In the dark night, two black cars were rushing towards each other at an extremely fast speed. Sweetheart raised her heart to her throat. She felt Qinglang was crazy. How could she stop the prisoner in such a way that both sides suffered losses!

This... If this hits you, Qinglang will definitely be the first one to be in danger. Even if the other party fails to survive, Qinglang will not be much better!

She screamed in a sharp voice: "You don't want Qinglang, it's too dangerous!"

However, time could only allow her to say so much, because in the blink of an eye, the two cars were less than 50 meters apart, and the reflection of the headlights of the other party made Tian Xin feel temporarily blind.

Situ Qinglang quickly grabbed the sunglasses frame on the bridge of his nose, blocking away some of the strong light. At the same time, he suddenly turned on the headlight, and instantly two strong lights shot directly on the other party's face.

Santana was swaying from side to side, and the people in the car were immediately panicked. Just as he adjusted his trajectory, Situ Qinglang was less than 20 meters away from him.

He was about to say that, and he suddenly turned the steering wheel again. The car rotated ninety degrees and threw it outwards on the right side. The car was sliding forward in a straight line, rushing towards the Santana by inertia.

The suspect was shocked. Unexpectedly, the soldier actually tried his best to hit him. He was busy controlling the car. The desire to escape and survive made him come back to his senses in an instant. He didn't want to die here, so he could only try his best to dodge and try to squeeze through the front of the car and the middle of the road.

This also hit Situ Qinglang's thoughts. Seeing that he was about to break through from him, Situ Qinglang raised his lips confidently, stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed forward, standing in the middle of Santana. The huge impact force made the Santana instantly take off, flip it to 180°, and land.

The sweetheart was almost vomiting, and her heart was stuck in her throat. She could vomit out her heart by opening her mouth in minutes. She looked at the car in front of her in a daze and asked tremblingly: "Qing... Qinglang, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Situ Qinglang gasped, left the steering wheel with both hands, looked at the car in the cab being pressed down, and teased, "It's better that he hasn't been pressed into meat sauce yet."

He called Li Jiuzhi, and the other party was on the way to arrive. Situ Qinglang stared at the car in front and said, "I have stopped you, but I don't know if it's dead or alive."

"I'll go, you won't shoot anymore, are you?" Li Jiuzhi was very disappointed.

"I didn't bring a gun today, I shoveled his car away." Situ Qinglang said lightly, as if he had just scrapped a toy car.

"..." Li Jiuzhi was amused and crying, "As long as you get alive, I will be here soon. Thank you for your hard work today."

Situ Qinglang hung up the phone, took off his Bluetooth headset, took off his seat belt, pushed the door and went out to check the situation of his car. Sweetheart followed behind, his legs trembling, as if he had just struggled on the brink of death.

"Qing...clear..."

Situ Qinglang held her and frowned at the deformed Audi front hood, which was quite a headache.

"Is that person still alive?" Sweetheart asked worriedly when he saw someone moving in the car, "He won't die, right?"

"Go and take a look and drag him out by the way." Situ Qinglang held sweetheart behind him and walked steadily towards the man. Sweetheart followed carefully, and looked into the car with his head protruding.

Santana's entire co-pilot cab was about to deform. The man seemed to be trapped in the cab. Although he would not die, he was definitely injured. His face was covered in blood and his upper body was pushing the car door with difficulty.

Situ Qinglang walked forward and pulled the deformed car door outward. Unexpectedly, the car door was seriously deformed and the external force could not be opened at all.

He simply kicked it up and smashed the windshield with both feet, splashing the glass on the face inside.

Situ Qinglang and Tangxin were both unscathed, but the man inside was already bleeding. Of course, the worst thing was that he was squeezed into the cab. He cursed weakly: "Fuck, my legs are broken."

"You ask for your own sake." Situ Qinglang looked at him condescendingly, "It's better than death, and someone will save you later."

"I can light the car, anyway, the car has leaked oil now." The man spat viciously, took out the lighter from his pocket, and lit the fire.

Before Situ Qinglang could react, he suddenly stretched out a white and tender hand from behind him, grabbed the lighter and threw it away, and said sweetly: "Don't even think about it, there is no way to burn yourself!"

"Fuck, I said, brother, why did you work so hard as soon as you join the army? It turned out that you wanted to show off in front of your girlfriend. I was so fucking unlucky. I accepted it when I fell into your hands." The man smiled bitterly and gasped, saying, "Brother, let me out."

"Wait for a while 120 will save you."

"I don't want to die here, my leg is broken!"

Situ Qinglang squatted down in front of him, narrowed his eyes and said, "You can't die, death is not a privilege that evil people like you can enjoy."

Sweetheart heard Li Jiuzhi say on the phone that this man killed five people and was the main culprit of the serial murder case. She couldn't help but look at him carefully. This man looked quite ordinary, not like a fierce person. He was wearing glasses and one of his glasses broke. Sweetheart felt that he had a little bit of a scholarly temperament.

"Why do you want to kill someone?" she asked curiously.

"I want to kill them, but I don't like them." The man answered viciously.

Situ Qinglang looked at him with disgust: "So you can't die even if you want to die. You can only survive so much. You have done too much evil."

"You'd better not expect the court to sentence me to life or death reprieve. As long as I have the chance to live, I will definitely come back to kill you." The man spat with blood, his eyes flashing with a cruel and bloodthirsty light.

Sweetheart was uncomfortable with his fierce look, so he took two steps back. At this moment, the man said again: "I tell you, in fact, I have killed more than 5 people, but one person has not been found by those who have not found it. It is a 10-year-old girl. I raped and then killed-"

Situ Qinglang kicked him in the chest, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Do you feel sorry?" The man smiled fiercely and despicable.

Situ Qinglang looked at him coldly and said word by word: "You will die miserably."

"You can't sentence me. I have a psychiatric identification certificate! Let me tell you, in fact, that girl has been cut into corpses by me. You soldiers and those notes are not my opponents at all. As long as I want, you have no chance to catch me!"

With this sentence, he suddenly jumped up, and then Sweetheart noticed in horror that there was no injury on his leg, and the blood was an illusion created by him cutting his arm!
Chapter completed!