Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 367 Big Brother, Remember to Get Money for Mom
If eyes can capture people, then Chen Chuan, sitting under the tree with his eyes wide open, must be able to capture the two fugitives in the white sedan in one fell swoop.

However, Chen Chuan himself knew that with his courage and ability, he had already reached the pinnacle of his abilities. Although the white sedan was right in front of him, and the fugitive who had committed murder and was carrying a gun was sitting blatantly inside, he could only stare helplessly.

Seriously, I can only stare blankly.

He understood perfectly that losing face was better than losing the battle.

Besides, they now have a car, and the road is visibly smoother. If they really push the other party too far, it's not impossible that they might just floor the gas and crash their way out.

If the other party is on guard, the bicycle probably won't be able to catch up.

The auxiliary police officer standing to the side saw the two of them staring at each other from a distance, especially the young man sitting under the tree, whose aura was no less imposing than that of the gangster sitting in the car with tattoos on his neck.

After the white sedan drove away, he looked at the well-dressed young man sitting on the ground and asked with a hint of gossip:

"Bro, you two have a grudge? What grudge? It's not because of a woman, is it? You threw your bicycle at the intersection just to block this guy? Why throw a bicycle? He just tossed it into the ditch. If you ask me, you should smash his motorcycle, then ride up to him, slam on the brakes, and swerve around him in a half-circle, tsk tsk."

It must be said that this traffic auxiliary police officer, with his exceptional professional skills, also possesses a first-rate ability to read people. At this moment, he unleashed his incredibly rich imagination, conjuring up a love-hate relationship between a rich second-generation heir, a gangster boss, and a goddess.

Upon hearing this, Chen Chuan suddenly realized that this was a ready-made spy!

He stretched out his hands and grabbed the auxiliary police officer's forearm. Following the officer's imagination, he opened his mouth and began to display his playboy nature.

"Dude, that bastard stole my girlfriend and is trying to force himself on her! We have to stick to them now!"

scare!
The auxiliary police officer was startled. He had only made it up casually, but he never expected that it would actually turn into this "forced rape" scenario. He stammered, "You should find the police for this. How can I interfere?"

Chen Chuan pulled the other man close, staring into his eyes and saying quickly, "I've already called the police! They're on their way! We need to guide them!"

Thinking of the fierce Buddha tattoo on the man's neck, he didn't look like someone to mess with. The auxiliary police officer shook his head vigorously: "No, really no! This isn't my responsibility. You have to call the police! Brother, let me give you a piece of advice."

Chen Chuan had a sudden inspiration and used his money power to pull out a wad of banknotes from his pocket and stuff them directly into the other person's clothes.

"Brother, we just need to follow that car. My phone has GPS on, the police will catch up! Please help my girlfriend!"

"Forehead"

This highly skilled traffic auxiliary police officer exchanged a glance with the pitiful rich man, tightened his coat, and said with righteous indignation:
"Brother, I was busy dealing with an accident just now. To be honest, I'm a policeman, and we're going to rescue your wife right now."

"Come on! Get in the car, hold on tight!"

Inside the white sedan.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Old A felt uneasy and kept glancing at the right-side mirror.

"Big brother, who was that kid just now?"

A thin, but menacing-looking young man, a cigarette dangling from his lips, rested his left hand on the car frame and his right hand casually on the steering wheel. A grotesque scar ran across his face, from the right corner of his mouth down to below his right earlobe.

Old A snapped out of his daze, pulled a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket, and took one out. He first held it under his nose and inhaled it a few times with relish before taking a deep drag, as if it were the last cigarette of his life.

After a few puffs of smoke, Old A calmed down considerably.

Not wanting to appear intimidated in front of his underlings, he feigned stating a conclusion he had previously overturned, then casually changed the subject: "That person is most likely a policeman. Xiaoming, given your situation, you should smoke less."

"Police?" Xiao Ming curled his lip and said disdainfully, "How can they be so cowardly? They just let us go like that? They're such cowards."

Old A didn't want to repeat himself on this topic. Seeing Xiao Ming still smoking, he sighed and said, "I know you're restless and want to vent. But as your older brother, I still advise you to save these last few months for your family. People like us have spent most of our lives in the past, and in the end, we still have to go home. Don't waste your precious time. I came back this time to leave some money for my family before turning myself in."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ming took two deep drags on his cigarette and stubbed it out: "Brother, don't talk like I'm about to die. Even though I've been a bit of a scoundrel, I won't let my mother raise me for nothing all these years."

When "Mom" was mentioned, even Xiaoming, whose face was fierce, couldn't help but soften his expression a little.

Old A deliberately turned his head to look out of the car and boat, watching the scenery rushing past, and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Ming, let's call it a day after we've split the money. I guess we won't see each other again until the next life."

Xiao Ming knew perfectly well what was going on.

From what Old A said earlier, it's clear he's considering turning himself in to the police. Given the nature of this murder case, even with the mitigating circumstance of surrendering, he'd likely face a minimum sentence of ten years.

Xiao Ming, who is seriously ill, obviously cannot wait for it.

"Brother."

Perhaps thinking of the young policeman he had bumped into earlier, Xiao Ming smiled for a moment, then said seriously:
"Brother, if the police come, I'll shield you. If I die, remember to give my mother a share of the money."

Upon hearing this, Old A's heart skipped a beat.

He turned his gaze from the window back inside and reassured him, "It's alright. I was just making things up earlier; that kid isn't a cop. I bumped into him once before in the alley. He didn't react at all then."

As he spoke, Old A suddenly fell silent.

Looking in the rearview mirror, he could clearly see the traffic auxiliary policeman he had met at the intersection riding a motorcycle far behind him.

There are two people on the motorcycle!
Xiao Ming, who also noticed the anomaly in the rearview mirror, smiled even more broadly, but his eyes grew colder and colder, flashing with a chilling determination.

He turned the steering wheel and swerved the car onto a side road. After driving for a distance, just as the car was about to disappear into the second corner, he slammed on the brakes.

The white sedan made a screeching sound as its tires spun rapidly across the pavement, leaving a short skid mark.

The two people inside the car were thrown forward uncontrollably due to inertia, but were then pulled back by the seat belts and brought back to their seats.

Older A, who was a bit dizzy from all the commotion, then heard his younger brother's calm remark and the "bang bang" of the car door opening and closing.

"Brother, remember to give my mom the money later."

(End of this chapter)