake, who was huddling in the co-pilot.

"A cool car, please show your driver's license."

The selection box that had been silent for a long time finally emerged.

【Tell the police officer that I forgot to bring it】

【Tell the police officer that he and the black man behind him are in the same group】

【Survey the officer's holster and find a way to snatch it and stuff it into his butt】

Rohard's true thoughts are a bit strange...

6:1:1. Without Mu Su's leadership, his friends were defeated and even had rebels and surrenders to the enemy.

"I forgot to bring it."

Too straightforward...Transparent Bridge regrets being taciturn. Unexpectedly, the police officer doesn't seem to mind this at all.

"It's okay, remember to bring it with you next time."

The white police officer, who was easy to talk, seemed to be different from the one who was facing Smith just now.

"I wish you a happy day."

The white man warned and nodded his head and said goodbye, grabbed the intercom and called his companions to turn around, and happened to see Smith who had just pried out his handcuffs.

With a curse, the white police officer reached out to touch the gun holster.

Smith had had too many dealings with the Los Angeles police officers, and knew that these guys really dared to shoot at the niggers. He didn't want to rush over and knock down the white police officer, and got up in a hurry to escape.

A hand suddenly grabbed his ankle, and Smith fell again and wrestled with the white police officer who was climbing up in the street.

Didi-

The cars passing by slowed down and stopped, and passers-by looked here in shock.

"Go and help!"

Slake anxiously pushed Rohard, as for him? He was just a pitiful, helpless and weak lame nigger.

Click—

Rohadmay got out of the car, picked up the gun at his feet and walked to the street.

The option emerged among the two he approached the scuffle.

【Shooting Smith】

【Shooting the police officer】

【Dragon Angelica Sea, with gun Angelica butt】

Mu Su undoubtedly chose option three. This time it has nothing to do with the bad taste, but he just simply thinks that this is a beautiful text.

The result was 1:4:4, Mu Su won halfway.

Transparent Bridge won the other half, but she was the biggest loser - if Cen Yingying was smarter, they would not have seen a bad scene.

Anyway, the option went dark, and half of the players watched in pain as Rohard knocked the trigger cleanly at the white police officer crawling on Smith.

Bang--

The gunshots echoed in the blocks, passers-by screamed and fled. The driver, who was already impatiently pressing the horn, also stepped on the accelerator in fear and bypassed the middle of the road.

Smith pushed away the body pressing against her body and looked at Rohard in shock: "You actually killed the police..."

In the chaos, only Rohard took off the white police officer's pants expressionlessly and put the gun where it should be.

Smith looked like a madman and was about to get up when he suddenly looked down at his chest.

The shirt's chest was stained with blood.

"I was shot..." Smith said to Rohard in despair, covering his chest with a look of pain. "Can I... believe you..."

【"It's better not."】

【"Can."】

["You are almost dead, let me stuff the gun into your butt."]

Option 2 wins.

"Yes." Rohard spoke.

"Help me solve the fake Smith...I don't want to see someone pushing me again..." Smith's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally fell back into the pool of blood, and his chest stopped rising and falling.

Rohard pulled out his gun with a "pop~", turned around and walked to the side of the road, and stepped onto the recording studio steps.

Transparent Bridge then keenly noticed the blurred background behind Rohard. A corpse was raised from the ground and tiptoed back to the muscle car.

Smith is not dead?
Chapter completed!