Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Traffic Police Force Drinks Tea?

The paramedics were astonishingly fast, and they quickly lifted the man.

In the car, Song Chenggong asked his daughter in a low voice, "Yiyi, should we remind them?" ”

If this person is rescued, he will inevitably become a zombie, and more people will definitely die in this population.

"Do you think they believe it?" Song Yi asked rhetorically.

"But you can't just watch them save a zombie."

Song Yi looked at the other white coat looking everywhere to see if there were any other injured people, she shrunk her neck, pulled Song Chenggong down, and then whispered: "When they leave, let's call the hospital and remind them." ”

As for the words promised to the person at the police station, Song Yi has no way to abide by it, I'm afraid there will be chaos outside at this time, and it is estimated that those people will not have time to trouble her.

"Okay." Song Chenggong felt that his daughter was smart.

No other injured were found, and all the medical staff left.

Immediately after, the shouts of ambulances became farther and farther away.

Song Chenggong drove the car out, parked next to the jeep, and looked at the very good car with some headaches.

Seeing her father, she almost scratched her ears and cheeks, and Song Yi got out of the car with an iron rod.

Directly smashed the window glass, opened the door, sat in, then pulled out the wire, docked, and started the car.

The action is done in one go.

Song Chenggong was dumbfounded.

"Yiyi, you, how could you do this?" Song Chenggong's eyes widened, and he couldn't do it.

"Self-taught." Song Yi greeted Song Chenggong, "Dad, go and drive our car, we should go back." ”

"Okay, okay."

There are some things you can say at home.

The cars left one after the other.

When the two went out, they found that the female zombie who was hit in half by Song Chenggong had fallen to the ground motionless.

Probably because of this, those medical staff did not take the zombies to the hospital by the way.

It was getting late, and the two of them picked up speed and ran home.

Strange to say, the cars on the road are almost invisible in the middle of the day, and in the evening, there are more cars, and when the two pass by a large shopping mall, the intersection is even more congested into a long line.

I'm afraid that these people also realized that something was wrong and hurried to the supermarket to make a big purchase.

"Good girl!" Song Yi's phone rang, and as soon as she connected it, Song Chenggong's loud voice shook her ears numb, "Shall we change the road, I think it will be blocked here for a long time." ”

"It's late." Through the rearview mirror, Song Yi looked at the car that came up closely behind him and replied.

This road is eight lanes, and it is full of congestion, let alone going back, even if you move it.

Because there are many cars, there are also a lot of traffic police here, and two people began to look over here, Song Yi looked at Song Chenggong's bare car buttocks, "Dad, your car doesn't have a license plate number, I'm afraid you have to go to the traffic management bureau to sit." ”

Sure enough, one of the policemen had already successfully gestured towards Song.

Since Song Chenggong's success, he has never encountered this situation, it has been more than ten years, and he was stopped by the traffic police for the first time.

Before the traffic police could get closer, the traffic moved forward.

Song Yi instructed her father in the back, "Dad, don't care, drive." ”

Song Chenggong didn't listen to his daughter's words this time, he stopped the car and said to the approaching traffic police: "This is the car I just mentioned, I haven't had time to get a license plate yet, you see there are too many cars here, and I can't park here, delay everyone's time, or I'll go to the traffic police team tomorrow?" Here's my driver's license. ”