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"Officer, you don't know, I was driving the car well, but who knew that this disobedient cat suddenly jumped on my steering wheel, causing the vehicle to lose control and crash into the side. [Ran^Text^Library] The truck driver pointed to a yellow pet cat on the seat in the car, and the other party looked at him innocently, and he couldn't help but rejoice in his heart, it is really convenient to bring a pet with the car, not only to take care of it, but also to use it to lie at a critical time to get himself out of danger.

"Shut up for me, and honestly lie on the ground." The policeman stepped forward and pressed him to the ground without saying anything, took out handcuffs from his waist and handcuffed him, the truck driver struggled to protest, and did not want to be hit with a baton on his buttocks, which made him grin, all these years have passed, and the style of police violence has not changed at all, either beating or scolding, and they have not taken their human dignity and rights into account at all.

At the end, when the truck driver was pushed and brought into the police car by the police, he couldn't help but think of his pet cat Tom, who was locked up this time and didn't know when he would be released, leaving the poor cat alone, and no one could take care of it, he still couldn't rest assured after all, because he had just been beaten violently, he whispered to the police officer next to him: "What about my cat?" ”

"It's going to be treated as physical evidence at the scene, and when the investigation is over, someone will take care of it, and any friends or relatives you can contact can do." The policeman stepped forward, grabbed the cat's tail with one hand and lifted it upside down, it is conceivable that any dignified cat will not be at the mercy of outsiders like this, a bloody blood that tried to retaliate rushed to the cat's head, and with all fours and grabbed the big furry hand that grabbed its tail, it grabbed it fiercely, and a hot sting pain spread from the policeman's injured hand, and as soon as the officer's hand was released, Tom the yellow cat seized the opportunity to run away on all fours.

"You pay for my cat." The truck driver protested and tried to get out of the police car.

"Accompany your sister, it's good that you didn't ask for medical expenses." What he didn't expect was another baton in his face.

While the police and the truckers were pestering each other, Brady and his gang of car thieves had driven their Bugatti Veyron to their gang stronghold, a nursery base that ostensibly housed a variety of potted flowers and other horticultural plants, mainly sold wholesale to the city's many gardening shops.

Gangsters selling plants? Of course, things will not be as simple as they seem on the surface, to believe that these guys who have been begging for a living in the shadow of swords and swords all day long can go on the right path, almost more exaggerated than looking up at night and seeing two moons hanging in the sky, all this is just a pretense, it is almost impossible to rely on the meager profits from selling plants to maintain the operation of the entire gang, in a certain basement deep in the base of this nursery, there are dense patches of marijuana, whenever the wind is tighter, They moved the lucrative plants underground to avoid police searches, and when the wind had passed, they swaggered to the ground and let the sun shine so that they could photosynthesize and grow more luxuriantly, so that they could be used to brew higher quality cannabis leaves.

Brady and his accomplices drove the car into the garage in the nursery base, and in order to hide people's eyes, they found a car cover from the garage and put it on, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "Damn, if we hadn't given the benefits to the truck driver in advance to help us get out of the siege, we would have to spend tonight in the detention center." ”

"Yes, I thought that I could throw them far away with the excellent performance of this car, but I didn't expect that the police cars chasing in front were actually Lamborghini, in order to catch up with our gang of car thieves, these guys from the Chicago Police Department really made a lot of money, and configured such a good police car to chase us." There was a slight tremor in his companion's tone, but it was more of a blessing for the rest of his life.

Bugatti took out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and put it on at a few o'clock, and leisurely spit out a smoke ring to relax his nervous mood.

He then took out another cigarette and handed it to his companion, motioning for the place to come and enjoy it.

"No thanks! I've quit this thing a long time ago. As a professional car thief, he knows very well that smoking this thing will make him hooked on the marijuana that can be found everywhere here, and the lesson of the last time is still fresh in his memory: after smoking marijuana, his mental state is at its peak, in a car theft operation, after getting the target vehicle, he could have driven it back safely, who knew that he needed to slow down when he was about to turn around a corner of a block, he remembered that he should have stepped on the brakes, but he stepped on the accelerator without knowing how, As a result, it almost hit the wall of an old building next to the street like a wild horse, which hit it, at most he thought he was unlucky, and it was a big deal that the business was in vain, who knew that when he got out of the car, he was hit by two patrol officers passing by, not only was he subdued on the spot, and was characterized as stealing other people's vehicles, violating traffic rules at the same time, he was also charged with a crime of deliberately destroying historical relics, who let him not have long eyes, and it was not good to drive into it, but it was crashed into a history of more than 200 years, What about an old house left over from the Civil War?

In the end, he was sentenced to nearly a year in prison, and if it weren't for his boss's ability to steal cars, he wouldn't have spent tens of thousands of dollars to bail him out. Hey, it's marijuana anyway, and he's vowed never to touch it again in his life, even cigarettes that are closer to it are turned away.

"Let's go in and tell the boss about the European oil paintings we just heard from my cousin, and we'll make this deal." Brady's voice hooked him back from his memories, and he didn't know whether he felt that Marlboro had no taste, or if he couldn't wait to bring the news to his boss so that he could get that tempting fortune as soon as possible, Brady only smoked a small half of the cigarette in his hand and threw it on the ground, stepped on his foot and turned it around twice before extinguishing it.

The rider nodded, closed the garage shutter, and walked outside with Brady towards the warehouse at the nursery base not far away