ps: (I am sick recently, so I guarantee that I will update one day. If I get a little better, I will resume two updates. ==== Regarding the cleaning brush mentioned by Qidian recently, I think every person who reads books knows that the poor silk in Hang is not affordable. Sitting on Qidian to reorganize the situation! Also, I would like to thank everyone for their support in the recent stage!)

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Woo woo woo woo woo~~~ The sharp sirens resounded throughout the street.

The whistling police cars rushed past one by one, but the mass-produced goods purchased by the government wholesale were not as good as the Ferrari sports cars running in the front. Although the scene seemed to be that the police cars were just chasing Ferrari, in fact, these police cars were always all police cars involved in the encirclement of the blocks along the way transferred through the radio station. At first, the police cars that found these car thieves had already been thrown out of two streets!

If this continues, if these car thieves who have already planned their escape routes are put on the highway, it will be difficult for these policemen to catch up with these cunning habitual criminals again!

Setting up a card in advance is of little use to these experienced habitual offenders! They may have prepared a way to transfer halfway!

"Stinky sticks! Go and eat shit!" In the end, he rushed onto the highway and stepped on the throttle to drive a bottle of wine from the sports car that was soaring at speed.

Under the action of speed, the police car that followed behind was caught off guard by a wine bottle, and the entire windshield was directly smashed into pieces.

The driver who lost his vision had to panic and threw the car on the side of the road according to his memory, which almost led to the tragic disaster of the car being destroyed and the people being killed.

However.

Although no casualties were caused, the police cars that blocked the road also made the police cars that were not as fast as those of car thieves in the future brake suddenly, and it was impossible to chase them again.

"Is the sports car in 1973?" No one noticed the police car, but police officer Sean looked calm.

Some police officers at the scene started to call directions and wanted to go around and continue chasing. Some people were using the radio to contact the police station, and the scene was a bit messy.

Shao Cheng pushed the door and got out of the car, took a few steps to the police car with broken glass, and picked up a piece of wine bottle from the nearby ground.

Before putting it on the nose, Shao Cheng sniffed it.

This action was seen by a policeman next to him: "What are you doing?" he asked with a squinted eye.

"Smell and see what kind of wine it is." Shao Cheng, who looked up with Sean's appearance, said.

"What kind of wine is it?" The other party was obviously a little curious. In fact, this is also a not-so-observant occupational disease - police like to spy on secrets and want to catch and beat people at any time. Teachers like to preach to others. They think they are right, and the doctors don't speak deadly, and they are numb to life and death. In fact, they are all problems with long-term career activities.

"Vodka, and it's Bernie's brand. Who prefers drinking this kind of wine in this piece?" Shao Cheng glanced at the trademark on the remaining wine bottle. Sean's memory was like this kind of wine.

"Vodka? Many people love to drink it. This is impossible to check!"

Shao Cheng smiled: "Many people like vodka and whiskey... However, there are not many people who like it so much that they have to bring them when stealing cars!"

After saying that, Shao Cheng got into the car and left here.

As for whether the policeman who had said a few words to him would follow this direction, he didn't care.

Actually, for now.

In most countries in the world, police do not rely on reasoning as mentioned on TV. Take a certain period in China for example. When a group of nepotism joins the police station, they will know that they will need to get a slap. They will have a document that "the murder case must be solved" on their hair. What a fucking reasoning below is that the murder case "the murder case must be solved" is a big deal!

Those who understand a little bit of common sense will understand that murders cannot be solved!

Police are also human beings! They are not gods! How can they solve every case?

So why did those difficult and complicated cases have been unable to do anything for many years and the documents were quickly broken through? Who can’t do the things on the documents?

Torture confessions, coercion and temptation, sign and write and write, and the public security, procuratorate and courts in the district have the final say... For the sake of political achievements or personal future! Can some of the following people not "must break"?

With this "upsider", the people below naturally no longer have torture and frame-up methods. The bad ones are promoted and made money, and the good ones are excluded... After a long time, even if they have a conscience, they will lose their conscience.

The American police in 1973 were not very good either.

Although we have already obtained technical means such as fingerprints and footprints to solve the case, we still have to rely on informants to find criminals.

After hearing Shao Cheng's analysis, the police went back to find a few gangsters in the industry and asked who was drinking alcohol and who loved vodka. I won't say much.

However, Shao Cheng had already smelled other smells on the fragments of the wine bottle...

The taste of steel and roses...

...

Just after eight o'clock in the evening.

A van drove from the field into a scrap treatment plant in the suburbs of New York City.

After bypassing the "slums" filled with metal garbage and waste electrical appliances, the truck drove into the only dilapidated factory in the scrap processing plant.

Even though it is wrapped in gray work pants, it is hard to hide its slender, round, and sexy thighs lightly land on the ground.

Several helpers who had been waiting for a long time walked out of the scrap factory and opened the carriage.

Brushing the floor - Two incandescent lights shine from the inside and out of the car.

Everyone looked at the new Ferrari sports car in the car, and couldn't help but let out an excited "wolf howl"!

"Wow~~~! Look at this big baby! Dino 308!!! If you transfer it to the buyer... we can do it for a year!" The mechanic Thade, who has always been responsible for repairs in this group of thieves, jumped into the car excitedly and stroked the beautiful and textured shell of the new sports car.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and go and do it! Tomorrow Shirley, John, Ray - you three will take the car to the buyer and get the final payment back! Divide tonight!" Monica waved her hand and directed.

At this time, there were six people in the factory, four men and two women.

Four tall, big or at least very strong men were not disgusted at all when they listened to Monica's command. It was obvious that Monica had always been the leader of this group of people.

After the baptism of World War II, the huge gap between men and women has been bridged a lot.

But in a gray group that must have a certain violent nature, it is naturally obvious how difficult it is for a woman to become the leader of a small group without relying on men.

certainly.

Monica is a woman with real skills.

Car stealing, marksmanship, socializing... Although Monica, who has been in the gray industry since childhood, became a stunning beauty when she grew up, her personality is as strong as a female leopard. She would rather support such a small car-theft team than be the forbidden body of some underworld bosses.

Instruct your subordinates.

Monica returned to the second floor of the factory and took more than three months to isolate the residence and built.

Close the door, isolate the smell of engine oil and metal outside, and smell the fragrance of lavender on the balcony, Monica then felt a little relaxed...

Stealing a car is really tiring.

Especially when there are a group of policemen behind you who may shoot you at any time!

Monica kicked off her big-headed leather shoes with yellow leather on her feet, and her white and slender feet as white as milk made her shudder on the cold concrete floor.

Withdrawing from the gray work clothes, Monica looked at the big floor-to-ceiling mirror at the corner of the wall with a graceful figure... Uh?! Monica's expression froze and almost immediately rushed to the sofa beside her!

thump!
Chapter completed!