From what I know about the murderer, he is a very cunning person.

He hid the taxi in the scrapyard and would have expected to be found by us. Yin Yin also said that he is very strong in electronic technology, and if he planted an electronic bomb in the taxi at this time, once we drive, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Seeing that the fat tech police officer had already sat back in the car, I fed and said what I was worried about.

In fact, the fat technical police officer had already thought of this problem, and he poked his head out and replied that he had already checked the body and body at the earliest, and there were no bombs in the car.

I praised it, and my heart said that this is a careful policeman.

I looked at the scene again with the others, and there was nothing to be nostalgic about. Our group walked out, leaving only the fat technical police car.

But I didn't go far, and something went wrong with the taxi.

I heard a crazy horn, and when I turned my head, I saw that the taxi had already started, and it was accelerating very quickly, and the fat policeman was sitting in the driver's seat, pressing the lama hard.

I thought to myself, what's wrong with this buddy? Could it be that a new heart floated after being praised? But it doesn't look like it.

I stared, and before the group could react, the taxi sped up suddenly.

I'm not wrong, almost in the blink of an eye, the speed of the car has soared to seventy or eighty miles, and it is still driving towards us.

Look at this posture, the car is going to hit us. We are all flesh and blood, and at such a high speed, even if we are scratched by the car, we will definitely end up seriously injured.

The situation is urgent, and we can't get the fat tech police to stop. Before I could shout, a group of us scattered in all directions.

The taxi narrowly passed by me, and even I could feel the air flow as the car passed by.

The taxi ran into several scrap cars around the corner. I watched as its front lid was smashed and deformed, and there was a loud clang. The glass was shattered.

The fat technical policeman collapsed weakly, his head was on the steering wheel, and even his neck was red, soaked with blood.

We were a little flustered and ran all the way to the taxi.

My first instinct was that this fat man must be driving without a license, otherwise how could such a tragedy occur.

We gathered around the taxi together, and I tried to open the door, but it was deformed, and I couldn't pull it after a few efforts.

I was in a hurry, and a police officer with a crowbar in his hand, I took it, stuck it on the door, and we both worked together, and with a bang, the door was pried open.

I looked at the fat policeman, especially his head, and chuckled inwardly, because his head was sunken. I tried to pull him out, but he was so heavy that we had to work together to lift him out.

A police officer immediately came over to check and give first aid to him, in fact, I also know some first aid, but I can't grab the position, so I can't use it. I shifted my attention again and told my men to call 120 quickly.

I mean, let's not wait for 120 to come, find a police car to turn on the siren, and send the fat man to the hospital first, so that we can save time by encountering a 120 ambulance halfway, and it is likely that because of the robbery of these few minutes, there is still a play to save the fat man.

They responded and hurried into action.

At this time, some police officers muttered in wonder, saying that the fat technical policeman's driving skills in the police station are notoriously good, why did he miss out this time?

He wanted to go with me, but it also aroused my alarm. I stared at the taxi again.

I have a new guess, is there something wrong with the taxi itself? For example, there is no brake when driving?

I got into the driver's seat, and it was all out of shape, and there was so little space that I could barely squeeze in. There was one place that caught my attention.

There is navigation in the car, and the navigation is now open, and the map above is the scrap yard.

I didn't touch the navigation, I just frowned and watched. Suddenly, there was an extra route on the navigation, and there was a dinging sound.

It didn't make a loud noise, but it pierced my nerves like a needle, and I knew exactly what it meant.

This taxi turned out to be intelligent and can drive itself on a computer.

I was stunned for a moment, and the car started again, reversing backwards. I didn't dare and couldn't stay in the driver's seat any longer. I wanted to jump out quickly, but it was because the space was so small that I couldn't move.

The police outside were also stunned by the sudden change in the taxi, but some responded quickly and saw that I was not driving, and the car had to move on its own.

They were worried about my comfort, and someone stepped up and pulled me by the hand.

To be honest, it hurt me to be pulled coldly, but I also responded to that sentence, painful and happy.

In order to save a life, I also gave the police officers who helped me more encouragement and strength.

The taxi was going backwards faster and faster, and when it saw that I was about to be taken away by it, the help police officer was ruthless, and I got out completely.

I sat down on the floor with a pop, my heart beating so fast that I couldn't help but gasp for air.

The taxi went all the way back and finally hit another place before stopping, but it didn't stop there. The intelligent system repositioned, and the taxi sped forward again, rushing towards us.

In the blink of an eye, the taxi drove in front of us. I reacted quickly and was already standing up.

We couldn't stop the car, everyone else was dodging to the side, I saw the signs, the taxi was still going to hit me, it was very targeted.

I turned around and ran back. There are two scrap cars here that are stacked together. I got up on my hands and feet.

Just over a meter above the ground, the taxi crashed into me, and with a loud bang, I felt like my body, and the two scrap cars, were shaking.

I only grabbed a few protruding places to borrow force, which didn't work, and I was shaken, and I fell down and fell heavily on the front cover of the taxi.

It's already deformed, and there's a bulge on it that happens to be in a sensitive part of my ass.

I grinned at the pain for a moment, but I didn't have time to think about it. Instead, he turned around and punched the windshield a few times.

There were a few big holes in it, and I smashed it, and one hole was big enough for me to climb into.

I got into the car with the top half of my body and reached for the side of the steering wheel.

I want to pull out the car key, so that as soon as the engine is turned off, the intelligent system is equivalent to shutting down.

But the keyhole is empty, in other words, the fat technical police just used the technique of "stealing the car" to start the car.

The taxi was about to go backwards again, and I was in a hurry to feel down, and finally in the area under the steering wheel, I felt two wires that were stirred together.

I tugged hard a few times. The navigation in the car was turned off in an instant, and the car lost power and slowly stopped.

I knew I had succeeded, and I let out a long breath. When I got out of the car, the other police officers came to meet me.

I saw that everyone's morale was quite low, so I waved my hand, which meant to leave the scrapyard first, and wait until the people were saved.

But we didn't move, and there was another noise in a pile of scrap cars in the distance, and we looked back to see a van coming out of the scrap pile.

My heart tightened. Some of these policemen couldn't help it, and when they thought about it, the successive dangers made them all a little devastated.

One took the lead, after which they all took out their guns.

No one gave the order, and they all started their fire with a bang. These are all pistol bullets, although not as powerful as rifles, but so many guns shoot together. The van suddenly turned into a watering can, with countless bullet holes on the body and shattered glass.

I don't know whose bullet hit the right place, the van had the momentum to charge at us, but now it stopped and stopped halfway.

I suspect that there are still a lot of smart cars in this scrap yard that have been modified by the murderer, and we have to stay any longer, in case a smart truck appears, we people will really have no way to live.

I told everyone to stop procrastinating. Two policemen were in charge of transporting the wounded, and the others, along with me, quickly returned to the police station.

Actually, I also thought about taking everyone to the hospital to have a look, but there are too many of us, and it is inconvenient.

When we got back to the police station, it didn't take long for the experience of the scrapyard to spread. The real murderer of this murder, Wang Laoji, was also blown more and more by everyone.

Someone came to me and asked, what was the situation at that time? But I wasn't interested in saying anything, so I locked myself in a conference room.

It's only been a few days, how long have I been taking on this case? has encountered setbacks one after another, especially just now, and caused the police to suffer bad luck.

I wonder if I'm incompetent and unfit to be the person in charge of this case.

After a long time, I took out my phone and called Captain Tie. The call was answered quickly.

I said what I thought in my heart without concealing it, and Captain Tie listened silently, and finally laughed dryly, and replied, "Apprentice, this case is difficult to say, and it is easy to say that it is simple, it depends on how you do it." ”