Blackstone Code Chapter 1337: Frequently

Actually, many people will have a question when they witness, or hear, or see the car accident caused by the loss of control of the vehicle in the film and television works.

If it were me, what would I do?

People with no operating skills may soon give up on this problem, but some people with operating skills will think about how to get back the lost car.

But it's not that simple.

Due to the limitations of technology and other reasons, the steering of cars in the Federation at this time does not have a power assist system.

Once the direction is out of control, the huge force and direction will lock the steering wheel to the left or right, and use human power to fight against this force?

It would be more reliable to open the door and stick out one foot - step on the ground and stop the car!

The warden was calm when the vehicle lost control. He tried to save the steering wheel, but apparently he couldn't, and he did two things next.

First thing, protect your body and keep some distance between your body and the structure of the car.

Second thing, keep the pistol in your hand.

If it wasn't an accident...it certainly wasn't an accident, then the other party would definitely come down to check on the situation.

At that time, it was the best time for him to fight back!

The car lost its direction and rushed out of the road. Outside the roadbed is the wilderness, and the ground near the road is relatively firmer.

The warden was fortunate that the car did not tip over, and after several collisions with rocks, it came to a stop.

He planned to play dead, but what he didn't expect was that the big truck that knocked him off the road didn't stop, and the driver didn't get down.

The truck roared away in the direction of the city, and the warden in the car even forgot to record the license plate!

Is this... an accident?

Or is there some other conspiracy?

He sat in the car and pretended to be unconscious. After waiting for a while, no one approached.

Occasionally a car or two will pass by on the road, but apparently none of those people are caring.

Not only did they not stop to see what happened to the car that ran off the road, they sped away from here.

These days, the law loses its effectiveness without the illuminating sphere of civilization's neon lights!

After a while, the warden gave up his disguise, and he got out of the car and looked around. It didn't look like someone was ambushing him.

He went back to the car, which unfortunately is no longer moving.

After the car ran off the road, it collided with a lot of rocks and could not start.

He hammered the roof hard and cursed angrily.

He still doesn't understand, is this an accident or a premeditated attack?

But whatever it is, he has to get out of here now.

Without a car, he could only walk. On the way, he tried to hitch a ride, but people saw a man and had no interest in stopping at all.

As he walked, he gestured for a hitchhiker until about five o'clock when a police car pulled up beside him.

"Need help, sir?"

The warden carefully and carefully identified that it was the Interstate Patrol.

Their job is to patrol the interstate, and the deterrent is greater than their actual job requirements.

Crime on federal interstates is common because there are often no witnesses in these locations and it is easier to dispose of bodies or debris.

In an effort to reduce crime rates and deter the brutality of these criminals, states have increased inspections of interstate highways.

After confirming that the two officers did not appear to be impersonators, the warden spoke out about what happened to him.

"Do you remember the license plate of that car?" In the car, a policeman drove the policeman, and the other took a note for him.

The warden shook his head. "It all happened so fast, and I was so nervous that I couldn't remember the license plate of the truck."

The policeman showed a somewhat regretful expression, "So we can't catch the guy as fast as possible. Besides these, is there anything else to add?"

The police handed the transcript to the warden. He took it and glanced at it. After confirming that there was nothing to modify, he confirmed his name with the help of the patrolman.

Soon the city appeared in front of them, at which point the warden breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he entered the confines of the city, everything was safe.

After refusing to go to the hospital, the car ended up at the gate of an upscale neighborhood in the city.

After thanking the two patrol officers for their help, the warden was about to leave when the officer who had been communicating with him stopped him.

"My father once told me that it's not terrible to do something wrong, as long as you realize it in time..."

When he heard this sentence, the warden was a little puzzled. It was all the **** and what. He even thought he had heard it wrong?

Or bumped into his head?

He turned to look at the policeman in the car with a confused look, "Sorry, what did you just say?"

The policeman just continued to laugh and said, "It's too late to call to apologize, don't wait until everything is irreversible, and then regret it!"

"Good luck, sir!"

The policeman left slowly, and the warden stood there for a long time. He still couldn't understand the meaning of the last two sentences that the policeman said.

He subconsciously took out of his pocket the business card the police had handed him earlier. Valley

This was given to him by the police when he was in the car before, saying it was their business card and he could call them if he remembered any details.

At the time, he didn't care and put it in his pocket, but when he took it out and looked closely, he realized that the name "Noel Green" was actually written on it!

An indescribable feeling filled his body, the business card in his hand seemed to become hot, and he shivered and fell to the ground.

He knew that the other party told him this way that they could kill him quietly and make him all right, as long as he made the call and lowered his head.

If the warden at this time is an ordinary middle class whose edges and corners have been smoothed out in society, then he will bow his head at this time.

But he is the warden, the emperor of his own small kingdom, and he can't bow his head so easily.

He looked at the business card on the ground, and many ideas were instantly born in his mind and then smothered by himself.

Eventually he picks up the business card, but he doesn't plan to hit it right away.

He needs to make the Brothers Grimm understand that he won't bow his head, but in a different way.

These people on the opposite side can find someone, and he can find someone, and everyone will sit down and talk about it in a relatively equal way, and then solve it, instead of bowing their heads.

He returned home, and his wife opened the door for him. Although he was a little surprised, he was a little embarrassed, but the greatest good news was that he was okay.

He didn't tell his wife what happened during this time, even his embarrassment, he just said that the car broke down on the road.

He doesn't want anyone to worry about himself, worry about other things.

At nine o'clock in the evening, he contacted the staff of the governor of the state. It is not an easy task to be able to do a private prison.

In addition to having money, you also need to have enough connections in the federal government and strong connections in the Department of Justice.

Otherwise, everyone knows this stuff makes money, so why let you do it, right?

After contacting his friend, the warden explained the situation on his side, and the other party also expressed his willingness to help him and the Brothers Grimm, and Fox Jr. as a middleman, let them sit down and settle the matter peacefully Lose.

With this arrangement, the warden finally breathed a sigh of relief.

A portion of his income, about one-third, is channeled through various channels to various state officials.

Now that he's in trouble, these people are supposed to step up and help him out, and that's how federal capitalists and officials get along.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the warden fell asleep with a lot of thought.

On the other side, Noel glanced at his watch and shook his head.

Obviously, the warden won't call to bow his head and apologize.

"We are underestimated!"

Fern is polishing his shoes with one foot on the table.

He spent about a thousand dollars on these shoes and liked them very much.

Actually, money doesn't matter, what matters is love. It's hard to make a pair of handmade shoes exactly the same. He always takes great care of these shoes.

Putting down the shoe-shining tool, he sorted out his attire, "If I say we didn't need to give him this opportunity from the beginning, it made me miss "Millionaire", today is the monthly finale !”

Noel shook his head, "We have to learn to be civilized people, and you can watch tomorrow's replay..."

The two brothers turned off the lights and left the office in tandem.

The next day, the warden put on his best suit and dressed up with his wife for his son's high school graduation.

The ceremony is divided into two parts, one is held during the day, the school teachers, parents and students will participate together to summarize the development and changes of the students in the past three years~IndoMTL.com~ and imagine their future.

It's all nice to say.

The other part is the evening prom. After all, the boys and girls are about to part, and they must be given a chance to release their passion.

Dancing, then deep one-on-one conversations or promiscuity, there is always something for them.

This is the last harbor in their life journey, and they will face the storm of life after leaving.

As long as you dare to speak, you may not be able to achieve the wish that has not been achieved for three years.

A little after nine o'clock, the warden and his wife showed up on the high school campus.

This is a private high school, and the expensive emerald turf is filled with parents of graduates from all walks of life, the worst middle class.

It is also a very special experience for them.

Everyone is chatting, everything is so perfect.

Coser is preparing his speech, and he will give a speech later as a student representative.

He has been preparing for this day for a long time.

At this moment, someone found him, "Someone said you have a package waiting to be signed at the school gate, you have to go..."

Coser smiled and thanked him and left the backstage. He saw the warden and his mother and waved.

He makes a sign to get something and walks towards the school gate.

His mother held the warden's arm with a happy smile on her face, "He's so handsome, he's going to be an amazing person."

The warden also nodded proudly. He looked at his son, at his slender back, and at the school gate, signing on a clipboard.

"Yes, he will be a..."

The next second, a car from nowhere slammed into him!