055 Why do you pretend you're just an ordinary person?

The whole 91 street has been blocked, very weird quiet.

The blonde man watched the video as the lengthened black car galloped away.

The girl on the roof had a clear attitude. She held the roof in one hand and the communication watch in the other.

Before he could see it, the black car had disappeared into view.

He pushed the door off and stared at the two tires in front of the car.

Two playing cards, deep into them.

The tires burst long ago, but the playing cards were unscathed.

The blonde man bent over slightly, stretched out the playing cards, two Hearts A.

His eyes sank, his other hand put on the communicator in his ear, and lowered his voice. "The action failed and he went over to you. My track was cut halfway, and you paid attention."

The communicator didn't know what to say. The blonde man had a sneer in the corner of his mouth.

"Two playing cards," he lowered his eyes, his face particularly gloomy, "the tires burst, such strength and explosive force, if replaced with a dagger, y