slack farmer in the wasteland

Chapter 545 Magician

Cang Hai thought viciously in his heart: If I am nosy next time, I will be your grandson!
As a good Chinese citizen, or a good person, Cang Hai naturally called the police immediately, and when the police arrived, he cooperated and recounted everything he saw.

Who knew that Cang Hai encountered trouble that he had never thought of, and after speaking, he was taken back to the police station by the police, and after more than half an hour of interrogation, it was still the same kind of non-stop. I want to connect Cang Hai with that black guy who hardly communicates with him.

Now don’t tell Cang Hai about the high quality of the American police. All those who are obsessed with the high quality of foreigners, even if they haven’t been tricked by others, will be tricked by these so-called high-quality Europeans and Americans in the future, especially in China. The probability of encountering foreign garbage is higher than that of the United States.

Obviously Cang Hai was discriminated against this time.

After half an hour of questioning, Cang Hai still couldn't leave. A fat black policewoman looked at Cang Hai coldly, brought Cang Hai to her seat, and asked Cang Hai to sit down. She didn't know if it was surveillance or what. , anyway, it was a way to keep Cang Hai from her sight, so Cang Hai uttered the voice from above.

While Cang Hai was cursing inwardly, the elevator door rang, and after a second or two, the elevator door opened, and Shi Wei walked out of the elevator.

Walking out with Shi Wei was a tall, thin, bald Caucasian male in his fifties. One could tell from his appearance that this was a lawyer, and he was a very good lawyer at the same time. The handmade suit and the watch on the wrist cost tens of thousands of dollars. As for the leather shoes, the leather bag in the hand is also expensive.

When she came to the side of Cang Hai, Shi Wei saw Cang Hai standing up with a smile, and opened her mouth to ask, "What's going on?"

The lawyer reached out and interrupted the conversation between Shi Wei and Cang Hai, and said directly to the fat policeman, "Can my client leave?"

"It's not up to me to decide." The fat black policeman reached out and pointed at the office behind him, signaling the lawyer to ask his boss.

After hearing this, the lawyer walked towards the door of the office with his bag in his hand without saying a word. After knocking on the door a few times, the lawyer opened the door and walked in.

I don't know what the two of them were talking about in the room, but after less than a minute, the lawyer came out and said to Cang Hai, "Let's go!"

After hearing this, Cang Hai stood up and followed behind the lawyer, took Shi Wei's hand and left the police station.

When he got to the door, the lawyer stood beside his own car, and said to Cang Hai, "They suspect that you are related to a drug case...".

"Isn't this nonsense!" Cang Hai almost laughed out of anger.

Only then did Cang Hai understand that Black Jack was not a serious office worker as he introduced himself, but a fan dealer, and he was quite the awesome one.

But even so, it is not normal for Cang Hai to be questioned. If it was a white person, it would not have been such a long time, and he would not continue to restrict Cang Hai's freedom. As for litigation or something, hehe, a white person A judge or a black judge will turn to a Chinese tourist?Then you really think too much!
In short, this incident proved that the police didn't care about Cang Hai at all. In their eyes, Cang Hai was the same as a black gangster who was randomly locked in the detention center.

"Thank you!"

Cang Hai knows what the so-called justice in the United States is. If you can hire a good lawyer, that is "fairness". If you don't have money, you can't afford a good lawyer.

Therefore, Cang Hai would not complain to the lawyer about the police or the unfairness of the law. When he said thank you, Cang Hai planned to cause some trouble for the police here.

Watching the lawyer leave, Shi Wei said to Cang Hai: "Don't look for trouble in the future, anyway, the dead are Americans, what does it have to do with us, one more thing is worse than one less thing."

"Who would have thought of this?" Cang Hai smiled and reached out to pat the back of his wife's hand, then grabbed Shi Wei's hand, and beckoned a driver to go back to the hotel.At this time, Cang Hai's illusions about the United States are completely shattered. Even if the moon in the United States is round, it is for white people and rich people.

When he arrived at the hotel, Cang Hai saw that Ping An and the others looked anxious, so he smiled and comforted everyone, and then asked everyone to go back to their rooms.

Originally, he planned to go to the pier, but now the police asked him not to leave the city if he had nothing to do, so Cang Hai's going out to sea this time was for the time being.

Can't leave the city, Cang Hai can still go for a stroll, of course, this stroll is not a blind stroll, Cang Hai waits for Shi Wei and others to fall asleep, and then get up secretly one by one, don't shoot guns, just use The space came out from the back of the building, avoiding the camera in front of the door, and then went out of the hotel to get a car for himself nearby.

Thanks to the well-developed Internet in the United States, Cang Hai learned how to 'borrow' other people's cars after searching on a mobile phone.

After getting into the car, Cang Hai turned around in the busiest part of the city. After walking around for about 10 minutes, Cang Hai threw the car away again, took advantage of the space to steal a new car, and drove the new car around again. After 10 minutes, another car was changed.

After changing a few cars, Cang Hai felt that this was not fun, so he went to a fairly high-end club and got a few luxury cars in the parking lot.

After getting a few luxury cars, Cang Hai felt that one of them, the Corvette, was pretty good. He was going to throw it on the beach, but suddenly felt a little bit reluctant.

Sometimes doing bad things can be addictive, so Cang Hai began to walk around the city to 'collect' those cars that look particularly beautiful.Anyway, these people will be insured, and there is no loss for ordinary people. If they don't avenge today's revenge, it is impossible for Cang Hai to fall asleep anyway.

I have to say that the taste of Cang Hai has been brought out by going around. Rich Americans play cars. Some people like tall, advanced and fashionable cars, and some like to play classic cars. Don’t look at the performance of these classic cars. It is backward, and it is not as friendly to drive as a modern car, but the price is definitely daunting for ordinary people.

It happens that a lot of rich Americans like this. Collecting and showing off classic cars is a very deep way to show off their wealth. It is more exciting than driving a big G or Bentley.

Therefore, many American old men like to drive a classic car in suits and leather shoes, and then take a girl to an expensive restaurant for dinner. If a meal does not cost thousands of dollars, it is not worthy of their classic car.

Moreover, getting rich people's cars is completely different from buying cars for the poor in the United States. The pressure on the police is completely different. It's not that simple, at least their cars are expensive, and these people have the ability to trouble the police.

Fully armed, wrapped himself up like a bun, and prepared to hide his whereabouts, Cang Hai turned around seven or eight parking lots, and bought almost five of these classic cars, including Porsches among the brands that Cang Hai knew. , Ferrari and Alvette, anyway, are the kind of cars that are too flamboyant.

After getting a few cars, Cang Hai felt that this was not possible, because he remembered that there was a classic car museum here, which was private in nature, and Cang Hai had visited the cars in it when he came here before, and there were quite a few lonely cars. Goods, that is, one or two cars that exist in the world.

At this time, Cang Hai didn't think too much about it, and rushed to the museum with a posture of the Eight-Nation Allied Forces entering the capital.

Just walking halfway, Cang Hai heard police whistles behind him when he was crossing a traffic light.

"Fuck me!"

Cang Hai kicked the accelerator directly, and the whole car jumped forward. The Mustang GT he got had a bad temper, and the 5.0V8 engine was also very powerful. He kicked the accelerator and heard the sound of the engine output. Cang Hai felt a buzzing pain in his head.

The policeman at the back saw that the criminal in front was about to run away, but he also knew that he was not even qualified to eat ashes behind the Mustang GT with his broken Ford, so he chased and called for reinforcements.

It's 01:30 at night. Except for places like nightclubs, Mei usually goes home early, so there are really not many cars on the road. Coupled with the blessing of the Mustang GT, Cang Hai is running high.

Cang Hai has never done the work of breaking the law and debugging the police before, but now he looks through the rearview mirror and finds five or six police cars whimpering behind him eating ashes, Cang Hai immediately feels a sense of satisfaction.

Of course, Cang Hai is still a life-saving person, and he is not at ease about his driving skills, so he directly opened the entrance of the space in front of his driving position, so that whenever there is any danger, Cang Hai can jump in the blink of an eye into space.

Playing like this, Cang Hai's skills are a bit 'against the sky' in the eyes of the police behind him. He is interested in any moves, like deliberately waiting for the police to catch up, and then he kicked the accelerator and brought the handbrake to come out like a dragon He swung his tail, then ran into a police car and ran back.

Anyway, tonight, the policeman following Cang Hai felt like he was going crazy.

Soon Cang Hai realized that the American police were well equipped. Because two helicopters appeared in the sky, Cang Hai enjoyed the blessing of the spotlight for the first time in his life. The bright spotlights of the two helicopters shone on the Mustang GT in turn. At the same time, some people kept shouting at Cang Hai.

"xxx, stop your car!..."

How can Cang Hai be willing to stop, now he is having fun!
But soon, Cang Hai was a little dumbfounded, because he was not from here, and he was not familiar with the roads of the city. In addition, there was a police car chasing after him, and a helicopter flying overhead, so he got into a dead end.

For others, a dead end means the end. As long as it is blocked by the police, there is no other way but to arrest it.

The policemen who followed Cang Hai thought the same way. Seeing that Cang Hai plunged into a dead end, with ten-story buildings on both sides, and a ten-meter-high wall at the end of the alley, all the policemen were about to vent their anger. own joy.

Seven or eight police cars guarded the exit in a fan shape, fearing that the GT would suddenly jump out and hit the police car again, so these people also carefully arranged tire-punched carpets, not only that, but also arranged snipers to deal with emergencies .

After all this was done, four policemen took the lead, holding a bright flashlight in one hand and a gun in the other, shouting loudly into the dark alley as they walked into the alley.

Cang Hai was not willing to listen to it, and Cang Hai couldn't hear it either. The policemen had been busy at the end of the alley for almost 5 minutes, and the two helicopters above them kept sweeping the lights along the three walls. When everyone thought it was safe, and finally caught this son of a bitch motorcyclist who dared to provoke the scum of the Great American police, Cang Hai had already changed to a land tank, and the Cadillac Escalade whistled four blocks away , Continue to set off towards the classic car museum.

A group of more than a dozen police officers entered the alley in several rows. Everyone was dumbfounded when their flashlights shone on the wall together.

A dozen or so policemen began to grope the three walls in disbelief, and kept groping for more than half an hour before they gave up.

"Fuck, what's going on? Why is the car gone? Is Beachy a magician!"

A policeman cursed and expressed the feelings of all the policemen present.

(End of this chapter)