My American magical life
Chapter 652 - 652 112 Rainy Night Car Gun_4

652: Chapter 112 Rainy Night, Car, Gun_4 652: Chapter 112 Rainy Night, Car, Gun_4 CEO Cheng spoke extremely fast, and he also turned on his mobile phone to send Gru a location.

Cheng ‘Someone’s trying to kill me, come quickly!’

The fifty million hadn’t even been settled yet, not to mention the intricate web of mutual interests.

It would be odd if Gru didn’t come.

“You mean they targeted you, and even your last-minute change of schedule was ambushed, Chan, is that it?”

The blond girl wasn’t stupid, there was a significant revelation in CEO Cheng’s words.

“Forget that for now, where’s your gun?

Take it out and fire a couple of shots to scare them.

Don’t stick your head out, just raise it and shoot blindly.”

Lisa took out her Glock, looking at Cheng Daqi with some nervousness.

She hadn’t been short on target practice, her shooting was passable, but this was the first real situation where she had to use a gun in self-defense.

“Give it to me, I’ll do it!”

The two people in the car were scared out of their wits, still tangled in how to defend themselves, threaten the thugs, and ensure their safety at the same time.

Meanwhile, Danze, following behind, had already thrown a couple of smoke grenades, concealing Cheng Daqi’s car and his own car.

He knew Cheng Daqi had changed his itinerary on short notice, so Danze was very cautious.

The moment he realized there were gunmen he ducked low, first releasing the driver’s door, then diving onto the passenger seat.

With a kick to the driver’s door, he rolled out from the passenger side and quickly crawled to the rear of the Tesla.

“Damn it!

I’m an idiot!”

His actions were ferocious as a tiger, but his view was dumb as a pig; the tactical moves were fine, but the terrain was a disadvantage, and the gunmen totally missed it.

Danze pulled out the smoke grenades to create cover, quickly moving low to the rear of Marsha’s car.

Two gunmen, confirmed.

Environmental conditions, confirmed.

Client safety…

“Chan, are you alright?”

“Hurry up and kill those two idiots, Danze, be damn careful!”

The gunmen were confused; they had no idea there was someone following to protect them.

The sound of gunfire was outside Marsha’s car, CEO Cheng wanted to grab the Glock from Lisa’s hand, but the girl shook her head.

“I’ll go next; these two gunmen are lame, wait for them to change magazines.”

Watching the blonde girl sweat bullets, CEO Cheng said with a wry smile.

“Doesn’t look like my enemies, too lame, but they shouldn’t be coming after you either.”

“We’ll talk later, Chan, my heart is beating so fast.”

“Danze is really good, don’t be scared.”

“Smoke grenades, these are smoke grenades, Chan, those two gunmen are not ordinary.”

“They’re ours, don’t rush, we still have stun grenades and hand grenades.

Let’s just stay here and wait for Danze to handle it.”

“Fak, are you joking?

Your bodyguard carries all this stuff with him?”

“Lisa, I’m not a good guy, my enemies are all very bad.”

“Boom!

Boom!

Boom!”

Danze was a good shot, and his tactical proficiency wasn’t bad either, but he was alone, so he acted very cautiously.

He didn’t shoot back but threw all sorts of projectiles first.

The condition of the two gunmen was unknown, but Lisa was rendered combat ineffective, shaking badly and frightened.

“Don’t be scared, listen, those are screams, the gunmen’s screams!”

CEO Cheng risked a look at the Nissan car in front, then gasped in a breath of cold air.

Today had escalated too much; one man had been bombed into a gore, another was wailing on the ground.

“Chan, get in the car, we need to move right now!”

After confirming the situation, Danze quickly made a clear suggestion.

“Lisa, let’s go, looks like we won’t make it for drinks tonight.”

Sitting in the back of the Tesla with a dazed blonde girl, Danze quickly said.

“I’ve got the safe house ready, Chan, shall we move there now?”

Cheng Daqi turned off his phone, then took Lisa’s phone and switched it off as well.

“I’ll head there, you wait outside for news.

Gru will give us an explanation; send Riel to his former boss to help me confirm if things are done.”

The rapid conversation between the two confounded the blonde girl; everything was happening too fast.

Gunmen appeared, smoke dominantly controlled the field, Danze neutralized the gunmen, and now they were swiftly heading into the safe house.

She had many questions wanting to ask, but looking at the shut-down phone, she couldn’t ask a single one.

CEO Cheng remained silent, gazing out the window with a furrowed brow.

Lisa didn’t know what to say; her worry was palpable, but she hesitated to speak.

Danze’s expression was tense; he was aware CEO Cheng was playing a big game, so at this moment, their fate was bound and heading toward the unknown.

And Cheng Daqi had just mentioned Gru, Eris, and Riel, but not Temir, making Danze realize that CEO Cheng didn’t trust even him that much.

He respected such a Cheng Daqi.

“Lisa, I’ve gotten into big trouble, the gunmen this time are weird, they don’t seem like my enemies, yet they knew about my sudden change of plans.

I’m sorry for getting you involved.”

“You should talk to Mi’er, she…”

“Yeah, I’ve already sent her a message, don’t worry.”

CEO Cheng squeezed Lisa’s hand, startling her, and she dared not continue speaking.

She couldn’t comprehend everything that happened today.

Cheng Daqi’s suspicious bodyguard, two gunmen who were clumsy yet eerie, CEO Cheng’s immediate phone shutdown, and the so-called safe house, she understood none of it.

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“Fak!

Someone’s gone after that lunatic, Jax, I’m sending people to the scene, hurry, I need you to personally check it out for me!”

Gru was stunned when he received the message from Cheng Daqi.

Who is CEO Cheng?

Gru’s teeth ached just thinking about his formidable opponent.

Gru hated him, wanted him dead so much, but he knew the kind of trouble Cheng Daqi could be, entangled in all sorts of petty affairs.

Gru wanted him dead but didn’t dare to make a move.

And now, someone had opened fire on him.

The top crooked cop felt not a shred of joy, only panic over the spiraling situation.