Mary Kinson still increases the tempo. Even with his helmet on, the romantic sound is still like a cutting edge in his ear, "Report the exact location. I will go there immediately!"

Stelly stares spellbound at the screen and makes a rational analysis, "Now you drive forward, turn right at the next intersection, then drive in a straight line onto the road. You can catch up with them at the speed of F4CC."

"Is there any way to find out if Meny is in this car?"

Time is running out. We can not make any more mistakes.

And the man in the black Bentley, phoenix eyes narrows slightly, like the dark eyes of the abyss sliding out the window.

The F4CC turns at the intersection.

Keep your eyes on the F4CC and the driver.

Is not the direction of that motorcycle precisely the route of Meny's car?

The director wants to make a sound to remind him, but he sees William's eyes, compelled by his prevailing atmosphere, and does not dare to make a sound.

If you make a mistake once, you cannot make it again.

Finally, William Black opened his lips, "Turn right at the crossroads to keep up with the locomotive."

His eyes are mysterious, like dark, stagnant water that is rich and unsettling.

There are too many passing vehicles keeping their distance, and you can not even see who's on the F4CC. You know the taillights are excellent and blinding.

We are looking down the road.

There is no whistle on the busy highway, just the sound of wheels and speed.

In the commercial vehicle on the middle road, the teenager sits in the back seat, holding a flat plate and staring at the screen with clear eyes.

The assistant sitting next to him handed him the score in his hand, "Meny, cheque out this song. The opening is for an ensemble with other musicians."

The teenager did not raise his head for half a minute, and his eyes did not leave the screen, "I saw it when I first sent it."

The assistant was concerned and shook his head, "But you only saw it once. Can you remember everything?"

The intricate melodies above gave him a headache, but Meny took it in his hand as if he had glanced at it that day.

The teen finally lifted his gaze, and if the translucent pupil eyes were somewhat mute, it seemed as if the world was cut off from him.

"I am not making a mistake."

When the assistant could speak no more, he laughed and joked, switching the Kinson subject, "I see you come to Vandeli and hold the tablet all day. Is there a secret in it?"

Hearing this, the young man's eyes gradually softened, "There is a significant sister. She is in Vandella."

The assistant also smiled, "Then you can visit her after we are done with the activities tonight."

The teen rolled his eyes and curled his fingers with a flat plate, "When you get to the meeting place, you can see her."

Being born exceptional and having met too many adults since childhood, he is less inclined to show genuine joys and sorrows in front of ordinary people.

In the eyes of the people around him, he is otherwise like a robot, except that music makes him feel some emotions.

The assistant smiled and nodded, "Then we are only half an hour away from the meeting place. That's fast."

At the sound of "soon", the top of Meny's heart got a little thump.

My sister, who I have been in correspondence with for two years, finally gets to see her today, and his heart can not help but look forward to it, and his mouth lifts slightly.

With the flat plate in his hand, he accidentally reached out the window to see the capital's prosperity.

However, in the rearview mirror, a black locomotive that looks like the Phantom of the Opera in science fiction movies catches up with him.

Because the design of the locomotive is too unique, he looked at it twice.

But the speed of the car shocked him.

After a while, the locomotive drove parallel against his window, and the driver was a girl with a good figure wearing a black helmet, so he could not see her face.

 The girl sat upright and knocked on the co-pilot's window.

Knock, knock - the girl's clear voice sounded through the window again, and she spread out eagerly, "Do not cross the road at that intersection up ahead. Stop the car quickly!"

"Stop the car!"

"Stop the car quickly, you can not go any further!"

The driver behind the wheel got a big fright, stared at the window, and muttered to himself in confusion, "Who's that, weirdo?"

The assistant stretched his neck and squinted out the window, but he could not see anything.

Cocking an eyebrow, he looked unhappy, "Ignore her. It's suspected she's an avid fan of Meny. Speed up to get rid of her, and we need to hurry to the meeting place."

"Good."

The driver stepped on the soles of the accelerator and increased the power.

Many, leaning against the window, saw the girl knocking against the glass, growing heavier as if eager.

His eyebrow twitched violently, and with one glance, he saw the impatience in her eyes as if she were about to experience something sad.

Men's back straightened slightly. "Why do not you stop and see what she wants?"

The assistant shook his head and said with disgust, "Ignore her. If she's a fan, you'll have to sign and take pictures, which will delay our time."

Many looked out the window and was puzzled, "But that sister seems to have something to do."

Since the engineer is already accelerating at this moment, the locomotives following outside are also accelerating.

Their behavior is hazardous on the highway. If it's not essential, why would a girl risk her life?

"Have you forgotten that you were almost attacked by a sasaeng fan in Y-land before?" The assistant added, "Some people are hotheaded and can do anything."

At that moment, Mary Kinson, fluttering outside the window, one eyebrow contracted, and her chestnut pupils were filled with fear and urgency.

Stelly's voice in her ear became more insistent, "Sister Mary, the locomotive family at the front crossing came out and rushed to the crossing. If this commercial vehicle does not stop, with their driving rules and speed, there will be an accident!"

Mary Kinson's heart trembled, and her breathing became very tense.

She lowered her gaze and thought quietly for a moment.

When she raised her eyes again, her gaze lifted, and the whole bright pair of Mary Kinson eyes became clear.

In a low voice, she replied, "I will stop the commercial vehicle!"

As the words fell, she stopped banging on the window but lifted the accelerator and opened it a little.

The driver in the car noticed her action, frowned, and asked, "What's she up to?"

The assistant leaned forward with her legs half bent, not understanding what she was trying to say, "I do not know; why did he pull out in front of the car?"

Just as they were dazed, a thud threw on the window, causing the driver to slam on the brakes quickly.

The inertia of the braking caused the two people in the back seat to throw themselves forward.

The assistant yelled out and quickly turned to cheque on Meny.

Many reacted quickly and reached out to grab the front seat, so it was not a big deal.

"What happened!" "If something happens to Meny, can you afford to take responsibility?" The assistants growled to the driver.

But the driver in the front row leaned limply against the chair, pointed his trembling finger at the windshield, and stuttered in shock, "You... see..."