In 1990, I drove a taxi in Xiangjiang

Chapter 50 The Unexpected Visit 86
When the car passed the Xuechang Street Bridge in Central, Shao Xiangbei suddenly spoke.

"Give me your gun."

Looking at the open palm stretched towards the back seat, Wu Ruoyi's grandmother hesitated for a moment, but took out the pistol from her bag and put it in Shao Xiangbei's palm.

Shao Xiangbei took out a towel from the storage compartment of the car to wipe off the fingerprints on the pistol and revolver, then put it into the bag for storing the ammunition casings of the gun, opened the car door and threw it into the river under the bridge.

"You are really careful."

"Were you a killer before you drove a cab?"

Wu Ruoyi's grandmother looked at Shao Xiangbei's face from the rearview mirror of the car.

Shao Xiangbei put the car in gear and drove forward, and all traces were cleaned up. Even if something happened, it should not be found on his head.

"You don't need to test me."

"I'm really just a taxi driver."

Wu Ruoyi's grandma smiled, and put her arms around her, as if she could believe it or not.

Shao Xiangbei didn't bother to pay attention to this dazed woman.

An hour later, the car was parked in the parking lot of the Peninsula Hotel.

Shao Xiangbei took Wu Ruoyi's grandmother directly to the fifth floor.

Opening the door of room 503, Shao Xiangbei took a step back to signal Wu Ruoyi's grandma to go in, and then he closed the door.

Shao Xiangbei leaned against the wall by the door and lit a cigarette for himself.

Hearing the cry of the little girl inside, Shao Xiangbei just silently looked at the empty corridor.

"Lost passenger's long-distance mission progress is 50.00% complete"

"The remaining tasks need to be triggered by the progress to be accepted."

The sound of the system made Shao Xiangbei a little confused. He thought that all the tasks about Wu Ruoyi were over, but he didn't expect that the progress of the whole task was only 50.00% completed.

In other words, Shao Xiangbei can still squeeze 3-4 attribute points from Wu Ruoyi, a small NPC.

It's just that Shao Xiangbei has no idea how to trigger the next task, just like the previous two small tasks were triggered because he saw the painting that Wu Ruoyi drew.

Whether the next task can trigger success seems to depend on God's will.

Shao Xiangbei walked to the elevator entrance, threw the cigarette butt into the trash can and looked at his watch, only to realize that it was time to pick up Shao Yuru.

Reaching out to press the elevator button, as for Wu Ruoyi, grandparents and grandson, whether they go or stay is their own decision, and Shao Xiangbei doesn't want to interfere with them.

The car was on the way to pick up Shao Yuru, Shao Xiangbei couldn't help but think of Uncle Ji's words at noon.

His father is alive and living in deep shock.

Life seems to be unsatisfactory, with a holed vest, sitting on the roadbed and smoking a cigarette.

A scruffy look.

He had to ask his sister some words.

This may not be his own knot, but he must do something for the original owner of his body, and of course his sister Shao Yuru.

If everything is true as Uncle Ji said, then this matter is really complicated.

Zhongxiao Street, the gate of Carmel Middle School.

Shao Xiangbei stopped the car as usual and waited for his sister Shao Yuru to leave school.

Looking at the electronic watch, there is only a quarter of an hour left before school ends.

Putting his hands behind his head, Shao Xiangbei closed his eyes to enjoy this moment of peace.

After a few minutes
"boom!"

"Boom!"

The muffled throttle roar was getting closer.

Shao Xiangbei opened his eyes and saw a white 86 parked sideways in front of his car.

With the familiar sound and the same white body, Shao Xiangbei recognized at a glance from the front windshield that this was the Toyota 86 he had driven before.

Sure enough, it was Zeng Ziming who came out of the cab of 86.

Shao Xiangbei remembered that Zeng Ziming gave him a business card back then.

Shao Xiangbei's impression of Zeng Ziming was neither good nor bad.

The window of the driver's cab was knocked twice by Zeng Ziming who came over. Shao Xiangbei opened the window and looked at the man in front of him who hadn't shaved his beard for several days in puzzlement.

"I knew you would come here, can you come down and talk?"

Zeng Ziming's throat was a little hoarse, and his eyes were also bloodshot red.

Shao Xiangbei looked the decadent man in front of him up and down, but he couldn't match up with the gentle and polite image before him.

Shao Xiangbei opened the car door and walked down, only to find that Zeng Ziming was already leaning on the butt of 86's car and smoking a cigarette.

"That's not how cigarettes are smoked."

Zeng Ziming pinched the cigarette butt with the thumb and index finger of his right hand, with a bitter smile on his face, took another drag on the cigarette, and stamped out the cigarette butt.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Maybe it was because he sucked too much, Zeng Ziming coughed violently.

"Did something happen?"

Zeng Ziming, bent over and coughing, raised his head to meet Shao Xiangbei's gaze, and grabbed Shao Xiangbei's arm with both hands.

"I need your help."

Looking at Zeng Ziming's bloodshot eyes, Shao Xiangbei said unhurriedly.

"You'd better tell me what happened first."

Zeng Ziming settled down, reached into his trouser pocket, took out a shriveled cigarette case, and checked that it was empty.

"Is there any smoke?"

Shao Xiangbei took out the remaining half pack of cigarettes and handed them to him.

"Thank you."

Zeng Ziming took out one and lit it for himself, and passed another one to Shao Xiangbei.

"Let's talk about your business."

Shao Xiangbei also lit a cigarette.

The butts of the two cigarettes shone orange-red.

Zeng Ziming took a puff of smoke, his face full of bitterness.

"Do you remember that night when LIG broke Deng Le's leg?"

Shao Xiangbei nodded, he naturally remembered that Lightning broke a leg of that yellow-haired Deng Le with an iron rod before he left.

At the same time, Shao Xiangbei also remembered the phone call Xu Fei had made to him earlier.

"Did you get revenge?"

Zeng Ziming nodded and shook his head.

"Deng Le's brother Deng Jun is out of prison."

"Deng Jun had a match with LIG three days ago."

"LIG lost?"

Shao Xiangbei asked this question, but he had already determined the answer in his heart.

Zeng Liming took a deep puff of his cigarette, nodded and said.

"Deng Jun won."

"LIG lost completely."

"Then you don't look like this."

"Did LIG's leg also be broken?"

Zeng Liming shook his head, but said a less optimistic result.

"LIG got caught."

"Caught?"

"For illegal racing?"

The image of Xu Fei appeared in Shao Xiangbei's mind, thinking that Xu Fei's undercover mission was a complete success.

"Poison hiding!"

"Deng Jun is from Lianshengying."

"He ordered someone to hide that packet of washing powder in LIG's trunk."

"Xiaotong is also dead."

Zeng Liming coughed and covered his face with his left hand.

A big man just stood beside Shao Xiangbei and wept silently.

Shao Xiangbei took a puff of cigarette silently.

When he left, he advised Lightning not to play drag racing anymore, and if he really likes speed, he should go to those regular races.

The real value of a driver is not to enjoy the excitement of speed under the premise of violating the regulations, but to sweat and adrenaline on the field to obtain the glory that truly belongs to him.

(End of this chapter)