perfect arc

Chapter 47 Chapter 47: Punish you!Not because of your foul!
"~~Slightly~~"

Inside the car, there was a sound, the mouse first pressed the electric window button, the window was raised, and then slammed the handbrake lever next to the thigh, and the red coupe obediently stopped on the side of the road.

Cabine felt that the situation was very bad. He turned his head and saw the traffic policeman jumping off the police motorcycle and walking towards the car.The mounted policeman was wearing a safety helmet, a black and gray police uniform, gloves on his hands, and black sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. He looked handsome. . .

Kabinet looked at the watch on his wrist again. . .

Fortunately, there is still plenty of time, and I thought that I would not be late for the meeting with coach Setazi later.

The Mashu, who had been wantonly all the way just now, was quite discouraged at this time, but to save face, he took out his wallet and said to Cabine, "Don't worry! Small things! I'll take care of them!"

The world is unpredictable, and Kabinet neither expected that the mouse would come to rescue him, nor did he expect to be stopped by the traffic police again.However, this is not the first time he has seen the squirrel speeding fast. Before, it was just the squirrel's personal behavior, but this time the squirrel's racing has something to do with him.

Kabinet felt conflicted as he bumped the back of his head against the soft leather of the seat.

He has always opposed the behavior of speeding and racing.But if the car hadn't been driven faster just now, the reporters would have a great chance to catch up.

The entangled conflict made Kabinet's throat burn very uncomfortable.

"~Boom~Boom~Boom~"

The mounted policeman came to the driver's door and knocked on the window with his right hand.

Mashu pretended to be taken aback, and asked in the car: "Officer! What's the matter?"

Mounted police shouted outside: "Press down the window..."

Mock-Squirrel did so, and the car windows were like his playthings.Dominated by the mouse, he slowly slid into the car door.

The car window was opened, and unexpectedly, a gust of cool wind blew into the car, making Kabinet shiver. . .

The mounted policeman bent down, looked at the driver, Mashu, and said, "Turn off the engine of the car!"

Squirrel did as he did. He turned the key to get out of the car, and the sports car was instantly quiet.

The mounted policeman continued: "Driver's license! ID card! Thank you!"

The mouse did as he did, and took out his driver's license and ID card from the wallet he had prepared, and handed them to the mounted policeman.

The mounted policeman took it, put the two documents in his palm, and checked them carefully.

At this moment, the mouse turned to Kabini and said, "It's all right! It's a trivial matter!"

Kabinet didn't respond much, but just smiled helplessly.Maybe he really thought it was a small matter, or that the Mock-mouse would take care of it.

"Here! Get back your papers!" said the mounted policeman forcefully.

Mashu did as he did, took back his ID with both hands, and put it back in his wallet.Then he asked again: "Officer! Are you all right?"

The mounted policeman let out a "~hum~" and said, "It's all right? Do you think it's all right?"

Mashu was stunned, guilty for a while, and stared at the mounted policeman, as if he knew that he would be punished.

Afterwards, the mounted policeman unbuttoned the pouch tied around his waist, took out a square speedometer from the pouch, and held the speedometer in front of the mice, saying:
"See for yourself! How far have you exceeded the speed limit?"

The squirrel did so, stretched its neck to look, and saw the number displayed on the screen of the speedometer: 95km/h
Seeing the mashu's deceitful appearance, the mounted policeman let out a "~hum~" again.

Then he said: "The speed limit on this road is 80km/h! There are signs on the side of the road, but you still dare to challenge the traffic laws. Tell me, is this all right?"

Seeing that the truth has been exposed, Mashu has no choice but to put away his oily head and wait for the mounted police to deal with it.

In this case, the Mounted Police will not draw their guns, at most they will only [reward] a ticket.

The mounted policeman holds a pen and draws that picture on the ticket paper. This ticket will definitely be taken!

During a series of processes, Kabinet didn't say much, not because he was cowardly, but because he felt that he was stopped by the traffic police for the first time in his life, and he just wanted to see what it felt like to be ticketed by [Reward]. . . ?
Mashu is not the case, he has the cheek to do the last rescue.

He said anxiously: "Officer! Give it a chance! Okay?"

The mounted policeman ignored him, put on the black sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and continued to issue the ticket in a calm manner.

The mouse did not give up and said: "I am the star of the Granada team---Van Kakit...!"

The mounted policeman suddenly stopped the pen in his hand, fixed the tip of the pen on the ticket paper, tilted his head and said to the mouse:

"Even if the speeding person is the king of Spain, I will issue this ticket!"

Hearing that, the mouse was completely defeated. He put his hands on the steering wheel and let out a sigh of disappointment.

The mounted policeman took this into his eyes and said: "If you hurt other passers-by because of your speeding, are you still ashamed to say 'give me another chance'?"

Mashu also made a "~hum~" and said, "I admit it, you can continue to issue tickets!"

Kabini, who was at the side, leaned close to the Mock-mouse and said, "It doesn't matter! Just take it as a lesson!"

Squirrel replied: "~~~~Shh! Don't talk! Let him drive! He can issue as many tickets as he wants!"

Kabinet took a slam from the door, and retreated in frustration.

Soon, the mounted policeman tore off the ticket, handed it to the mouse, and said in a cold tone: "Remember to pay the fine on time! Otherwise, the fine will be doubled!"

Without even turning its head, the mouse hurriedly accepted the ticket and asked, "Can I leave now?"

The mounted policeman said: "Yes! But no more speeding! Let me catch you again, hum~~! The consequences will not be as simple as issuing a ticket!"

Mashu didn't answer, and pressed the electric button of the car window hard, and the car window was played by him again, and slowly raised.

He turned the car key, and the red two-door sports car was started. From the sound of the car's engine, the sports car would change its style and turn to a low profile.

The mounted policeman nodded slightly, satisfied with the situation, and returned to his police motorcycle. . .

Mashu loosened the handbrake lever and drove away from the scene of being punished.

The sports car was very obedient, and the speed could not be said to be very slow, but it did not exceed the speed limit.

Inside the car, Kabinet wondered: Mashu's annual salary exceeds 400 million euros, but he cares about a speeding ticket?
Is it too good of face?Or do you just want to play tricks in front of the mounted police?

He asked himself again: If he was the one who was fined, would he still count a mere ticket?

What about your own face?Kabinet is very sure that he does not have the symptoms of [extreme desire to save face].

That. . .What about in the arena?Cabine was taken aback, thinking that he would do everything in his power to win every game!He doesn't like to lose. . .

I don't like to lose!Is it a good show?Or a strong performance?More likely, it is a combination of both.

The sense of contradiction suddenly struck again.

What is it?Kirby was extremely confused in his heart, he ignored the Mashu for the time being, and buried his head, trying to figure it out.

There are many forks in this road.

The existence of the road sign made Mashu handle the direction of the car properly.

The end of autumn has passed, and the big dark green trees on the roadside are still there, with dry leaves hanging on the bare branches. Although the sports car is not high-speed, but the moment it passes the big trees, a few dead leaves are still shaken off the branches .

The dead leaves floated down, and when it landed, the sports car had already swept hundreds of meters away. . .

inside the car,

"Hey! Can I find you a random coffee shop?" the Squirrel asked suddenly.

"Okay!" Kabinet replied quickly.

Immediately, Mashu slowed down the car a little to see if there were coffee shops on both sides of the road.

The idiot also thought to himself: This speed!You should be satisfied!
It seems that he is still struggling with the ticket.

In today's era, it can be said that it is not difficult to find any place. . .

So Kabinet was not idle, took out his mobile phone, clicked on the Internet, and searched for nearby coffee shops.

2 minutes but,
"Turn left at the intersection ahead and go straight. After three intersections, turn right and go for about 100 meters..."

Kabini looked at the phone and said.

"Okay!" The mouse returned quickly.

The sports car followed the direction Kabinet pointed out, and after a while, the mouse stopped the car on the side of the road.

"Here we are!" said the Mock-mouse.

Kabinet raised his head, looked out the car window, and said, "Well! It's here!"

After speaking, he unbuckled his seat belt, opened the door, and jumped out of the car.

At this time, the mouse behind him said: "Behave better! Don't be rude!"

outside the car,

After listening to Mashu's half-joking and half-sincere words, Kabini's reaction was: "Stop getting a ticket!"

The mouse came to play immediately, pretending to be angry, grabbed the ticket placed in front of the windshield with one hand, pinched it with two palms, and the ticket immediately turned into a ball of waste paper.

Immediately afterwards, he threw the paper ticket into the back seat. . .

Say: "What ticket? I can't see the ticket!"

Kabinet, who was standing by the car, smiled and said, "Idiot~~! Alright! Thank you for saving me! Go to the wedding now! Be careful on the road!"

The mouse stretched out his left thumb and drove away.

Kabinet also turned around and walked towards the coffee room in front of him. . .

"Welcome! Sir! Who are you?"

As soon as Kabinet entered the coffee room, he was asked by the waiter in front of the door.

Kabini didn't move his mouth, just smiled and stretched out three fingers politely.

"Three? Okay! Come with me, please!" the waiter replied.

After walking six or seven steps, Kabini was ushered to a well-lit seat by the waiter. After seeing it, Kabini felt that the location was not ideal, so he asked, "Is there any seat with darker light?"

The waiter was not in a hurry and said, "Yes! This way...!"

Cabinet followed the waiter, walked inside, and made a small turn. . .

This is the only dead corner of the coffee room, where there is a small oval glass table with iron frame, a half-meter-high green potted plant is placed on the left side of the table, and three small soft sofas are placed on each side of the table.

Cabine said, "Here it is! Thank you!"

After finishing speaking, he fell on the small sofa and straightened himself up. Before the waiter could speak, he asked first, "Do you have [Colombia Alpine Coffee] here?"

The waiter said: "Yes! Sir! Do you want freshly squeezed?"

Cabine nodded and said, "It's okay to try!"

After hearing this, the waiter turned and left.Kabinet was not idle, took out his mobile phone, and sent the specific address of the coffee shop to the two of them via text message:

Mr. Haas and Coach Setazzi. . .

(End of this chapter)