Arriving from Beitong City to Xiancheng City is about 200 kilometers away. There is no direct railway access between the two sides, so you can only take the national highway, and the drive is nearly 3 hours.

After all, it is not a full-time highway. You also need to switch to municipal highways and provincial highways on the way, especially when you pass through the city and county, you can increase the speed to more than 70 yards per hour, which is simply not a person's life.

The more towns there are, the less awareness of traffic regulations will be. If the speed of the car is 50 yards, the road conditions are already very good.

In the early morning, a police van picked up Zhou Xueyan's ex-boyfriend Wang Wu from the suburban prison in Beitong City, Jianghuai Province, and there was a black Passat in front of it.

Wang Wu was very surprised. He had never expected that the application for prison transfer he had submitted tentatively would be approved so quickly. This was simply the speed of light.

Whoever dares to say that China is serious and the government is slow to do things, he will definitely be anxious with the other party.

Although Wang Wu was more or less disappointed when he learned that the destination was the Second Prison in Xiancheng City, 200 kilometers away.

But after all, this is a good start. At least for a short period of time, that crazy woman will not find herself in the prison in Beitong City.

Whenever Wang Wu mentioned Zhou Xueyan, he felt cold all over.

Next, just continue to apply for prison transfer, until the remote prison where birds do not shit, then you can truly rest assured.

As for the surrounding environment, Wang Wu didn't care at all.

There is no difference for prisoners who are imprisoned all day long. They will not eat less or drink less. Even without big fish and meat, they can at least fill their stomachs. This is enough for lifeless criminals who are lucky enough to save their lives. What else can they expect?!

"There is a speed measurement for two hundred meters ahead, with a speed limit of 120."

"There is a speed measurement three hundred meters ahead, with a speed limit of 80. Please slow down."

The navigation system issued reminders one after another, and the 90-yard van of the transit was slowing down rapidly. Everyone in the car couldn't help but lean forward slightly.

"Sometimes 120, sometimes 80, what the hell?"

The prison guards driving were a little annoyed. They were only three hundred meters apart and two speed test probes were successively set. If the speed of the car was above 100 yards, they would definitely be hit.

With just three hundred meters, it is impossible to reduce the speed of 100 yards to 80 yards, unless the brakes are pressed hard to rear-end the vehicle behind.

It's okay if you are rear-ended by a small car, but once you are arched by a large car, the whole car will definitely end up in a split end.

Keep lightly braked under your feet to slow down the speed to 80 yards.

"There is a speed measurement of four hundred meters ahead, with a speed limit of 60, please slow down!"

The navigation prompt sounded like a death-hunting ghost sounded again.

The prison guards in the car started to scream and scold.

"This is fishing to generate income!"

"Is it a waste of money?"

"Despicable! Shameless!"

The traffic police have a deep routine and are caught if they are accidentally caught.

Can anyone safely break through this kind of income-generating path? Is there a minimum speed limit on the highway?

This is simply a pitfall!

If you are photographed, let alone a prison guard, even if you are a municipal party committee member, you have to deduct points and pay a fine. If you borrow favors, you will be able to pass the test. What about dreaming?!

Nowadays, digital management is easy to take pictures. If you want to delete and modify it, it would be strange if you don’t disturb the Discipline Inspection Commission.

For two points, a few hundred yuan, I was invited to have tea and talk to each other. That was a huge injustice.

"Damn it! It's a hell! It's not like passing through the tunnel, where did you get the speed of 60 per hour?"

The prison guard who was driving the Quanshun police van had to step on the accelerator, which was a little harder than just now.

There were suddenly more vehicles in front of them, slowing down, and finally stopped.

Passat and the prison guards on the all-transit train felt a chill and there was a traffic jam on the highway.

I was either building a road or having a car accident. If I wanted to pass through smoothly, it would take half an hour to get faster and I didn’t know when it would take me to slow down.

"What's ahead?"

On the Passat driving the road in front of him, a prison guard pushed the door and walked down, asking the people in the cars ahead.

"There is a big car that has overturned in front of me. The driver has nothing to do. The highway traffic police are coming here. They have to wait for the crane, wait, wait, wait, and wait, at least two hours."

Someone just ran back from the front, and the reason for the traffic jam was quickly known to everyone.

In a short while, vehicles of all sizes were parked behind Passat and Quanshu, extending for two or three kilometers.

Anyway, there was a blockage in front of me, and I didn’t know when the traffic would resume, so it was useless to be anxious. Some people simply got out of the car, stretched their arms and kicked their legs, moved their bodies or danced awkwardly, or they would come to the side of the road to chat and smoke.

In the two police cars escorting Wang Wu, none of the prison guards got out of the car and were still staying in the car.

However, Wang Wu, wearing shackles, became more and more uneasy, as if a thorn was twisting his body from time to time, muttering to himself: "No, this is not right!"

Suddenly he was blocked on the road and failed to arrive at Xiancheng Prison, which made him feel uneasy for no reason.

One of the four prison guards sitting in the same car with Wang Wu was dissatisfied with the prisoner's restlessness and shouted: "Be quiet, what's wrong? Isn't it normal to overturn and traffic jam on the highway?"

"No, no, it's her coming! She's coming! I know, it's like that! This is a trap, I'm the bait! Let me go! I'm leaving!"

Wang Wu seemed to have figured out something suddenly, and shouted in horror.

Since childhood childhood sweethearts, Zhou Xueyan has learned about Wang Wu, and Wang Wu also knows Zhou Xueyan. Once some things are connected, it is easy to find other unproven clues, which only requires simple reasoning.

With Wang Wu's IQ, it is not difficult to guess at this time.

The prison guard shouted: "Be quiet!"

The prisoner's screams make people very annoyed.

Wang Wu shouted in a panic: "You idiots, she is coming, we can't stay here! She will kill me!"

"Who, who is coming?"

The four prison guards looked at each other, and it was hard to believe that a life imprisonment prisoner who was locked in a prison cell and had poor contact with the outside world would know more than they did.

"Zhou! Xue! Yan! That madman, she is already crazy! Anything can be done."

There was a cool air in Wang Wu's voice, and the three words Zhou Xueyan popped out almost word by word, as if this name was a great taboo for him.

Perhaps because of the fear in his heart, sweat quickly saw on his forehead, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans emerged one after another.

"Don't think about it randomly. The transfer to prison is confidential. How can others know? If you stay in the car honestly, there will be no danger!"

The prison guard who works in a suburban prison in Beitong City, Jianghuai Province, does not know much about the incident of a mentally ill patient escaping in a capital city next to the neighboring province.

Even if you understand something, you won't take it to heart.

The 79 submachine guns in their hands are not vegetarians. They swept over and over again, and even a big buffalo had to lie down on the spot.

What's more, this Transit van is customized for police use, and the steel plate and strength of the body are more solid than ordinary civilian vehicles.

So the prison guards said nothing wrong. As long as they stay in the car honestly, there will be no danger.

But Wang Wu did not listen, and he trembled all over.

The four prison guards guarding him looked at each other, and one of them said, "Prepare the tranquilizer!"

"Okay, this guy scares himself, something will happen sooner or later."

"Give him an injection first, have a good sleep, and wake up and arrive at the place."

"I agree!"

The four quickly reached an agreement.

But just as they were about to give Wang Wu a tranquilizer, they suddenly heard a muffled sound, and the car body seemed to be hit by something, and then a burst of screams rang out outside.

Looking out through the car window, I saw white smoke flying over from the roadside, in a large number.

Occasionally, a large ball would disintegrate in the air, falling onto the expressway like a celestial girl scattering flowers.

Many people shouted and ran away with their heads in their arms, or quickly got into their cars and lifted up the window glass to avoid sucking in the white fog with unknown ingredients.

The things that fell between the vehicles continued to produce strong white fog, making the hundreds of meters long highway hazy and occupied by fog.

If it weren't for the internal circulation mode and air filtration that were standard for vehicles, it would be useless to hide in the car.

Of course, even so, it won’t last long. The filter will fail quickly and the oxygen circulating in the internal area will be quickly exhausted.

Some people couldn't hide, inhaled some white mist and made a violent coughing sound, and some people ran faster in the distance.

The prison guard on a black Passat in front of him dipped a towel with tea, covered his mouth and nose and rushed out of the car, quickly picked up the smoked things and threw them far away to the side of the road.

There were seven or eight "smoke screen bombs" like this, which soon wrapped the entire car in a vague way.

Bang! A prison guard who was picking up a "smoke screen bomb" suddenly flew up and hit Quan Shun's windshield.

"There is a situation!"

The prison guard driving and the prison guard in the passenger seat shouted at the same time, and the two went to touch the gun with all their might.

With a loud bang, the windshield shattered instantly, and thick fog swept in, causing the two prison guards to cough desperately, quickly opened the car door, and stumbled out.

But before I could take a few steps, there was no movement.

Because it is a police vehicle, the cab of this transit is isolated from the rear compartment. Although the windshield is broken, the thick smoke will not enter the rear compartment for a while.

The four prison guards guarding Wang Wu realized the seriousness of the situation. They pulled the bolt, aimed the two at the cab, and aimed the two at the door to prevent someone from suddenly breaking into the door.
To be continued...