Officer Poult patted Hillrat on the shoulder, turned away, and sat in his police car.

Hillrath grinned, he had actually seen the guy waiting for a taxi, but he pretended not to see it, he still wanted to continue to nest in the car and be lazy for a while, originally he didn't plan to go over, but when he saw Porter staring at him not far away, he had to mutter, "Unlucky", and then stepped on the accelerator and drove the car over.

"Hello, how can I help you? I'm Hillat from xxx taxi company, my professionalism is beyond doubt, I am able to take you anywhere you want to go. ”

He looked at the young man in front of him in a tracksuit, wearing large sunglasses, and a baseball cap on his head, and then looked at the slightly gloomy sky without the sun on his head, and wondered if the guy in front of him had something wrong with his brain.

Dressed up so tightly, damn it, you think you're playing 007? Or the sporty version of the 007? Wake up, man, 007 is no longer popular in the UK today, stop daydreaming!

Hillard lazily said a lot of "etiquette talk", and in fact, he wanted to say something like this - "Hey, skinny boy, what are you looking around?" Don't look at it, get in the car, tell me where you're going, get to your destination, pay, and fuck off! ”

But Porter's damn bastard, staring at himself like a fart, made him feel that his fan's plan had failed, so he leaned his body against the seat cushion, his right hand stretched out the window, his arm was covered with dense tattoos, and his eyes were staring directly at the passenger in front of him.

In this way, he expressed his dissatisfaction with Porter, and at the same time, he was trying to play tricks on the other party—he liked to see others eat in front of him.

……

Fan Bizhuang walked out of Manchester International Airport with a large travel bag on his back.

He has been to England many times, and Manchester is no stranger to him, but this time it was a very different feeling, he had come to the city as a rival to Manchester United, and now he was about to become a part of the city, and in the near future, he had to conquer everything here.

“…… Oh? Got stuck in something and couldn't come to the airport to pick me up? It didn't matter, I was able to come back by car......"

"What? Have someone from Manchester United come and pick me up? Forget it, Mr. Conterres, I'm out of the airport, I don't want to be a fool... Boarding here for half a day, don't worry, I have the address, I will tell the taxi driver, and I will be delivered to my destination safely...... Are you worried that I'll get lost? Or will you encounter thugs who are in the way of robbery? …… If it's the latter, ha, that's great, you know, I haven't moved my body in a long time, and I kind of miss my days at Tongs......"

“…… Okay, let's do it for now, I'll take the car directly to the house you rented for me, and then wait quietly for you to come back from your busy work......"

Fan Bizhuang walked while holding the phone and talking to the agent on the other end, and after hanging up, he put the phone back in his pocket, and then walked to the special waiting platform, waiting for the taxi to come.

The waiting platform is a whole street away from the airport exit, and Fan Bizhuang was a little unlucky, as he stood on the other side of the street, there were many taxis waiting to pick up passengers, and when he reached the platform, there was only one taxi left.

However, seeing the two old people who were also waiting for the bus next to him, Fan Bizhuang really couldn't do such a thing as "punching Beihai Kindergarten and kicking Nanshan Nursing Home", so he took the initiative to open the car door for the two old people.

"You're a good gentleman, lad."

In such a thank-you voice, the taxi drove away, and Fan Bizhuang could only smile bitterly and continue to wait on the platform.

But after waiting for about ten minutes, there was no taxi coming, and Fan Bizhuang was so depressed that he wanted to shout "I'm an unlucky guy".

In fact, Fan Bizhuang had already seen a taxi parked in the corner not far from the platform, but he waited left and right, but the taxi just couldn't come, and a police officer seemed to be talking to the driver, with a smile on his face from time to time.

"Are all British public officials so idle? Patrol time has turned into bragging time, and if I were mayor, I might have gotten them all out! ”

Fan Bizhuang thought hatefully, and seemed to see a look at him sitting in the driver's seat, Fan Bizhuang hurriedly beckoned, which made him even more depressed, and the driver's eyes were retracted, and he continued to chat and fart.

"Really...... A new country, a new feeling! ”

Fan Bizhuang shook his head helplessly and sighed, just when he had given up the idea of this "unprofessional" taxi, he didn't think about it, but the taxi suddenly started, and then swayed to him.

A weak voice sounded, Fan Bizhuang did not feel the slightest "enthusiasm", his words were full of perfunctory, Fan Bizhuang frowned, and then saw a huge bald head sticking out of the driver's seat window.

The taxi driver's facial features are not bad, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the bridge of the nose is also very high, but when they are put together, there is an indescribable weirdness, quite a bit of "hideous", with the trembling horizontal flesh on the face, which made Fan Bizhuang think of a person for the first time - the bald head of Tongs Bar.

This is the image of a street gangster, or the kind of hob meat.

Sure enough, an arm full of tattoos stretched out, densely packed, all kinds of animals, and Fan Bizhuang alone recognized lizards, eagles, and scorpions...... This made Fan Bizhuang laugh dumbly - yes, this taxi driver is not only a gangster, but also a postmodernist painter, otherwise, where would the tattoo on his arm have such a distinct personality? It's a hodgepodge!

This kind of flamboyant "gangster", Fan Bizhuang has seen a lot in Tongs Bar, he has no fear of the other party's provocative eyes, just frowned slightly, he is not afraid of trouble, but he also doesn't want to get into trouble inexplicably, although there are all kinds of jokes with Molina on the phone, but in fact, he doesn't want to cause something as soon as he comes to the UK - Fan Bizhuang is not a person who likes to stir up trouble, but looking at the other party's appearance and style, it is obviously not a good stubble, He didn't want to beat up the other person in the car and ask Molina to go to the police station to pick them up.

"Forget it, wait a minute, let's get in the next car."

Fan Bizhuang thought like this, but didn't answer, and looked into the distance, as if to see if there were any taxis coming behind him.

"Hey, hey."

Hillrath grinned, of course he knew what the young man in sunglasses in front of him was thinking, and he continued to lean back on the car seat indifferently.

"I said man, don't look at it, you're not a local, and you don't come to Manchester very often? Ha, I don't mean anything else, I just want to tell you that we have rules here, the car in front doesn't go, and the taxi in the back doesn't carry passengers. Hillat whistled and said proudly, "Besides, who doesn't know my car god Hillat in this area, if I don't leave, who dares to rob my guests?" Unless he doesn't want to stay in Manchester anymore. ”

Fan Bizhuang raised his eyebrows, but as if he hadn't heard, he continued to look back.

This time he was lucky, a taxi came from a distance, and there was more than one, two cars rushing in front of him, one after the other, and stopped behind the car in front of him, who called himself "the car god Hillat".

Fan Bizhuang glanced up at the bald driver in front of him, and then walked to the vehicle behind him in the other party's "please take care of yourself" eyes.

"I'm sorry, I can't accept your request, you have to follow the rules and get in the car at the front."

This is the answer given to him by the driver of the second car.

Fan Bizhuang walked to the taxi at the back without believing evil, this time it was even more exaggerated, the fat driver sitting in the driver's seat simply didn't say anything, just waved his hand and rolled up the window.

“MD！”

Fan Bizhuang scolded in a low voice, and he didn't know whether he was cursing Hilrat, or the two taxis in the back, or the inexplicable "ride rules" for the city, but no matter what, he was no longer satisfied, and he could only raise his steps and return to the front of the first car.

"Yo, you're back? Look at you, it's very depressed, it's okay, it's okay, don't take it to heart, ha, I like to see your sad face, you must continue to keep it......"

Collat laughed, he had already lit a cigarette, and his brow was full of schadenfreude.

Fan Bizhuang only felt that his teeth were clenching "cluck~", but he endured it without a seizure, and put down the large backpack behind him, "Open the trunk, I want to put something in." ”

Fan Bizhuang had already "accepted his fate", lamenting his bad luck, but after waiting for half a minute, the trunk was not opened, thinking that the other party did not hear, Fan Bizhuang had to open his mouth again.

"Please open the trunk, I'm going to put something."

This time, the bald driver finally reacted.

"Oh oh, I hear you! I hear you! Mr. Passenger, please don't keep repeating, ha, I'm looking for the trunk button. Damn, where did the buttons go? I used to be here, huh? ”

"I'm sorry, I can't find the button. Ouch, my stomach hurts...... Sir, could you please wait a little longer, I guess in another hour or two, my stomach won't hurt, and then we can go? ”

"Ha, don't look at me like that, I really have a stomachache...... Okay, my stomach doesn't hurt anymore, but what's wrong with my right foot? Ahh I don't think I can step on the gas pedal anymore...... Well, if you're willing to wait a little longer, Mr. Passenger, maybe this will get better......"

Hillrath shouted exaggeratedly, it was uncomfortable here for a while, and there was a situation there for a while, smiling hob meat appearance, and from time to time he took a puff on the cigarette and spit out a smoke ring, how could Fan Bizhuang not know, this guy was deliberately finding fault.

Fan Bizhuang felt the urge to step forward and punch the hateful cheek, he clenched his fists, and was about to take action, when a figure came to the hateful taxi driver faster than him.