The seriously injured bodyguards were sent to the nearest medical institution, while the slightly injured bodyguards who could still maintain their fighting ability followed Chen Fei back to the private club near Santa Monica Beach to save their boss Ban.

Of the two cars that drove over before, one hit a dirt wall and the front of the car was completely destroyed. The other fell into a pit and knocked people unconscious. The car was not in pieces, but it was almost the same.

His body was full of bullet holes, but the car Chen Fei was riding in was still intact only when it was pressed against the edge of the crater.

Abandoning the vehicle that was riddled with bullet holes in the crossfire, and although it could still be driven, it looked very scary, he had no choice but to "borrow" five vehicles from the attackers, and then the bodyguards who were able to move surrounded Chen again.

Not starting.

This time, there were more cars but fewer people.

As soon as the front foot left, more than a dozen police cars with flashing lights arrived from far and near to this small town on the road.

The American federal police are always late in arriving.

The return trip still takes more than an hour.

The motorcade returned to Santa Monica Beach again. The neighborhood was peaceful and quiet. Since it was close to the beach, bikinis could be seen everywhere. You could expose yourself as much as you wanted. Some even went topless. After all, men and women have equal rights. Why should women be the ones?

You have to wear an extra piece of fabric than men, and sometimes the cup size is still larger than men's.

The private police who had set up a security zone near the private club were all gone, leaving only the barrier and isolation belt, and some garbage scattered on the ground, which was incompatible with the lively environment of people coming and going around.

"The private police are gone and there is blood on the ground!"

The voice of the bodyguard leader came over the intercom of the motorcade, which meant that the private police responsible for protecting the club had suffered casualties.

"Right here, I'll get off the car and Big Cat will wait in the car."

Just when the bodyguards were trying to move Juma away, Chen Fei got out of the car immediately.

"Mr. Chen, we will go in with you. You'd better bring a gun for self-defense."

The bodyguard leader hurriedly ran to his side. Although he didn't know what happened in the club, the voice coming from the intercom was obviously not good.

"No, you can't get in. Don't waste your time. Be prepared outside and don't let irrelevant people get close."

Chen Fei carried the small black box cuffed to his wrists and walked toward the private club.

The location of the quiet private club in the middle of the hustle and bustle seems not to be very good at this time. Once a stray bullet flies out, nearby tourists can only call 666.

"Okay, be careful!"

The bodyguard leader was also very helpless, he had no better idea.

"Meow! (Don't you want me anymore?)"

The innocent "little kitten" didn't expect that he would be left alone, this heartless one...

All the way to the gate of the club, he saw no one else and was not hindered by anything. Just as Chen Fei expected, people were particularly relieved that he was "on the road" and walking alone.

The tipped doormen and waiters were gone, and there were more than a dozen guys dressed in beach attire in the club hall, carrying automatic weapons, and all of them were puffing away. They were so high that even Chen Fei opened the door.

When it came time, there wasn't much of a reaction.

Black, white, yellow, but there is no racial discrimination. There are crooked melons and jujubes everywhere in this industry.

"Hi, third floor, 404!"

Someone raised a middle finger at Chen Fei.

No one came to search him. It made no difference whether he had a gun or not. There were more people here and more guns.

“f*k-u!”

Chen Fei responded with the middle finger in a bad temper.

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Chapter completed!