Spiritual Path 1 Chosen Act 18

"2020.7.11 Night - Middle Earth (Earth) - Beijing-Tianjin Interchange - High-speed Checkpoint"

Raindrops poured down on the road, on the glass, and on the body, and a traffic policeman in a green fluorescent suit lay in the toll booth, drowsy.

"Didi!" A horn woke up the traffic police, it was a dilapidated gray micro-truck, waiting to be inspected, going from Beijing to Tianjin.

"It's coming, it's coming!" The traffic police put on an umbrella and walked out of the toll booth, the driver was an old man with a Tianjin accent, and handed out his driver's license and certificate: "Comrade policeman, give." โ€

"Well, check the goods. The traffic police returned the documents to the driver, walked to the back of the car and opened the cargo bed, and a fishy smell hit, not only pinching his nose, "What is it? โ€

"Comrade, no? I've got fresh chicken, you see. The driver picked up a pack of raw chicken and said.

"Come on, let's do it, don't be a rotten thing, Beijing's recent rebound in the epidemic, pay attention to it during the special period." "The traffic police went impatiently.

The truck was driving on the highway, and a Japanese voice came from the intercom in the car: "Itabashi, ่ท็‰ฉใฏใ‚‚ใ†ใชใใชใฃใŸ?"

"ใฏใ„ใ€้–ฃไธ‹ใงใ™ใ€‚ ใ‚ใจไธ‰ๆ™‚้–“ใปใฉใงๆ‹ ็‚นใซ็€ใใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใ“ใฎไพใซๆธกใ™ใ€‚ (Yes, Your Excellency.) I still have about three hours to get to the stronghold, and I'll hand it over to the samurai there. The driver also speaks fluent Japanese.

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In the dark of night, the truck drove into the distance, which seemed to be premeditated......

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