Golden Greenery

The road is not wide, just a two-lane ordinary grade road. The huge Harley-Davidson motorcycle was lying in the middle of the road and no vehicles were allowed to pass.

Xiaotong parked the Mercedes-Benz smoothly about 20 meters away from the motorcycle, but did not turn off the engine and did not take off the accelerator with her right foot.

Zhuo Yang didn't know why, and muttered hesitantly: "What the hell is going on?"

Xiaotong said: "Don't get out of the car!" and activated the central door lock, and raised the three-sided glass to close, leaving only one-fifth of the window gap on the driver's side.

A tall, fat middle-aged man got off the motorcycle and looked like he was fifty years old. He has a small back and short beard, a dark plaid shirt over a white T-shirt, jeans and brown short leather boots, a very ordinary middle-aged and elderly German dress.

This guy walked up to the car carelessly, stretched out his fingers and knocked on Xiaotong's car window twice, signaling him to open it wider.

Xiaotong did not do as he asked, and still maintained a posture that could be activated at any time. She just turned her head and asked: "What's wrong?"

The person who came did not insist on lowering the glass or opening the door. He said through the gap in the glass: "You——, were you on the hillside over there just now..." He pointed to the slope at the end of the road. The place where Zhuoyang and the other three were sitting on the ground just now and talking was outside the cemetery.

"Is there littering there?"

Zhuo Yang: "..."

When the three of them were chatting on the hillside outside the cemetery just now, they did use a few tissues for blowing their noses and spitting. The car was at the bottom of the mountain, and there were no trash cans around, so I lost my temper and threw the paper towels into the grass.

But, is this a problem?

Xiaotong remained calm: "What then?"

The fat man said seriously: "Please go back and pick up the garbage. Everyone must care for the environment."

Grandpa Mo: "..."

Have you met an environmentalist? Have you met the legendary patriotic health movement enthusiast?

Xiaotong remained calm: "Is there any other way?"

The fat man nodded: "The fine is 50 euros, and I will clean it for you."

Damn it, it turned out to be a porcelain affair! In remote areas of China, unscrupulous people often stop passing vehicles and extort money under various pretexts. This seems to be an international culture.

Grandpa Mo took advantage of him. He was a native of Hanover and a local leader here. Although he had not often wandered around Hanover in recent years, how could he tolerate being treated in such a despicable manner.

"Fuck you!" Grandpa Mo said and went to pull the car door. He sat on this side. But just now Xiaotong had locked the central control, and Grandpa Mo didn't open it at first. When he went to unlock it again, Xiaotong stopped him.

"Don't get out of the car!"

Saying that, Xiaotong quickly took out a 50-euro banknote from his trouser pocket and handed it out through the window.

The fat man smiled proudly. After looking at Xiaotong through the window for a few seconds, he took the banknote, flicked it loudly, and stuffed it into his butt pocket.

Xiaotong pointed to the motorcycle in front of her and signaled him to get out of the way. However, the fat man did not move and continued to look at him.

Xiaotong is on high alert and can quickly activate the vehicle or launch a violent attack at any time.

"What are you looking at?"

Grandpa Mo: "..."

Xiaotong smiled, but still didn't care about it. She just made the "please" gesture again and asked him to leave quickly.

"I asked you what you were looking at?"

"Don't be so fucking shameless!" Zhuo Yang was angry and shouted in the car: "If you keep talking nonsense, you won't be able to leave today!"

The fat man quickly glanced at the back seat. Perhaps he felt that he was not sure about the one-on-one situation, so he stopped trying to find trouble. He spread his hands and stepped back, then returned to his motorcycle, started it and left with a bang.

But he didn't take the money and go back to the cemetery to pick up trash. Instead, he drove in the original direction, that is, toward the city, and the speed was not slow.

Xiaotong stared at the retreating shadow of the motorcycle and quickly judged the current situation. He is the most professional guard and almost no information is missed.

Although the cemetery is remote, there are still sparse crowds of people coming to pay their respects. Xiaotong had seen this fat man in the cemetery just now, and he kept looking here. Although Xiaotong paid attention, he couldn't explain anything just now. Maybe he was curious about the two oriental faces appearing here, or maybe he recognized the two stars Mertesacker and Zhuo Yang.

Now that the fault has been clearly identified, it is still difficult to judge whether it is an accidental act of unruly behavior or a premeditated act.

Xiaotong did not start the Mercedes-Benz immediately. He asked: "How far is it from the city?"

"About ten kilometers." Grandpa Mo said.

"How far is the nearest fork in the road ahead?" Xiaotong asked again.

"Well... there is a crossroads two or three kilometers away, right out of the mountains, leading to Pattenson and Wennichsen on both sides." Grandpa Mo is quite familiar with this area, unlike Zhuo Yang, who is only familiar with the urban area. He couldn't figure out this kind of remote mountain road.

Xiaotong held the steering wheel and thought urgently about countermeasures.

He knew the situation along the way when he came. If he went back now and returned to Pattenson or Hannover according to the original route, he had to return to the foot of Marienburg Mountain first, and then there would be three forked roads to choose from, leading to the town of Pattenson. and Hannover city limits, as well as wildlife reserves further south.

In the six or seven kilometers before this, there were no forks in the road, so we could only keep moving along the road.

If the fat man acted premeditated, the direction in which he left might have been a deliberate attempt to make the Mercedes-Benz confused and then return the same way. After all, that side was more remote.

Whether moving forward or backward, it is essentially a gambling behavior. When you are isolated and without information, you must make a choice and take some risks. Of course, fat men are most likely to simply fall into trouble. It is just a matter of professional vigilance and various psychological preparations.

Xiaotong decided to continue moving forward. After all, it was closer to the city. In two steps, it would be completely out of the mountains and the road would be right next to the town.

The motorcycle was no longer visible. Xiaotong started the vehicle and continued driving forward.

The road condition was still very bad, and the lonely streetlight on the roadside was still rusty. It was still early in the evening anyway, so I didn't expect it to illuminate. According to Grandpa Mo's introduction, after leaving the mountainous area and arriving at the crossroads, the road conditions there will be very good. It is the main road between the two small towns on the left and right and to the city. The only way to go is because it is basically used by grave sweepers. Yeah, so it’s not surprising at all that it sucks.

"Zhuoyang, Mr. Xiaomo. If something happens later, remember not to get out of the car casually." Xiaotong warned the two of them again.

"What? Julius... do you think there is something wrong with that person just now?"

"It's hard to say, it's better to be cautious."

Grandpa Mo was a little disdainful: "It's a local accent from Hanover. I'll dig this guy out when I have time, but I want to see who is so bold. Julius, I will give you 50 euros to get back."

Xiaotong smiled: "Money is just a small problem, it doesn't matter."

Although they have not been in contact for a long time, Xiaotong knows that Grandpa Mo is a mature and steady person, but this time as a Hanover native, she feels a little embarrassed, especially when her brother's friend actually wants to lose money to avoid disaster. This is really a loss of status. .

Grandpa Mo was angry as the car drove out of the mountainous area. There was a Harley Prince motorcycle, two cars, and nine strong men lying across the middle of the road ahead.

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