Wicker drove slowly north along the pedestrian street, his eyes casually looking at the crowd around him, today's business is not bad, in fact, he can also go home early, take a hot shower and go to bed.

But he loves moments like this, and it's even more fun if he has an interesting guest or two to share it with him.

I just caught a glimpse of a woman beckoning for a car thirty meters in front of me, the woman was huge, carrying eight handbags in both hands, and it seemed that she had gone through a procurement war without gunpowder.

"Business is coming." Wicker shouted wildly, followed by a gaze.

There was already a yellow KH commercial hybrid taxi rushing in front of him, judging by the speed and direction, it was running for the woman, and if nothing else, it should have arrived before him.

However, this basic judgment did not affect Wicker's strong aggressiveness in the slightest, and he increased his power output and began to rush directly in front of the woman, trying to overtake the car on the side from the outside road.

Eight seconds later, Wicker was once again squeezing the car smoothly in front of the KH commercial hybrid, the front of which was just a bend in the sidewalk. The middle-aged woman looked frightened, she had just noticed a car crashing straight at her, and if it hadn't been for the sharp turn and the brakes, she might have flown into the store behind her.

"Please get in the car, ma'am!" Wicker opened the door and beckoned the middle-aged woman to get into the car.

From the rearview mirror, I watched the reaction of the driver of the KH commercial hybrid, who looked like a Zhuoxi man, taking off his seat belt and about to push the car door, ready to teach the guy in front of him who couldn't drive a lesson.

"Get in the car." Wicker eagerly called out to the middle-aged woman who was in a daze, "It's too late. ”

The middle-aged woman got into the car in a daze, and the body seemed to sink downward.

"God, she's at least two hundred and fifty pounds." Wickel thought to himself. The door slammed shut, and the car swooped out like an arrow.

"Bastard!" The driver of the KH commercial hybrid hurriedly got back into the car, and the accelerator also chased after Wicker's car, it seems that he is going to spend time with that guy today, and let that bastard know that Zhuoxi people are not easy to mess with.

"What's getting too late?" The middle-aged woman asked Wicker in confusion.

"If you don't hurry up and get in the car, there's going to be a brawl there." Wicker replied blandly.

"How do you know there's going to be a fight?" The middle-aged woman asked.

"Didn't you see the driver of the car behind you? It must be very upset with someone. Or even want to beat someone. Wicker glanced at the passenger next to him and said seriously.

"Oh?" The middle-aged woman stroked her mouth and let out an exclamation, and her fat finger was covered with six rings set with colorless and colored diamonds.

"Madame, where are you going?" Wicker saw the KH commercial hybrid that was following him closely in the rearview mirror.

"Go around the city." The middle-aged woman replied, she answered subconsciously at all, and her mind was almost blank, because the scene of the almost car accident just now was still circling in her mind. That kind of fear was not experienced at the time, and it was only when it was repeated afterwards that I realized how dangerous and terrible it was.

Wicker increased the throttle and began to overtake frantically, and after half a minute, the KH commercial hybrid was nowhere to be seen.

The middle-aged woman wiped the sweat from her head with her fat hands, and laboriously spread out the large pile of clothes and toys like a small mountain bag.

Bored, Wickel adjusted the radio because he wanted to give the lady a little music to relieve her boredom.

"There was a homicide case in a neighborhood in Qishan Town, and the suspected murderer was wearing a dark long coat, light skin, and dark hair. He is about 1.7 meters tall and may have been walking with a drunk man when he left. If you see such a person, report it to the police. But don't do it on your own, the suspect is an extremely dangerous person. A voice came over the radio.

"It's horrible." The woman turned her head back and whispered to herself.

Wicker seemed a little stunned, and almost hit the butt of the car in front of him.

"Be careful, how do you drive the car." The woman glanced at Wicker disapprovingly.

"I'm sorry! I was shocked to hear that news. Wicker replied casually.

"Did you see that person?" The sensitivity of the woman came into play at this time.

"I ......, I don't know......," Wackerl replied, a little distraught.

"You've seen that guy." The woman stared at Wicker for sure. "You should report it to the police."

"Why?" Wicker asked rhetorically.

"Because ......," the woman suddenly ran out of words, then shook her head and said, "no why, it is the duty of a citizen." ”

"Obligation? With rights come obligations. Wicker replied coldly, "The police never found the murderer of Dr. Yu!" No one reported seeing the killer either. Where are their obligations? ”

"What Dr. Yu? I don't understand what you're talking about. "The woman didn't quite understand it.

Wicker suddenly slapped the steering wheel, followed by an emergency brake, and the car came to a stop on the side of the road.

"Where is this?" The woman looked out the window and asked inexplicably.

"It's nothing, please get out of the car!" Wicker replied coldly.

"I don't think I'm there yet." The woman turned her head in confusion.

"There are a lot of cars here, you might as well order another car! I don't take any money from you, you have to go to the police station right away to report the crime, you don't want to go with me, do you? Wicker impatiently opened the door.

"I don't want to go." The woman thought about it and got out of the car, "Okay! ”

Wicker turned around, leaving the woman waving at the side of the road.

"It must be comfortable to go home and take a hot shower now, go to his police." Wicker muttered to himself.

At the same moment, the white driver who had been in a mess with Wicker was eating a Big Mac burger at a fast-food restaurant. When I sat back in the car, I happened to hear the message from the company.

Undoubtedly, his choice was to get out of the car immediately, pick up the public phone on the side of the road and call the police station. (To be continued.) )