Chapter 4: You will suffer the consequences if you do evil
Faced with this unexpected situation, Zhang Nianzu was a little overwhelmed. Just now in the car, he had always imagined himself as a sharp-eyed, ruthless killer waiting for the target to appear. Now the target appeared and asked the killer for a dollar for the ride. This was embarrassing.
Zhang Nianzu could only refuse dryly: "Beauty, this is not a taxi."
"Stop talking nonsense, two hundred." Zhao Meir's eyes were much sharper than his, and there was a kind of domineering attitude that would not brook any excuse.
Zhang Nianzu wanted to say something, but then he changed his mind and thought that this was also a roundabout way to save the situation - the old lady's fraud only delayed the matter for a few minutes. If Zhao Meir really let Zhao Weiming stop another car and leave, he would most likely not succeed. Only by controlling the target could he have the initiative in the next period of time. Zhang Nianzu smiled and nodded, and had already begun to calculate which road was more congested and could cleverly delay time.
With an old lady staring at him eagerly in front of him, Zhang Nianzu could only put the car in reverse gear.
At this moment, two off-road motorcycles appeared right in front of Zhang Nianzu's car. The riders were all wearing tight leather jackets and pants, with helmets covering their heads, but one could feel their eyes staring at this side coldly. They all put one foot on the ground and kept stepping on the accelerator, making the motorcycles make a huge noise. The threat and warning were very obvious.
Zhang Nianzu initially thought it was a gang of speed racers, but immediately realized that something was wrong - which group of speed racers would be speeding during the morning rush hour?
As we were reversing, the motorcycles on the opposite side also started to move. They were slowly approaching from the left and right, and the gloomy hostility became stronger.
Zhang Nianzu was stunned and asked, "What's going on? Is it you or me?"
Zhao Meier's mind had long drifted elsewhere. After she came to her senses, she said, "I don't know them."
"You'd be crazy to recognize them if they were dressed like this." Zhang Nianzu continued to reverse. At this time, the two riders suddenly took out cans of spray paint at the same time and sprayed them on the front window of the Ford!
"Fuck!" Zhang Nianzu cursed. Now he was finally sure that these two people were going to cause trouble.
This kind of paint sprayed on the windshield will seriously affect the driver's vision, eventually making him blind. Zhang Nianzu certainly couldn't just sit there and wait for death. He stepped on the accelerator and the Ford roared backwards, while nimbly dodging other vehicles, steps and trash cans on the road. Those things seemed to have a magnetic repulsion with the back of the car, and he always managed to avoid them at a very subtle distance at the last moment.
Zhao Meir subconsciously grabbed the safety handle. Besides being a little stunned, she was even more surprised by Zhang Nianzu's explosive driving skills.
Zhang Nianzu quickly exited the fork in the road, and with a beautiful drift turn at the intersection, he finally left the two riders behind. The pedestrians and vehicles on the road kept shouting and cursing, and the road quickly became congested. But before Zhang Nianzu could breathe a sigh of relief, the riders stepped on their accelerator and chased after him. They nimbly twisted and turned to overtake the car in front, and soon caught up again, still spraying paint on the glass from both sides. Zhang Nianzu felt like he was being slapped in the face, but the slow traffic made him helpless. He tried his best to dodge. A car and two motorcycles chased and spun on the road. Cars on the roadside avoided one after another, and angry horns rang all the way. On the road during the morning rush hour, cars could not run fast, but motorcycles could find gaps to shuttle back and forth in the traffic. The current situation was like two coyotes with a clumsy buffalo. The coyotes kept harassing their opponents, hoping to drag down their prey. Zhang Nianzu's car was sprayed with colorful sprays by them, as if it had just come out of a dye vat.
Zhang Nianzu suddenly said: "These two people are coming for you——"
Zhao Meier asked: "How can you be sure?"
"Think about it, the old woman who was trying to scam you wasn't trying to extort money from you. She was trying to lure you out of the car so that these two guys could get close to you. They're in the same group."
Zhao Meir gritted her teeth and after a moment's thought she confirmed Zhang Nianzu's speculation. Even though she had always been calm enough, she was a little panicked now - Zhang Nianzu was just a passerby and the other party was not a good person. Even if the driver in front of her threw her out of the car, she would have nothing to say.
Zhang Nianzu seemed to see what Zhao Meier was thinking. He said seriously, "Don't worry, I won't ignore you, but I may not be able to get to the place you said on time." He had to take precautions in advance. Anyway, his goal was to delay Zhao Meier. However, this little accident also brought him a lot of confusion - Zhao Meier had just returned to China, who could be so bloody to deal with her? Zhao Meier frowned, and was not relieved by Zhang Nianzu's promise.
At this time, Zhang Nianzu drove the car to the leftmost lane and calmly used the isolation guardrail to force the rider on the left to not drive at the same pace as him. This at least ensured that one side was not attacked. Zhao Meir let out a low cry. It turned out that the rider on the right suddenly pressed his face against the car window and gestured viciously towards the car, which seemed to mean: They only want this woman, and others should mind their own business!
Zhang Nianzu shouted to Zhao Meier: "Find something to throw at them!"
Zhao Meir was in a daze for a moment before she opened the storage compartment in front of her at Zhang Nianzu's signal and picked up a wrench.
Zhang Nianzu hurriedly said: "That can't be thrown away!"
"Why?" Zhao Meir thought that Zhang Nianzu was being too soft-hearted at this critical moment.
"That wrench is the one I'm most comfortable with—look for another."
Zhao Meir took out a stack of CDs.
"That's absolutely not possible! They are all out-of-print old songs."
Zhao Meier couldn't help but roll her eyes. Finally, she used two fingers to pinch out a yellowish thing. Her nose was filled with a sour smell. She was about to throw it away subconsciously, but Zhang Nianzu shouted again: "You can't throw that away either. That's Old Wu's sweat towel."
Zhao Meir almost fainted. Her hand trembled and the towel fell back into the storage compartment. After that, she never dared to touch any grass or tree there again.
"Where is the thing I asked you to find?" Zhang Nianzu urged.
Zhao Meier was melancholy for a second, opened her handbag, and threw out her lipstick, small mirror, foundation, perfume, and brooch. These delicate little things hit the rider's helmet with a crackling sound in the wind, but the rider did not move. The scene looked a bit magical.
"They are from Changfeng Company." Zhao Meir said coldly. It seems that throwing things can make people, especially women, feel clear-minded. She immediately grasped the root of the matter.
Zhang Nianzu nodded. Changfeng and Zhiyuan were the two largest taxi companies in the city and had always been in an intense competitive relationship. Companies of this nature would more or less involve underworld forces and small-scale armed conflicts would occur from time to time. As a result, taxi drivers from the two companies would always be hostile to each other when they met on the street. However, the fact that the competition between the companies used such despicable means to target a girl still refreshed Zhang Nianzu's views.
The Ford had left the city and was heading for the provincial highway, allowing the two riders to be more agile and more arrogant, as if the people in the car were already trapped.
"Sit tight!" Zhang Nianzu showed his power, turned the steering wheel and drove the car onto a remote road.
"Where are you going?" Zhao Mei'er did not let down her guard: Why did a passerby appear when she was in trouble? Why was the passerby's driving skills so good? Most people would definitely find a way to find someone to help them immediately if they encountered such a thing, even if they were not scared to death. Why did this person drive the car to the wilderness? She even began to suspect that Zhang Nianzu was in cahoots with these two people. Furthermore, she had already started to plan an escape plan - as long as the other party stopped the car, she would use her handbag to give him a fatal blow, and then take the car and run away!
Fortunately, Zhang Nianzu didn't know what she was thinking. He smiled and said, "It doesn't matter where we go. I suddenly remembered something funny."
"What... is so funny?" Zhao Meir suddenly found that the man in front of her had a very special smile, a little arrogant, a little comfortable, and a little lazy, just like a well-fed beast stretching its body in the sun and yawning.
Zhang Nianzu said: "I remember that there is often such a plot in the movie - whenever a motorcycle chases a car, it must be dressed like a black dog. Why is that?"
Zhao Meier was speechless: "Do you think it's funny?"
Hearing her unfriendly tone, Zhang Nianzu had no choice but to stop entertaining himself.
At this time, everyone left the main road and drove onto the gravel road beside the road. The two riders followed closely. One car and two motorcycles staggered forward on the gravel road. Clusters of gravel were constantly being dug behind them. One of the riders suddenly had an idea and jumped to the front, pressed the front wheel into the pile of stones, stepped on the accelerator, and used the digging force of the rear wheel to shoot a large number of stones at Zhang Nianzu's car window. The other rider did the same thing, and two small launchers were formed in an instant. The broken stones kept hitting the Ford car, making crackling sounds.
"Damn it, these two guys were hired from the acrobatic troupe!" Zhang Nianzu muttered with heartache.
"What should we do?" Although Zhao Mei'er is studying for an MBA, even an elementary school student can see that if she continues like this, she will soon be beaten...
"I can do it, too!" Zhang Nianzu shifted into fourth gear, turned the steering wheel quickly, stepped on the accelerator and brake, and the Ford car roared wildly and spun on the spot. The rear wheels rolled up a huge rain of stones, which hit the two riders on the head and made them cry for their parents.
There’s a saying that goes “You’re responsible for the consequences of your own actions”, and this scene is a perfect reflection of that.
We know that motorcycles are not as powerful as cars, and their wheels are not as thick as cars. In this stone war, the two semi-automatic rifles chattered for a long time, and were finally blown into slag by the Italian gun of the second battalion commander. In addition, although the two riders wore helmets, they were wearing tights. Tights , in addition to covering up and providing limited warmth, have the same effect as being naked. The stones hitting the body will hurt as much as they should, and will never offset the force. Only experienced people will understand that even wearing a cardboard box is better than this!
Zhang Nianzu asked Zhao Meier: "Do you find it funny now?"
