Chapter 388: Massacre

The salesman wanted to cry over the deal. The final price had been barely over the bottom price of his company. As a salesman relying on commission, he would be leading a miserable life if he relied on customers like Qin Guan.

Under the golden rays of the setting sun, the new car looked like an avant-garde steel sculpture in an LA art museum. The blues music signified the start of their new journey.

The next day, Qin Guan was busy with studying and work. After his morning classes, he rushed from the northest point of Manhattan to the southest.

They were still shooting in Eric's home. When they got out of the bathroom, the two boys arranged their belongings silently.

Qin Guan was dressed in black. He stuffed his policeman pants into his military boots. The fitting waistcoat used for field operations was fastened around his upper body.