While talking, the owner of the SUV and his friend got into the car, and then they drove away.

Chen Song stood next to the pickup truck and spread his hands: "What does this mean? Obviously it is my full responsibility? Are our friends in Reykjavik so bold and generous?"

Cairns Corrison, who had been thrown over by him at Sunset Sea, wiped his beard and said, "No, these are two cowards, scared away by us." ”

"You're wrong, Keynes, the bastard who drove the car was drinking, and I smelled it when I passed him by. The bartender Peterson said firmly.

Reykjavik is very strict in catching drunk driving, or traffic violations, there is no way, the police have to find something for themselves if they have nothing to do, right? Otherwise, it will be difficult to deal with taxpayers.

The two of them were drunk driving just now, and if they stayed, it would be very troublesome, and all Chen Song had to do here was to let the insurance company settle the claim, and the two of them had to go to the police station to stay.

Pickup trucks are anti-manufacturing, especially Dongfeng Warrior or military production, which has already deflated the rear of the SUV, and its front is only a little dented.

Keynes squatted down and studied it for a while, then patted the driveway: "No problem, it's just a depression in the bumper, just go back and chisel it out and touch up the paint." ”

"Actually, it's a pickup, it's just a work car, you don't need to touch up the paint, and you can just let Goble take care of the bumper. ”

"Okay, okay, get in the car and start the march. ”

"Forget it, Vince won't go, you better stay by the side. ”

Clay nibbled on an egg roll and laughed at him, "Big and small, my driving skills are better than yours." ”

Chen Song kindly touched his hair and said, "Is there anything wrong with you here?" Go, sit on the side of the road and continue to recite the phonetic transcription for me, and go back to the exam!"

The townsfolk came alive, they put up banners and flags on the side of the road, and Song Feiquan and Luo Bingxin each held a sign made of cardboard shells that read: If the government does not act, bastards will be arrogant.

Soon the local police in Reykjavík arrived by car, and they had to take care of the convoy that was running on the highway, and the convoy was moving fast one after another, and the normal cars did not dare to drive fast, and when they reached the traffic light, they were almost stuck in traffic.

A middle-aged policeman with a big belly stopped the leading Ford, who was driving the car by the rancher Olakafor, and after getting out of the car, he took out his driver's license: "Is there a problem, man?"

The policeman sighed, "You can't do this, seriously, sir, you're doing this to make it difficult for us." Look at what you're doing, are you going to block this road? Damn, you know, there's only one traffic jam in Iceland's history, right? You want to make history?"

Iceland has a population of only 300,000 or 400,000, so where can there be more cars?

The only traffic jam in Iceland's history occurred in 1994, when a number of cars poured together for the National Day celebrations, causing a traffic jam that lasted for more than two hours before dispersing.

Olakafu wiped his face, then scratched his beard and said, "You can't stand it when we're driving so slowly? It's just a traffic jam, do you know what some hellish bastards are doing in our town?"

"They were racing and almost hit me!" Chen Song said.

The fat policeman glanced at him and said, "Tourists, please pull aside." ”

"Be polite to him, this is our brother in town. Olakafu stood firmly on Chen Song's side.

That's the benefit of being verified by the Warriors, and the townspeople have accepted him into their circle.

Chen Song spread his hands and said, "Why are you yelling at me? It's useless for you to play prestige at me, if you have the ability, you can catch those drag racing bastards!"

Another police car arrived and intercepted the convoy first.

The police stopped the car at most to check it, and they couldn't do anything else, so they just stood on the side of the road and chatted as if nothing happened.

The protest team attracted some citizens onlookers and tourists, including Chinese, who chatted directly with Luo Bingxin and Seinfeld, and some young men even asked Seinfeld for a WeChat sign.

There was a café on the side of the road, Chen Song went to buy some coffee, and the big guy gave a cup to each person, and also gave it to the police who enforced the law.

The Icelandic police are big and imposing, but they are extremely talkative, and they are not worried about gossip when they drink Chen Song's coffee.

This has a historical origin, and it was not until 2013 that the police shot and killed the offender, and the reason why the police shot was because the offender shot him first. After shooting and killing the attackers, the police department apologized to the families of the other party, and the senior leaders apologized to the whole nation in a television interview.

Sipping milk chocolate, Chen Song asked Gobble, "Are you familiar with Reykjavik?"

Goble said, "Familiar, familiar. ”

Chen Song became happy and said, "This is great? I want to buy a gold melting furnace, do you know where I can get it?"

Goble touched his chin and pondered, "You're stumped me now, maybe we can go to the thrift market and have a look? I don't know where to buy the new gold furnace." ”

"And you still say it's familiar?"

Anyway, there were enough people on the protest side, and there was no point in the two of them staying, so they simply left first.

Chen Song was willing to participate in this event, mainly to buy a gold melting furnace in the city.

The thrift market is located in the LC area, and Gobble drives straight to the port.

Chen Song asked, "Is the thrift market in the port?"

Goble laughed and said, "No. ”

He parked his car next to a large food truck on the harbor road and said, "Remember what I said? When President Bill Clinton visited Iceland, he ate mutton sausage and hot dogs, and it was in this food truck." ”

Even if the hot dogs sold by this food truck are so famous, there are still not many people queuing up to buy them, and there are only about a dozen people queuing.

Gobur rushed down to buy a large pack of hot dogs and came back, and handed one to Chen Song first: "I asked him to pair mustard greens, onions and tomato sauce, how about you taste it?"

It was difficult to resist the enthusiasm, so Chen Song had to eat the hot dog first.

Not to mention, the taste of this hot dog is quite unique, the sausage is very fragrant, the bread is sweet and crispy, and the mustard greens it goes with are also sweet, so with the crispy onion, it really gives people an excellent experience.

After eating the hot dog, Goble sucked his finger and said, "I also know that there is a place where the Danish sandwich is very authentic, and their nonfat yogurt flavoring is not to mention how delicious it is, go try it?"

Chen Song finally knew what was going on with what he said was very familiar with Reykjavik, he was very familiar with the places that sold food in this city!