No matter what, as long as there is hope for escape, you have to be sure.

The traffic police quickly got into the car and drove away. But Erniu did not get into the car again, but squatted next to the nuclear warhead, thinking hard, sweat beads on his forehead pouring down.

The traffic police drove the car to Erniu and shouted at him, "Male Gobi, are you still leaving? If you don't leave, I will leave by myself!"

The traffic police's voice is trembling!

Erniu looked up at the traffic police, but did not speak, and soon turned his eyes to the password input keyboard.

The traffic police also instinctively looked at the countdown time, one and a half minutes. He took a breath, his heart ruthlessly, pushed open the car door and jumped down because he knew he could not escape even if he wanted to.

The traffic police looked at the tall buildings hundreds of meters away and felt uncomfortable because these tall buildings and the people inside would be destroyed because of his choice.

The traffic police had no choice but to choose this place for a limited time.

There is really no need for the traffic police to blame themselves because he has also taken himself in. We have reason to think that after the nuclear bomb explodes, he will be rated as a martyr by the relevant departments.

The traffic police took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then took out a lighter to light it, but his hands were shaking violently, and the lighter fell to the ground all of a sudden. He smiled wryly and asked Erniu, "Did you think of the password?"

"I thought of it, I'm calculating." Erniu.

"Uh,,.What do you mean? Do you still have to calculate the password?" the traffic policeman.

"I suddenly remembered that the password was Erya's birthday, which was exactly eight digits. But I don't remember her birthday, I only remember that her birthday was fifteen days apart from mine. But I was poor in mathematics, and now my head is muddy, so I can't count it." Erniu.

"Fuck, you didn't say it earlier!"

The traffic policeman was angry and vomited out the unlit cigarette in his mouth, and then squatted down in front of Erniu.

"Which day of your birthday?" the traffic policeman.

"X-xx, 198x." Erniu.

"Oh my master, isn't it enough to just subtract fifteen?" The traffic police scolded Erniu and quickly calculated the nuclear bomb password. Then he entered the eight-digit number from the keyboard. However, there was no response, and the countdown continued.

15,14,13,…

The traffic police swallowed, "No response!"

"Train Police Brother, Erya's birthday is fifteen days earlier than mine. It should not be reduced, it should be added." Erniu.

The traffic police glared at Erniu and then kicked him out in the crotch. Erniu was kicked several times and screamed on the ground with his life in his arms.

Addition and subtraction are too easy to make up, and eight numbers appear in the traffic police's mind. He entered eight numbers with the last three seconds left in the countdown. The panel display system entered, and then he clicked the stop countdown button. The last second of the countdown became eternity in an instant.

The traffic police were worried and stared at the countdown "1" for ten seconds before laughing out loud. They sat on the ground and lay down.

Erniu was still screaming, and his life was in great pain.

The traffic police rolled two times intriguedly and turned over to Erniu, and said in surprise: "Boy, we succeeded, we succeeded!"

Erniu grinned and didn't reply.

The traffic police's next behavior became a little vulgar, and he grabbed Erniu's place. He felt it with his hands that the two round things were still intact, and it was okay.

"Call you call me sister! It's not broken yet." Traffic policeman.

"Then I'll try kicking you." Erniu.

One minute later, Erniu and the traffic police, the two strangers, laid the back of their heads on the nuclear warhead, holding a cigarette in their mouths, swallowing clouds and smog.

Erniu was telling a story to the traffic police, about him and about Zhang Erya. The first time the traffic police heard a story about a "superfighting Xiaomin" that was so exciting.

"Train Police Brother, Erya is innocent. She is a very pitiful woman." Erniu.

"Don't call me the traffic police brother, from now on, I will call you brother, Erniu brother." The traffic policeman.

"Uh," Erniu was stunned for a moment, "Train Police Little Brother, if Erya escapes to Milijian, would you not chase her, okay? She is really innocent. If you want to chase her, just chase the stinky brat of the Ye family."

"Little Traffic Police?" Traffic Police.

"Uh, hehe, traffic policeman."

...

A nuclear bomb crisis was resolved like this, which was very thrilling and dramatic.

Erniu, an inconspicuous little man, although he was confused about the nuclear bomb crisis, his achievements outweighed his faults and far outweighed his faults. What awaited him would be rewards, multimedia interviews. His fate was destined to be rewritten, and his status in his mother-in-law's house would also be increased. It is not even ruled out that this guy will divorce his ugly wife in the future and marry a beautiful woman again.

You look down on me today, and you can't stand up to me tomorrow! Erniu said this to the contractor and will soon be fulfilled in him. We must believe that this sentence will be fulfilled in more small people, because there have never been a shortage of miracles in this society.

After Ye Fei and Erya died, Boeing 737 returned and landed at Jiangdong International Airport in midnight. Ximen Yuntian, who had always rarely asked for help, asked Director Liu Weidong for something, asking him to help him book a plane, and now he flew to the ink-sized Bali Island.

Ximen Yuntian rushed to Bali Island twice in a row but failed to make a trip, which made him very depressed.

Why is it so difficult to get married? Why are there any twists and turns? Is there really a problem with your character? Or is it because God is jealous when he sees that he has married a good wife?

As the saying goes, things are just three. Ximen Yuntian is going to rush to Bali Island for the third time. He is thinking: I am so happy that I have to break through even if there is a sword in front of me, because I really don’t want to disappoint my prospective wife Zhao Yaya.

It's early in the morning, and there are so few flights to Ink. Ximen Yuntian couldn't wait, and had to feel the fence at dawn and let the wedding be held as planned for the first time. So he thought of chartered flights.

It is easy to charter a flight. As long as you have money, there is no plane that you can't book. But chartering a flight at this time is a bit too scammed. The airline leader and captain and other figures have fallen asleep long ago, and Ximen Yuntian is not Li Erdan, and his connections are so bad that it is not easy to charter a flight. If Li Erdan chartered the flight at this time, he could get one in a minute. In this case, Ximen Yuntian had no choice but to ask Director Liu Weidong for help.

"Charging a flight is OK. I just need to ask the manager to say it, but our bureau cannot reimburse the charter flight fee! There are too many." Director Liu Weidong said.
Chapter completed!