Lao He's eyes widened, his gaze through the nearly vertical windshield, and he scanned ahead alertly.

This is not the first time Lao He has illegally transported tobacco, but doing this is like stealing people behind his daughter-in-law's back, no matter how many times he comes, it is the same stimulation and the same tension.

The monotony of long-distance freight transportation and the tension and excitement of illegal transportation are combined, provoking every nerve of Lao He's tense strings, driving for a long time in this state, it is easy to cause accidents, and sometimes the brain is pumping, and the car can be driven straight into the ditch.

Fortunately, Lao He didn't run long distances alone, and there was an acquaintance who took a ride on the co-pilot.

"Lao Zhang, what's the matter with you, you didn't speak all the way, look at your face, I thought you were going to take out a document and arrest me." Lao He threw a cigarette at the man in the passenger seat, and said a joke to relieve his boredom, "Hey, let me tell you a joke." Di Renjie, you know, right? ”

The square-faced man known as Lao Zhang lit a cigarette, kept his head silent, and looked preoccupied.

"Said that one day, Di Renjie had a whim and said to his wife: 'Madam, I want to change my name, no one in this world is benevolent, what is the use of me asking for the word benevolence?' , his wife was strange, why did you change your name? Hey! Guess what Di Renjie said? ”

Lao He showed a sinister smile, pressed the mobile phone, and the cheap copycat machine that had been used for several years burst out with deafening music.

"If I were a DJ (Di Jie), would you still love me~~ Do you still love me-"

"Ahem, ahem!" The square-faced man coughed a few times sharply, and steam engine spewed smoke out, "I rely on Nima, Lao He, you have a hole in your brain." ”

Lao He laughed, and was about to say something, when he suddenly realized that the situation was wrong.

At some point, there were three vans with foreign license plates in front, and the three cars were in a row, and the one in the middle was half a body ahead, and the two cars behind were in a zigzag shape, which just blocked the medium truck he was driving, so that he could not overtake.

Where did the car come from?

These three vans are definitely not overtaking from behind, and they have not been seen before, so there is only one possibility, they came from the front!

This sounds illogical, but it is not impossible, if these three cars stop in front early, wait, calculate the time to drive on the provincial road and then deliberately slow down, they can "stop" from the front.

Seeing that the three vans were still slowing down, Lao He immediately glanced in the rearview mirror and found that the very familiar van was still following behind him like a tail, and suddenly sighed in his heart, and half a cigarette fell to the crotch of his pants.

Lao He is not a freight driver who has just entered the industry, and he has heard a lot of road robberies before, but he never thought that he could meet car bandits and road rage in this era.

The panicked Lao He scolded his mother, hurriedly threw away the cigarette, turned his head and asked, "What should I do?" ”

"Why do you ask me?" The square-faced man raised his thick eyebrows.

"Don't ask who you ask!" Lao He shouted excitedly and asked, "What should I do?" You speak! ”

"Oh, if you want me to say, then you step on the gas pedal and hit it, it's not like playing with the middle card hitting the bread." After the square-faced man finished speaking, he started to check the seat belt that had been fastened.

"Huh?" Lao He looked sluggish, "But, what if they didn't rob it?" What if I hit and kill someone? Also, if I didn't run away after the collision, wouldn't it be even worse? ”

"How can there be so many whatevers? Don't dare to collide, then what else can be done, stop and call the police? "The square-faced man didn't care.

"No way!" Lao He flatly refused, "No, you can't call the police!" ”

"Why?" The square-faced man squinted at Lao He, but Lao He couldn't answer.

"Come on, I know why, don't you forget what bite I ate? I've known you for so long, and I still don't know what business you do? The owner of the cargo does not have a transport permit, right? It's illegal shipping, right? Paragraph 3 of Article 55 of the Regulations for the Implementation of the Tobacco Monopoly Law provides that if the carrier knowingly transports tobacco monopoly products for units or individuals without transport permits, the illegal gains shall be confiscated and a fine of 10% to 20% of the total value of the illegally transported tobacco monopoly shall be imposed. ”

The square-faced man memorized the legal provisions, and then grinned: "A petty fight like you will not detain you, and the fine will be over." But if you let these little guys empty this cart of cigarettes, you'll lose a lot. The lesser of two evils, call the police. ”

"But, we're on the provincial road, even if I call the police now, it's too late?" Lao He was short of breath, his forehead was sweaty, he didn't dare to step on the accelerator and hit it straight over, the speed of the car was forced to slow down, and he was about to be forced to stop by the four cars in front and behind.

The square-faced man saw it in his eyes, shook his head and sighed: "Hey, let me say, it's easy to have an accident if you look ahead and look backwards, so it's better to work hard." You see you stop at this time, you can tell you what they are going to do to you? Just grab your cigarettes? Or will you be cleaned up and cleaned? Or will I just kill you? Or accidentally beat you halfway? ”

Lao He was frightened by his call, especially after seeing a group of people popping out of the front three vans after they stopped, and all of them were holding knives, guns and sticks, Lao He's legs trembled, but when he thought of the identity of the person next to him, he suddenly felt a lot more relieved.

"With you, they shouldn't dare to do anything, right?" Lao He raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead, and turned his eyes for help to the passenger seat.

"I have a fart?" The square-faced man rolled his eyes.

Lao He didn't look like he was lying, and wondered: "Then why aren't you in a hurry?" You're not afraid of being implicated by me? ”

"I can't talk about it, cough, why am I not in a hurry?" The square-faced man smiled confidently, "Let me tell you something, in the past two months, except for the arson case, there have been almost no major criminal cases in Yinjiang. ”

"What do you mean? What do you say? They're coming, what are we going to do? Lao He was so anxious that he watched the group of people surround his medium-sized truck and start knocking on the window, but he didn't know what to do.

"I mean, it seems like there's always one person, or a group of people, who, like a movie superhero, rushes to the scene of an impending crime at the most critical moment to save the victim, and then leaves the finishing touches to the police."

The square-faced man turned a deaf ear to the shouts and curses of the robbers outside the window, and even if the steel pipe smashed the crack in the car window, he was indifferent and even whistled.

Lao He didn't understand what he was saying, but something magical happened, which not only made Lao He's eyes widen, but also made him instantly understand the words of the square-faced man.

The whistle sounded incessantly, like the thunder of war drums.

A Santana 2000 resembling an AE86 raced down the provincial road behind it, closed the distance and turned sideways with a fantastic drift technique, stopping firmly behind the last van with the scream of the tires rubbing against the ground, just perpendicular to the road.