Wang Han jumped into his car.

The accelerator was stepped on and left completely.

The hostage ran down from the carriage and looked at the direction where Wang Han disappeared.

"It's the poker man!"

"It must be a poker man!"

Wang Han held the cigarette in his mouth, took off his wig, and stuffed the changed clothes into a plastic bag...

Just entered the city.

When Wang Han turned around and looked for the trash can.

I saw a greasy and vulgar uncle walking towards Wang Han’s car with his hands behind his back.

Wang Han quickly braked.

The uncle smiled evilly at Wang Han.

He patted Wang Han's front of the car, knocked his head on the front of the car, and sat down on the spot.

"Ah, my waist plate! Ah, my hip axis! Ah, my spirit cover! Can you drive? You don't have eyes when driving? Don't you know how to give way to pedestrians? Are you blind?

”

Wang Han was stunned for a moment, and he was still a thug and his head poked out of the car window.

"Da Sabi, I came to the wrong place to hit the car. I have a driving recorder in my car!"

The uncle sat on the ground with his head pressed against the front of Wang Han's car.

He smiled at Wang Han and said, "Don't tell me, I just watched it specifically. Your car doesn't have a driving recorder."

"Damn it!" Wang Han finally understood what the grandson had just slapped the front of the car.

Wang Han put his arm on the car window, "What do you mean?"

"Thirty thousand! Without thirty thousand, you can't leave today."

"There are surveillance everywhere now, it's useless to mess around with it!" Wang Han cursed.

Unexpectedly, this vulgar uncle smiled and said, "Surveillance? Can I not know if there is any surveillance nearby?"

"Do you?"
Chapter completed!