Living on a deserted island, the cold female president regards me as king

"What else can I do? Who told you to kill that young couple?"

I didn't look sideways, and sneered back.

Right now, facing the pursuit of the local police station, we don't have much choice.

Either flee or fight.

No matter which one it is, I have my own coping strategies, and I have great confidence to keep the situation under my own control.

The black man stared at me angrily, but at this moment, he had nothing to do with me.

"Derry, Darry!"

The black man turned his head and shouted at the white man sitting behind me: "Find a way to stop them, fast! Only you can do it!"

His mind was spinning quite fast, and in this emergency situation, his train of thought didn't get messed up.

"Can't do it."

"what?"

However, the answer Darry gave him surprised him immensely.

"We are driving too fast. I have no way to attack them in this situation, let alone block them." In the rearview mirror, Darry's expression remained the same as before.

"Damn!"

The black man slammed his fist on the seat in a helpless rage.

And I stepped on the gas pedal calmly, looking through the rearview mirror, observing the police cars that were quickly catching up.

"Vehicles with tail numbers [-], please slow down and pull over immediately!"

"One last warning, please stop driving immediately! Otherwise we will resort to violence!"

I stepped on the brake to the bottom, and with the harsh friction sound, our truck also slowly stopped on the side of the road.

Police cars coming from behind quickly surrounded us.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy!"

The black man panicked, grabbed my neck with his backhand, and pulled me up. He yelled at me, "How can you park here!"

"if not?"

I shrugged helplessly, then pointed outside, the police stations who got out of the car one after another: "Are you going to have a shootout with them?"

"Bitch!"

The black man was speechless by me.

At this time, the local police station has surrounded us, and many of them have even pointed their guns at us, as if it has been confirmed that we are terrorists.

"Get down!"

"Come on!"

The leading burly men in uniform roared and waved their guns at our heads through the car window. There is no doubt that if we linger for a while, they will definitely be dealt with on the spot.

After all, I have heard about the strength of law enforcement by the US police department.

"We promise to cooperate!"

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, the black man immediately released his grip on my neck, turned his head and put on a smiling face, pushed open the car door, and walked down slowly with his head in his hands.

He was the first to get off and the first to suffer.

As soon as he got out of the car, he was kicked on the waist by a leading sheriff, and he kicked the two-meter-tall black man to the ground with force. Immediately afterwards, several colleagues around him immediately took Handcuffed and handcuffed the black man's arms.

This scene made me tremble with fear.

Good guy, as expected of the American police, this method of law enforcement is straightforward and neat.

Of course, what frightened me was not their law enforcement methods, but the black man. If this guy got angry, it is estimated that none of the more than 20 police officers present could survive.

"Hit and run, yes, you nigger!"

It can be heard from the sheriff's words that the sheriff is a racist.

The United States has a long history of discrimination against blacks, which is unavoidable. Fortunately, blacks still have a little sense and did not break out at this time.

"And you two, come down quickly!"

He often entertained me in the same way, feeling the cold touch on my wrist, I couldn't help sneering a few times, and when I looked up, I saw the sheriff walking towards me.

Ok?
I raised my eyebrows, and then I saw him raise his big hand, and directly tore off my helmet and mask.

"You little Bichi, you are so tightly wrapped, it doesn't look like a good thing at first glance!"

As soon as the vulgar insults were over, there was a sound of surprise.

"Huh!"

A dozen police officers around me, including the sheriff in front of me, were shocked by my appearance.

No one thought that what was hidden under the mask turned out to be an ugly face covered with scars, which were still densely covered with black blood scabs.

"It looks very chic."

Ridiculous words popped out of the sheriff's mouth again, but it was obvious that I aroused his curiosity.

He strode up to me, pulled my hair up, and made me raise my head: "Tell me, what's the matter with the injury on your face?"

"My family has a cat. You know, it's really shameless to see people."

I lied casually, but it was obvious that such a cheap lie of mine would not be able to fool the sheriff.

He sneered, and then greeted his men, I opened the car and the cargo box behind the car.

"Search!"

"Do you have a search warrant?"

Just when everyone was about to do something, Darry spoke up. Compared to the blacks, he was the calmest among us.

"search warrant?"

The sheriff lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and flicked the ash on Darry's head: "Here, I am the search warrant, understand? A hit-and-run kid."

After all, the sheriff waved his hand: "Continue!"

Except for the sheriff and the three police officers who guarded us, the rest of the staff were devoted to the search work. Of course, some of them took this camera and took a picture of the front of our big truck. non-stop.

"One white, one black, one Asian."

"I really don't understand how you guys got together? Smuggling drugs?"

The bearded sheriff, in his late forties, eyed us curiously, unaware that they had been in trouble since the moment he met us.

"Report the sheriff, the cargo box won't open!"

"Can't open?"

After getting the report from his subordinates, the sheriff once again set his sights on the few of us. He threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground and smashed it out.

"I guessed it right?"

"We are good people, we are in business, and there is gold in it."

Darry stared at the sheriff calmly: "According to the local law, you must let us go!"

Snapped--

As soon as Darry finished speaking, a clear and loud slap landed on his face, followed by the sheriff's sarcasm.

"Don't play with the law with me!"

"The fact of hit-and-run has been established, plus you are suspected of smuggling drugs, wait to be prosecuted!"