The dump truck bumped along, and the traffic police at the intersection immediately took action. Two tall traffic policemen stood on horseback to stop the truck. The other two traffic policemen whispered to each other and discussed how much money should be fined for this idiot driver.
Chinese cabbage is sold for the price of meat, house prices are soaring and stocks are falling, the knowledgeable are eating hot and spicy food, and the incompetent are complaining endlessly. Violating traffic rules is wrong, and fines are intended to make drivers realize their mistakes, and at the same time, they can also contribute to revitalizing personal finances.
Tsk! The dump truck stopped, and the dusty front of the truck almost touched a traffic policeman. The truck made a muffled sound, and a large amount of black soil fell down.
A fat traffic policeman who looked like Maitreya Buddha took two steps forward, raised his hand and saluted the driver of the car. As the saying goes, if the traffic police salutes you, you will lose a few bags of rice. The fat traffic policeman walked to the car window
Next, he saluted the driver again. A driver who knows the tricks should get out of the car immediately and hand over the two certificates, but the person in the car in front of him is obviously someone who doesn’t know the tricks... Bangchui!
The fat on the fat traffic policeman's face twitched twice, and he suppressed his furious rush before raising his hand and shouting in a deep voice: "Get off the car!" This voice was full of anger and had been brewing for a long time.
The car window was lowered, and a skinny arm stretched out. A stack of red tickets wrapped with white strips was pinched on three fingers, and it was swung twice, and the brand new red tickets made a clanging sound.
"Then, is it enough to pay the fine?" A cynical voice came from the car window, and the red ticket flew towards the fat traffic policeman's face, bang! The feeling of the ticket hitting the face was numb and painful, but it made people feel excited.
Losing his temper, the fat traffic policeman slapped his face with his palm to cover the red ticket, and he could still smell the fragrance of ink in his nostrils. This was a red ticket not long after he came out of the bank.
The fat traffic policeman scratched the edge of the banknote twice with his fingers, took two steps back and waved towards the car window, and said with a serious face: "Drive safely..." Before he could finish his words, the dump truck had already thrown his words to the car.
There is still a dark line of soil behind the buttocks. According to this leakage method, it won't take long for a load of soil to leak out.
"Hey! What kind of soil is this? Can you make so much money?" The fat traffic policeman frowned and glanced at the black soil on the ground, then looked at the red ticket in his hand. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he took two steps forward and bent down to pick it up from the ground.
I took a handful of black soil and rubbed it. It was a bit sticky. I brought it to my nose and smelled it, and there was still a fishy smell.
The dump truck had already gone hundreds of meters. The fat traffic policeman suddenly came to his senses. The skin on his face twitched violently several times, pointing in the direction where the truck disappeared and shouting: "Quick, stop that truck, there is a murder."
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Whoosh!
One sharp claw pinched the fat traffic policeman's shoulder blade from behind, and the other claw grabbed his neck and twisted it, allowing him to see his own butt. In the last second of his life, he also saw the person who wanted to kill him.
A burly man with a face covered with long white hair, his red eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty red light...
The white-haired man was like a ferocious spirit in the night. He suddenly reached the two frightened traffic policemen. His claws spread like lightning and grabbed their throats. Click! The two sounds turned into one sound, and the white shadow flashed towards the last traffic policeman.
, this guy reacted very quickly. When he saw something was wrong, he turned around and ran away. At this time, he was already ten meters away.
The white-haired man didn't make any movement with his feet. He leaned forward and threw himself flatly. Without bending his knees, the man was already in front of him. He saw his left paw diagonally stretched forward under his hood, grabbing the traffic policeman's Tianling cover with his five fingers like a hook.
The two fingers dug into his eye sockets and penetrated directly into his skull. Killing was actually very simple. Four lives were lost in just a few breaths.
Didi - two horns honked, and the dump truck came back. The white-haired man folded the four corpses into a pile and held them flat on his forearm. One of them jumped into the truck, and the truck whirred and turned around.
The whole process took less than two minutes. Many drivers passing by witnessed this scene. Everyone had a tacit understanding that a bloody killing was a movie. No one doubted this.
Everything is real.
A man and a woman sat opposite each other in the shady house in Zhuangjia Village. Zhuang Yan'e and her husband Wu Debing, this couple in name only stared at each other next to the two empty coffins and remained silent for a long time. The two coffins seemed to have become a negotiation table.
It is specially for these two people to negotiate.
Wu Debing swallowed, pursed his lips and asked in a low voice: "Yan'e, have you really decided to get a divorce?" He had been here a long time ago, when her old father was still alive and remembered that he was still here.
He stayed in the ghost house for two nights, but he never imagined that there were two empty coffins underground. His wife invited him over tonight, but she didn't expect to discuss divorce.
Zhuang Yan'e nodded and said: "Do you think it is necessary for our marriage to continue? I don't owe you anything these years, and it's time to end it."
Wu Debing was unwilling to divorce in his heart. For him, divorce could become a stain on his political career. He would rather keep this marriage in name only as it is, but Zhuang Yan'e seemed to be forcing him to divorce.
"Yan'e, we are already at this age. Divorce is just a joke for others. I can give you enough freedom and will not restrict it in the future..." Wu Debing may not care about marriage, but he is reluctant to give up this job in Jiangcheng officialdom.
For the glory of being a powerful figure, style issues can be said to be the Achilles heel of every high-ranking official within the system. As long as they get divorced, they will definitely be poked at.
Zhuang Yan'e said calmly: "To be able to be together requires loyalty, which is the most basic thing. Now our two companies don't have the most basic thing. Forcing them to be together will only make people feel uncomfortable. You don't want to know why this place is like this."
Are there two coffins laid out?"
Wu Debing twitched the corners of his mouth twice, shook his head with a wry smile and said, "There is no need to know. If you want to tell me the truth, why wait until today."
In the eyes of Secretary Wu, the Yin House of the Zhuang Family was meaningless. He never thought that there was anything strange about this house. This old house with the Yin House sign would not make him have the slightest fear. In the past, he was the most
I like to play with my wife in the bedroom which is warm in winter and cool in summer. I remember that it was here that the two brothers Wu Xin and Wu Tian got pregnant while having sex.
Zhuang Yan'e is a bastard who swallows the weight this time and is determined to get a divorce. She has been completely disappointed with Wu Debing. The man in front of her looks like a humble gentleman on the surface, but he can do all kinds of dirty things behind his back. With this kind of
Living with a man becomes more and more intolerable to her, and the things she decides usually won't change.
"You are a smart man. You can definitely find a younger and more beautiful woman than me after the divorce. Everything I do in the future will have nothing to do with the Wu family, so everyone will be relieved." Zhuang Yan'e's tone of voice always remained steady, especially
It was when he said the word "liberation" that he sighed softly.