Digital Killer 05 Tracking
After leaving the funeral home, Bai Yutang called Gongsun and informed him that there was another deceased person here. Then, he got into the car with Zhan Zhao.
"What's next?" Zhan Zhao looked through the records of the taxi hit someone in the file folder.
"Go to the prison." Bai Yutang adjusted the angle of the rearview mirror and "chat about that crazy uncle."
"Wu Hao, 47 years old, has been driving a taxi for more than 20 years, is married, and has a 19-year-old daughter in college..." Zhan Zhao closed the document, "No matter how you look, it doesn't look like a life that a person who is crazy about revenge on society should have."
"I heard that uncle directly broke his personality in court and was sent to a mental hospital."
"Madman, schizophrenia and mental illness are three completely different concepts!" Zhan Zhao lit the dashboard, "You are speeding!"
"It's no difference to me. In your eyes, people are divided into N types, and in my opinion, there are only two types: good people and bad people." Bai Yutang said as he looked at the rearview mirror, "Do you think the car behind us is following us?"
Zhan Zhao was about to turn around, but Bai Yutang stopped him, "Don't look back! Look from here." As he said that, he turned the rearview mirror.
Through the rearview mirror, Zhan Zhao saw a black Honda three or four meters behind them. "I can't see anything wrong... Is it your intuition again?"
"I have received professional training! Cat." Bai Yutang raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhan Zhao's seat belt.
"What do you want to do?" Zhan Zhao grabbed the seat belt alertly and looked at him sideways.
"Do you know what the fundamental difference between me and you?" Bai Yutang smiled wickedly and turned the rearview mirror back into its original position. "You are from the theoretical school, and I... from the practical school!" After that, he stepped on the accelerator.
Spyker The super performance of the C8 was immediately revealed. After easily surpassing several cars, Bai Yutang reduced his speed back to his previous speed. Not long after, the two black Hondas appeared behind them again.
"Hmph..." Bai Yutang raised his eyebrows proudly to Zhan Zhao.
"It's indeed close to the sixth sense of beasts." Zhan Zhao adjusted the rearview mirror again to the angle he could see, "I have written down the license plate and model. Should I find someone to investigate?"
"It must be a forged." Bai Yutang picked up his sunglasses and put them on, "Sit down firmly, cat!"
"What do you want to do?" Zhan Zhao grabbed the handle of the roof of the car. "Maybe they just like your car and want to take a photo with it."
"I generally ignore tracking that is of unknown significance."
"It seems that people often follow you." Zhan Zhao curled his lips and tightened his seat belt again.
"It's true! I'm very popular!" Bai Yutang emphasized, "But they all lack basic common sense!"
"What's the meaning??"
"You know, even on the road, it is impossible for anyone to follow a pilot flying a fighter plane!!" After saying that, he stepped on the accelerator.
Bai Yutang's crazy racing continued until the prison gate. When the two got off the car, they were already empty behind them.
"How does it feel?" Bai Yutang's expression was still full of unsatisfactory expression, "It should be like this when driving!"
Zhan Zhao disagreed: "I suggest you buy a few more insurances. Your behavior shows that you still enjoy the superiority you were when you were a pilot! This fully proves that your social positioning is seriously incorrect."
"Hu..." Bai Yutang sighed, reached out and snapped his fingers, leading Zhan Zhao's gaze forward. "Look there!! Cat! Look there!"
The gate of the prison in front stood tall, and Bai Yutang continued: "Where are the people you want to study! Go there to show your excessive analytical desire! Don't treat me as the white mouse you are testing!!"
"In fact, you are the white mouse!" Zhan Zhao took two steps to catch up with Bai Yutang and walked into prison with him, "This is your destiny!!"
Chapter completed!