After finishing his homework, Mu Su returned to the game with a sense of relief.
There is still a short period of time before the fake Smith comes out.
"Damn it, the police are coming." Smith suddenly shouted in panic from the intercom.
Rohard and Slack looked in the rearview mirror at the same time. A police motorcycle stopped behind Smith's car, turned off the engine, and got off.
Smith quickly rolled up the car window, hid the walkie-talkie and whistled while pretending to look at the scenery.
Bang bang——
The police officer patted the car window to signal Smith to lower the window. The latter looked surprised to see him, rolled down the window and showed his signature smile.
"Hey officer it's a nice day today!"
The white police officer quietly put his palm on the holster on his waist: "Show me your driver's license."
"Of course." Smith stiffened for a moment, then turned around with a smile and went to search in the car.
"Raise your hands!"
The white police officer suddenly shouted, drew his gun and pointed it at Smith.
"Damn it, Smith is being targeted!" Slack cursed and glanced towards the steps of the recording studio, where two bodyguards were looking over cautiously.
"Smith is gone, we can't be exposed." Slack obviously didn't want to accompany Smith at all, urging Rohard to roll up the window, huddle under the backrest and stare closely at the rearview mirror.
"Hey! Hey! I didn't do anything!" Smith quickly raised his hands.
"Get your driver's license out!"
"Okay, I'll take it right now -" Smith stared at the muzzle of the gun nervously, trying to slowly put down his hand.
"What are you going to do! Put your hands up!" The white police officer pressed his finger on the trigger.
"Okay, okay, I raised it up!" Smith, who screamed in fright, raised his hand again. "Take that damn gun farther away!"
"Where's your driver's license!"
"I'm getting it! Keep an eye on it!" Smith's mind was filled with the black muzzle of the gun. He almost forgot that he didn't have a driver's license and that he was riding in a stolen car. The white police officer's eyes followed his palm down, as if staring at him.
The audience holds the hands of the magician.
Then--
"Damn it! Put your hands up!" the white police officer shouted in panic.
“Are you serious nigga?”
Smith looked like he had seen a ghost and gave up on himself: "Well, I didn't bring that damn driver's license!"
"Get out of the car, raise your hands and don't put them down, so I can see your hands!"
"I just forgot to bring the police officer with me. I'll sue you for racial discrimination." Smith cursed and got out of the car, lying on the car with his hands raised and his legs spread out skillfully.
The white police officer roughly checked Smith. At the same time, the bodyguard at the door of the recording studio looked at each other and picked up the walkie-talkie. "Boss, a guy who looks like the guy you mentioned has appeared."
"Where is he?" came a hoarse voice from the intercom.
"Uh... I'm being searched by the police."
There was silence on the other side of the intercom: "Pay attention to him, but don't stare too closely... If he doesn't pay special attention to you, don't worry about him."
Obviously the fake Smith's team has always been paying attention to Smith. The more than ten years of peace and Smith's "career" made them regard it as a coincidence.
"Okay boss."
The bodyguard put away the walkie-talkie and continued to watch the fun.
The white police officer handcuffed Smith, who kept uttering slang and swear words, and suddenly noticed an old muscle car in front of him, and a figure in the cab walking towards him with his arm holding a gun lowered.
Knock knock——
The white police officer rapped on the car window with his knuckles.
Rohard tilted his head and rolled down the window silently.
"Hello, sir." The white police officer breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced into the car while retracting his holster, but did not notice Slack huddled in the passenger seat.
"Cool car, please show me your driver's license."
The selection box that had been silent for a long time finally appeared.
[Tell the police officer that I forgot to bring it]
[Told the police officer that he and the black man behind him were in the same group]
[Looking at the police officer’s holster and trying to snatch it away and stuff it into his butt]
Rohard's real thoughts are a bit strange...
6:1:1, without Mu Su taking the lead, his friends were defeated and some even rebelled against the enemy.
"I forgot to bring it."
Too upright... Transparent Bridge regrets his taciturn character. Unexpectedly, the police officer didn't seem to mind this at all.
"It's okay, remember to bring it next time."
The white police officer, with his talkative appearance, seemed to be a different person than the one who pointed the gun at Smith just now.
"Have a happy day."
The white man nodded in warning and said goodbye. He grabbed the walkie-talkie and called his companions to turn around, just in time to see Smith who had just opened the handcuffs.
Cursing, the white police officer reached for his gun holster.
Smith had interacted with the Los Angeles police too many times, and he knew that these guys really dared to shoot at black people, so they rushed over and threw down the white police officers without even thinking, and scrambled to get up and try to escape.
A hand suddenly grabbed his ankle, and Smith fell down again, and he struggled with the white police officer who climbed up on the street.
Didi——
The passing cars slowed down and stopped, and passers-by looked here in shock.
"Go help!"
Slack anxiously pushed Rohard. As for him? He was just a helpless and weak lame nigger.
Click——
Rohadima got out of the car, picked up the gun at his feet and walked towards the street.
Options emerged as he approached the two of them in a scuffle.
[Shoot and kill Smith]
[Shooted and killed the police officer]
【Dragon Traveling in the Sea, Angelica Butt with a Gun】
Mu Su chose option three without any doubt. This time it had nothing to do with bad taste, but simply thought it was a beautiful piece of text.
The result was 1:4:4, Musu won half the battle.
Transparent Bridge won the other half, but she was the biggest loser - if Cen Yingying had been smarter, they would not have seen this terrible scene.
In any case, the option was dimmed, and half of the players watched in pain as Rohard pulled the trigger on the white police officer who was climbing on top of Smith as cleanly as a cold-blooded killer.
Bang--
The sound of gunfire echoed through the streets, passers-by screamed and fled, and the driver who was still honking his horn impatiently stepped on the accelerator in panic and avoided the center of the road.
Smith pushed away the body on top of him and looked at Rohard in shock: "You actually killed the policeman..."
In the chaos, only Rohard took off the white police officer's pants expressionlessly and put the gun where it should be.
Smith looked like a madman and was about to get up when he suddenly looked down at his chest in confusion.
There was a smear of blood on the chest of his shirt.
"I was shot..." Smith said to Rohard desperately, clutching his chest with a look of pain on his face. "Can I...believe you..."
【"It's best not to."】
【"Can."】
["You are almost dead, let me stick the gun into your butt."]
Option two wins.
"Okay." Rohard said.
"Help me get rid of the fake Smith... I don't want to see anyone holding my back anymore..." Smith's voice became smaller and smaller, and eventually he fell back into a pool of blood, and his chest stopped heaving.
Rohard was indifferent, and with a "Boom~" sound, he pulled out his gun, turned and walked to the roadside, and stepped up the steps of the recording studio.
At this time, Transparent Bridge keenly noticed that in the blurred background behind Rohard, a corpse got up from the ground and tiptoed back to the muscle car.