blackstone code

Chapter 1336 Frequent occurrence
In fact, many people will think about a question when they witness, or hear, or see those car accidents caused by out-of-control vehicles from film and television works.

What would I do if it were me?
People without operating skills may quickly give up on this problem, but those with some operating skills will think about how to regain the car that is out of control.

But the truth is not so simple.

Due to the limitations of technology and other reasons, the steering of the Federation's cars 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 car door and stretch out one foot-step on the ground to stop the car!
The warden was calm when the vehicle lost control. He tried to save the steering wheel, but obviously he couldn't. He did two things next.

The first thing is to protect your body so that there is still some distance between your body and the structure of the car.

The second thing, hold the pistol in your hand.

If it wasn't an accident...of course it wasn't an accident, then the other party would definitely come down to check 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 was the wild land, and the ground near the road was relatively firm.

The warden was lucky that the car did not overturn and stopped after several collisions with rocks.

He was going 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 off either.

The truck roared and sped towards the city, and the warden sitting in the car even forgot to remember the license plate!
Is this... an accident?

Or is there some other conspiracy?

He sat in the car pretending to be unconscious, and waited for a while, but no one approached.

Occasionally, a car or two will pass by on the road, but it is clear that those people have no love.

Instead of stopping to see what happened to the car that went off the road, they sped away.

These days, the law loses its effectiveness if it leaves the illuminated range of the neon lights of civilization!
After a while, the warden gave up his disguise, 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 had stopped moving.

After the car rushed out of the road, it collided with many stones and could no longer start.

He hammered the roof of the car hard and cursed a few words angrily.

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

But whatever it was, he had to get out of here now.

Without a car, he could only walk. He tried to hitchhike on the road, but people saw that it was a man, and they 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 Highway Patrol.

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

Crimes are common on federal interstates because there are often no witnesses and it is easier to dispose of dead bodies or wreckage.

In order to reduce the incidence of crime and to deter the cruelty of these criminals, various states have increased the inspection of interstate highways.

After confirming that the two police officers were not fake, the warden spoke out about his experience.

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

The warden shook his head, "Everything happened so fast at that time, I was also very nervous, and I couldn't remember what the license plate of the truck was."

The policeman showed a somewhat regretful expression, "This way we can't catch that guy as quickly as possible. Apart from these, is there anything else to add?"

The police handed the transcript to the warden. After taking it, he took a look and made sure that there was nothing to modify. With the help of the patrolman, he confirmed his name.

Soon the city appeared in front of them. At this time, the warden breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they entered the city, everything would be safe.

After refusing to go to the hospital, the car eventually stopped at the door of an upscale neighborhood in the city.

After thanking the two patrolmen for their help, when the warden was about to leave, the policeman who had been in charge of communicating with him stopped him.

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

The warden was a little puzzled when he heard this sentence, what the hell was all this, he even thought he heard it wrong?
Or hit his head in the collision?

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

The policeman just continued to smile and said, "It's still too late to call and apologize, don't regret it when everything is irreparable!"

"Good luck, sir!"

The police left slowly, and the warden stood there for a long time. He still couldn't figure out what the last two words of the policeman meant.

He subconsciously took out the business card that the police gave him before from his pocket.

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

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

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

He knew that the other party told him in this way that they could kill him quietly or make him all right, as long as he made this call and bowed 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, he can't bow his head so easily.

He looked at the business card on the ground, many kinds of ideas were born in his mind in an instant and were stifled by himself at the same time.

Eventually he picked up the card, but he didn't intend to call right away.

He needs to let Brothers Grimm understand that he will not bow his head, but use another way.

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

When he returned home, his wife opened the door for him. Although he was a little surprised that he was a little embarrassed, he was fine, which was the best news.

He didn't tell his wife what happened during this period, and even his embarrassment was just that the car broke down on the road.

He didn't want anyone to worry about himself or other things.

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

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

Otherwise, everyone knows that this thing makes money, so why did 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, the Brothers Grimm, and Little Fox as an intermediary, asking them to sit down and resolve the matter peacefully.

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

Every year, a part of his income, about one-third, is sent to various state officials through various channels.

Now that he is in trouble, these people should stand up and help him solve the trouble. This is how the capitalists and officials of the Federation get along.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the warden fell asleep with a heavy heart.

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

Obviously, the warden will not call to bow his head and apologize.

"We are underestimated!"

Fern had one foot on the table as he polished his own shoes.

He spent a thousand yuan on these shoes, and he likes them very much.

In fact, money is not important, what is important is liking. It is difficult to make exactly the same handmade shoes. He always loves this pair of shoes.

Putting down the shoe shine tool, he tidied up his attire, "I would say that we didn't need to give him this chance from the beginning, which made me miss "Millionaire", today is the monthly final!"

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

The two brothers turned off the lights and left the office one after the other.

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

The ceremony was divided into two parts, one was held during the day, the school teachers, parents, and the student council participated together, summarizing the development and changes of the students in the past three years, and imagining their future.

It's all nice to say.

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

Dance, then one-on-one in-depth communication 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 fulfill your wish that has not been fulfilled for three years.

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

It was a private high school, and its expensive emerald-green turf was filled with parents of graduates from all walks of life, middle class at worst.

This is also a very special experience for them.

Everyone chatting, everything is so perfect.

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

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

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

Cosser smiled and thanked and left the stage. He saw the warden and his mother and waved.

After making a gesture to get something, he walked towards the school gate.

His mother held the warden's arm, with a happy smile on her face, "He is so handsome, he will definitely become a great 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's going to be a..."

In the next second, a car came from nowhere and slammed into him hard!
(End of this chapter)