I drove Xiaoyou's car for more than forty minutes, then arrived somewhere and waited on the street.
"Bang."
Only five minutes later, the back seat door was pulled open, and a figure got in like a ghost.
"Uh-huh."
I suddenly turned back to look at him, then I was stunned, opened my mouth and asked, "Why did you think of coming to see me?"
An hour and a half later.
The interior of Xiaoyou's car was filled with smoke, and the figure and I were almost done talking.
"Snapped."
I opened the glove box in front of the passenger seat, took out a pen and paper, and then said, "Write down your account number and I'll have someone help you tomorrow."
The figure didn't pause, took the paper and pen, and started writing.
"Bang."
After finishing writing, he opened the car door and left.
Early the next morning, Xiaoyou went to the company, called the accountant, and then said: "Put 200,000 into this account. Don't go into the company's account. Take out the money and go to the counter to make the payment."
"OK."
The finance minister nodded and left
In Qiqihar, after Shen Dianlong got up in the morning, he washed himself briefly, then took two thousand yuan and said to the girl on the bed: "You still have a big mouth, go ahead, go ahead."
"Why don't you tell me, you are playing with Ying Xiao, and when you put it in your mouth, it feels like you have a nail in your mouth. It's so interesting. I'm not even afraid of breaking it, but you're still not happy about it."
The girl got up naked.
"Disappear immediately."
Shen Dianlong opened the door and waved his hand impatiently.
After the girl left, Shen Dianlong ate his breakfast and then called a friend's mobile phone.
"Old man, where are you?"
Shen Dianlong asked.
"I just came out. Go over now. We'll be there in ** hours." The man who called the old man replied listlessly.
"Okay, hurry up."
Shen Dianlong agreed crisply and then hung up the phone.
"Dad, what does this old man do?"
Shen Hailang asked while eating fried dough sticks.
"A group of desperadoes, let them play with the few from Xiang Nan's family."
Shen Dianlong drank the white porridge in a hurry.
"oh."
Shen Hailang nodded suddenly, knowing in his heart that his godfather was really anxious this time and wanted to sway him.
"Who is responsible for what happened last night?"
Shen Dianlong asked casually while holding pickles.
"In my place, one is named Daxin and the other is named Zhiguo."
Shen Hailang replied.
"Since they have taken care of things for you and Lao Wu, you should treat them well and be polite in society."
Shen Dianlong patted the waves with his little hand and said calmly as before.
"I understand, Dad."
Shen Hailang nodded respectfully.
"Don't worry about it these days, you and Lao Wu just stay here."
When Shen Dianlong said this, he wiped his lips and said, "I've finished eating."
On a certain road leading to Qiqihar, a middle-aged man named Old Man, with six people, drove an Iveco and were running at top speed.
"Gululu,."
The driver held an ice pot in his mouth and fixed it with a bent wire bracket. He held the steering wheel in his left hand and drove, while holding a lighter in his right hand. He kept lighting the ice pot and sucked thick smoke into his lungs. , he felt comfortable all over.
"Don't be so cocky. If you continue to play like this day after day, you deserve to be eaten. Sooner or later, I'll beat you to death."
The old man cursed loudly.
"No, what am I doing? With my head pinned to my waistband, I can't find any excitement."
The driver was sweating on the tip of his nose, puffed out smoke, opened his mouth, and said through gritted teeth.
"You don't care what he does, whose son will die or not."
The strong man sitting in the middle row seat interjected lightly.
"This sounds comfortable."
The driver suddenly became happy, inexplicably happy.
"You can't fucking tell what's good or bad, fuck, I'll take a nap."
The old man cursed, then ignored him, leaned his head against the glass, and soon began to snore.
Time passed slowly, and they saw Qiqihar getting closer and closer. The navigation system already indicated that it was less than a hundred kilometers away from their destination. At this time, they had already got off the expressway and were driving on the national highway.
The driver listened to the song, foaming at the corners of his mouth, and kept crunching his teeth.
"Gudu!"
He pouted his mouth and was about to take another puff of cigarette. Overcoming the sleepiness that had just come over him, he found that there was no smoke inside at all.
"Hold."
The driver cursed, then held the steering wheel with one hand, put two fingers of his right hand into the waistband of his pants, pulled out a small white bag from the gap, bit it open with his mouth, and poured it into the pot.
The speed of the car did not slow down, more than 160 mph, and it continued to move forward.
"Buzzing,."
A truck with four wheels in front and eight wheels in back was stuck in the snow shell at a fork in the road next to the national highway.
"I'll give you more oil."
Villagers on the roadside reminded the truck driver.
"Boom boom,."
The old model had four wheels at the front and eight wheels at the back, and the body trembled. The driver of the truck slammed the accelerator in first gear, and the front of the truck was struggling to climb up like an 80-year-old man.
"Crack,."
The snow shell was compacted, and the front of the car moved forward and was pulled out of the car body. Thick black smoke was coming out of the exhaust pipe, and there was a burnt smell.
In the Iveco car, the driver refilled the methamphetamine, bared his big yellow teeth, lowered his head and tried to wrap the spout.
"Didi,."
At the fork in the road, a truck honked its horn.
"Hold,."
The Iveco driver was stunned and suddenly raised his head.
"Didi didi."
The sound of the trumpet is more urgent.
"Snapped."
The old man opened his eyes instantly, looked forward, and saw the truck slowly rushing up from the fork in the road. Then he exclaimed: "Fuck you, Mom, slow down, slow down."
"Where are the brakes?"
The driver asked with little stars in his eyes.
"Snapped."
The old man grabbed the steering wheel and then steered to the right.
"Squeak."
The truck suddenly stopped, half of its body lying in the middle of the road.
"Pap."
The Iveco driver finally found the brakes and immediately tapped his foot a few times, but the speed was too fast and it was too late to make amends.
Two seconds later,.
"Whoosh,,."
Iveco passed through a black shadow, and the front of the car rushed directly towards the left side of the truck.
"Bang, boom."
The car body with four wheels in the front and eight wheels in the rear swayed for a while.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak."
The front of the Iveco suddenly disintegrated, and the flat-pointed head plunged directly into the bottom of the front four and rear eight cars. The roof was stuck under the truck's pocket and was pushed away. The remaining fragments of the machine looked like they had been deformed after being hit by a cannon. The fragments of King Kong spanned more than ten meters and exploded in the air.
The head of the old man and the Iveco driver was smashed by the truck's hanging bag on the spot, and the airbag exploded. Blood splattered on the mottled truck, which was shocking.
"Uh-huh."
The truck driver rolled down the window and took a quick look, then without saying a word, he put the car into gear and drove off.
On the highway, Iveco was smoking thickly, and the car in front seemed to have been cut open by a knife, revealing several people covered in blood inside.
Fifteen minutes later, Shen Dianlong received the news and rushed over with Shen Hailang.
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