Great Single Player of the Heavens

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

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

"Huh... finally escaped..."

"Damn, I thought we'd be buried alive in there..."

"I fucking think so too!"

"Fortunately no..."

Franklin and Rick couldn't help sighing at the thrilling experience just now.

Taking off the helmet mask, Michel, who was dripping with sweat, reminded aloud:

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

"When we get to the car, Rick, you are in charge of handling the fire engine and fire protection suits. Michael, Xiaofu, I, and I will bring the things to Lester, and call if there is anything to do."

"receive!"

Driving the fire engine, they arrived at the scheduled evacuation point. Lu Qi, Mai Ke, and Xiao Fu, who had already changed back into their clothes, quickly got out of the car.

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

"Hey, Rick, you've done a good job. I'll deposit the dividends from this errand into your account."

"Okay, I'll go first."

Watching the fire truck leave, Lu Qi heard Michael sitting in the getaway car, saying: "Okay, we should go too, before the police and the FIB find us..."

The three drove to Murrieta Heights and came to Lester's house.

Even Leicester, 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, celebrating excitedly for the feat of jointly taking down the heavily guarded ZF facility.

. . .

Helping FIB complete the last task, the peaceful days, 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!

Hearing Rick on the phone saying that Loko and his two younger brothers were going to trouble 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 meet Loko and his younger brother, beating up Mr. Solomon.

Is this worth it? !

"Hey! Stop it!"

With a loud shout, Loko couldn't help but look back, and saw that it was Lu Qi, the evil god who had beaten him black and blue. He was shocked and immediately called his younger brother to retreat.

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

"Fuck you!"

"We signed the contract, we won't let it go like this!"

He was spitting harsh words, but his body opened the car door very honestly, got into a red car, and fled in a hurry like an antelope seeing a tiger.

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

"It's just a little bit..."

While clutching his belly and panting heavily, Solomon seemed to be holding on.

"It's a good thing you're here, otherwise, my old bones might not have been planted on the 3P's big bed, but in the hands of these little bastards..."

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

"Alex, please, go and beat up those Generation Y bastards!"

Hearing this, Lu Qi nodded with a serious face, and said in a deep voice:

"Don't worry, I will."

. . .

The night is getting darker, stepping into Los Santos in the early morning, like a good girl who is about to fall asleep,

Lying in bed, waiting for the moment to reach dreamland.

However, in some places, in the wee hours of the morning, it is the prologue to the carnival!

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

The smell of alcohol and sweat permeated the air, and there was a faint inexplicable charm.

On the dance floor, men and women are swaying their bodies to their heart's content in the rhythm of the music, trying to shake the soul out of their bodies.

In front of the bar, Rocco, wearing a purple T-shirt, was holding a glass of whiskey with ice while bragging to his younger brother:

"Have you seen what that Asian guy looks like today? Hahaha, can't he fight? If he dares to catch up, I'll shoot him down!"

Hearing this, a boy leaning on the bar, his eyes kept drifting to the beautiful woman on the dance floor, and he did not forget to praise:

"Yes, yes, he must be afraid of you, boss, so he dare not catch up...

Obviously it was Luo Ke who was scared by Lu Qi and ran away quickly, but in his own mouth, it became the version that he was so scared that Lu Qi dared not catch up.

I have to say that some people are really overconfident.

Loko, who was already half drunk, obviously didn't hear the perfunctory in the younger brother's tone, but continued to say to himself:

"Today is just to show that old man who doesn't know the time. Another day, we'll go and get Milton's contract settled... and that damn Asian guy! I'm going to arrest him and make him behave Kneel down before me and lick my shoes clean!"

Listening to Loko bragging, even though he knew it was impossible, this little guy still yelled "666" very cleverly

"Big boss! Fuck that Asian guy to death!"

"well said!"

As soon as the words fell, Loko poured the whiskey in the glass down his throat again.

Perhaps it was all kinds of wine churning in his stomach, and Loko suddenly felt a nausea, which reached his throat in an instant.

"vomit..."

Resisting the urge to vomit, Loko raised his hand and said to the little brother beside him:

"You wait for me here, I'll go to the bathroom..."

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

Pushing open the bathroom door, Loko covered his mouth and glanced at the entire bathroom, only to find that the innermost compartment was empty!

He didn't think too much, walked into the cubicle quickly, didn't even close the door, leaned on the partition, faced the toilet, and vomited wildly.

"Ugh...vomit..."

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

Just when Loko was leaning on the toilet and was about to spit out all the bile, he suddenly felt black in front of his eyes, and a shadow was reflected on the wall.

The dazed Loko thought that the other party was also a fellow who came to find a place to vomit, so he didn't look back, but said casually:

"I want to vomit and find another place to go!"

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

Loko was a little angry, and turned his head while exhaling fragrance:

"You fucking want to..."

Just turned his head, but only saw a familiar face and a black muzzle!

"Yes..."

Before the words fell, there was only a low sound of "poof", a hot bullet passed through the center of Loko's eyebrows, and shot him directly.

Shock! incredible! fear!

These are all the last expressions left on Loko's face...