Blackstone Code

In fact, many people will think about a question when they witness, or hear about, or see in movies and TV shows those car accidents caused by out-of-control vehicles.

If it were me, what would I do?

People without operating skills may quickly give up on this problem, but some people with operating skills will think about how to regain control of the car.

But the truth is not that simple.

Due to limitations in technology and other reasons, the Federation's car steering at this time did not have a power assist system.

Once the direction is out of control, the huge force and direction will jam the steering wheel to the left or right. How to use human power to resist this force?

It would be more reliable to open the car door and put one foot out to stop the car!

The warden was still very calm when the vehicle lost control. He tried to save the steering wheel, but obviously he couldn't. He did two things next.

The first thing is to protect your body and keep some distance between your body and the car structure.

The second thing is to hold the pistol in your hand.

If this wasn't an accident...and it certainly wasn't an accident, then the other party would have come down to check on the situation.

At that time, it was the best time for him to fight back!

The car lost its direction and rushed off the road. Beyond the roadbed was wilderness land, and the ground near the road was relatively firm.

Fortunately for the warden, the car did not overturn and stopped after several collisions with rocks.

He planned to play dead, but what he didn't expect was that the big truck that knocked him off the road didn't stop, and the driver didn't get out either.

The truck roared towards the city, and the warden sitting in the car even forgot to remember the license plate!

Is this... an accident?

Or is there some other conspiracy?

He sat in the car pretending to be unconscious and waited for a while, but no one came close.

Occasionally one or two cars would pass by on the road, but it was obvious that those people had little love.

Instead of stopping to see what happened to the car that ran off the road, they accelerated away.

These days, outside the scope of the neon lights of civilization, the law loses its effectiveness!

After a while, the warden gave up his disguise. He got out of the car and looked around. It didn't look like someone was ambushing him.

He returned to the car, but unfortunately the car had stopped moving.

After the car ran off the road, it collided with many rocks and could no longer start.

He hammered the roof of the car hard and cursed angrily.

To this day, he still doesn't understand. Was this an accident or a premeditated attack?

But whatever it was, he had to get out of here now.

There was no car, so he had to walk. He tried to hitchhike on the road, but people saw that he was a man and had no interest in stopping.

As he walked, he made hitchhiking gestures, until about five o'clock, a police car stopped beside him.

"Need any help, sir?"

The warden identified it carefully and carefully. It was an Interstate Highway Patrol officer.

Their job is to patrol the interstate highways, and the deterrent effect outweighs their actual job requirements.

Crime is common on federal interstate highways because there are often no witnesses and it is easier to dispose of bodies or wreckage.

In order to reduce the incidence of crime and deter the cruelty of these criminals, various states have increased patrols on interstate highways.

After confirming that the two police officers were not fake, the warden told his story.

"Do you remember the license plate of that car?" In the car, a policeman was driving, and another one was taking notes for him.

The warden shook his head, "Everything happened too fast at that time. I was also very nervous and couldn't remember the license plate of the truck."

The policeman showed a somewhat regretful expression, "This way we won't be able to catch that guy as quickly as possible. Apart from these, is there anything else you want to add?"

The policeman gave the transcript to the warden. After taking it, he took a look at it and made sure there was nothing that needed to be modified. With the help of the patrol officer, he confirmed his name.

Soon the city appeared in front of them, and the warden breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they entered the city, everything would be safe.

After refusing to go to the hospital, the car finally stopped at the entrance of an upscale community in the city.

After thanking the two patrolmen for their help, the warden was about to leave when the policeman who had been responsible for communicating with him called out to him.

"My father once told me that there is nothing to be afraid of if you do something wrong, as long as you realize it in time..."

When he heard this sentence, the warden was a little confused. What the hell was this? He even felt that he had heard it wrong?

Or did it hit his head during the collision?

He turned around and looked at the policeman in the car with a confused expression, "Sorry, what did you just say?"

The policeman just continued to smile and said, "It's not too late to call and apologize now. Don't regret it when everything is irreversible!"

"Good luck, sir!"

The police left slowly, and the warden stood there for a long time. He still couldn't figure out what the last two words of the policeman meant.

He subconsciously took out the business card that the police had given him before from his pocket. valley

This was given to him by the police when he was in the car earlier, saying it was their business card and he could call them if he remembered any details.

He didn't pay attention at the time and put it directly into his pocket. But when he took it out again and looked at it carefully, he discovered that the name "Noel Green" was actually written on it!

An indescribable feeling filled his whole body, and the business card in his hand seemed to become hot to the touch. He shivered and dropped it to the ground.

He knew that the other party was telling him in this way that they could kill him quietly and make everything safe for him, as long as he made this call and lowered his head.

If the warden at this time was an ordinary middle-class person whose edges had been smoothed out in society, then he would bow his head at this time.

But he is the warden and the emperor of his own small kingdom. He cannot bow his head so easily.

He looked at the business card on the ground. Many thoughts were instantly born in his mind and at the same time he was extinguished by himself.

Finally he picked up the business card, but he didn't intend to call right away.

He needs to let the Brothers Grimm understand that he will not bow his head, but use another method.

The people on the opposite side can find someone, and he can also find someone. Everyone will sit down and talk about this matter in a relatively equal way, and then solve it instead of bowing their heads.

He returned home, and his wife opened the door for him. Although he was a little surprised and a little embarrassed, the fact that he was fine was the greatest good news.

He didn't tell his wife what happened during this period, and even his own embarrassment was just that the car broke down on the road.

He didn't want anyone to worry about himself or other things.

At nine o'clock in the evening, he contacted the governor's staff. It was not an easy task to be able to run a private prison.

In addition to having money, you also need to have enough connections in the federal government and strong connections in the Department of Justice.

Otherwise, everyone knows that this thing makes money, why would you be asked to do it, right?

After contacting his friend, the warden explained the situation on his side, and the other party also expressed his willingness to help him, the Brothers Grimm, and Little Fox act as an intermediary, allowing them to sit down and resolve the matter peacefully.

With this arrangement, the warden finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Every year, a portion of his income, about one-third, is channeled through various channels to various state officials.

Now that he is in trouble, these people should stand up and help him solve the trouble. This is the way federal capitalists and officials get along.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the warden fell asleep with many thoughts on his mind.

On the other side, Noel glanced at his watch and shook his head.

Obviously, the warden will not call and apologize.

"We are being underestimated!"

Fern had one foot on the table and was shining his own shoes.

He spent over a thousand yuan on this pair of shoes and he liked them very much.

In fact, money is not important, what is important is love. It is difficult to make handmade shoes exactly the same. He always cherishes this pair of shoes.

Putting down the shoe polishing tool, he straightened his clothes, "Let me tell you, we didn't need to give him this opportunity from the beginning. This made me miss "Millionaire". Today is the monthly final!"

Noel shook his head, "We have to learn to be civilized people, and you can watch the replay tomorrow..."

The two brothers turned off the lights and left the office one after another.

The next day, the warden put on his best suit and attended his son's high school graduation ceremony with his wife.

The ceremony was divided into two parts. One was held during the day. Teachers, parents, and students from the school participated together to summarize the development and changes of the students in the past three years, and to imagine their future.

They all say nice things.

There is also a part of the graduation dance in the evening. After all, the boys and girls are about to say goodbye, and they must be given a chance to release their last passion.

Dancing, then deep one-on-one communication or promiscuity, there's something for them.

This is the last harbor in their life journey. After leaving, they will face the storm of life.

As long as you dare to speak, you may not be able to achieve your wish that has not been achieved for three years.

A little after nine o'clock, the warden and his wife appeared on the high school campus.

This is a private high school, and the expensive emerald green lawn is filled with parents of graduates. They come from all walks of life, and at worst they are middle class.

This is also a very special experience for them.

Everyone was chatting and everything was perfect.

Kosai is preparing his own speech. He will give a speech as a student representative later.

He had been preparing for this day for a long time.

Just then, someone found him, "Someone said you have a package waiting for signature at the school gate. You have to go there..."

Cosey smiled and thanked them and left the backstage. He saw the warden and his mother and waved.

He made a gesture to get something and walked towards the school gate.

His mother held the warden's arm with a happy smile on her face, "He is so handsome. He will definitely become a great person."

The warden also nodded proudly. He looked at his son, at his slender back, and at him standing at the school gate, signing on a writing board.

"Yes, he will be a..."

The next second, a car came from nowhere and hit him hard!