Chapter 6 Executioner

I love nature, so I often travel by car.During the journey, I enjoyed a lot of natural scenery, and saw a lot of anecdotes and strange things. At the same time, I also saw many tragic car accident scenes-fragmented cars, bloody victims. The scenes of car crashes and deaths have become familiar, and for this, I often blame myself for being a cold-hearted person. But one evening, as I was driving down the roads of Pennsylvania, I realized that I was not that hard-hearted.The situation is like this: When I drove through that section of the road, I found an ambulance and two police cars parked by the side of the road. Through the constantly flashing police lights, I saw a scene that I will never forget.

It was a young girl, no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, but unfortunately, she was fixed at this age forever. She was wearing a yellow T-shirt, blue jeans, girly attire, but she was wearing high heels, which seemed out of place.She has straight blond hair, bright lip gloss on her lips, and sunglasses with blue lenses hanging over one ear... She was in an odd position, though—not lying peacefully on the side of the road, but hanging like a rag from a telephone pole ten feet high.The telephone pole pierced her back and passed through her chest, and the blood flowed down the pole, soaking the soil below... It was a horrible scene!With great difficulty, two paramedics in white coats lifted her body from the telephone pole and lowered it to the ground.Even the policemen who were used to bloody scenes couldn't bear to look directly at this tragic scene. They all turned their eyes to the ground or the vehicles passing by.

This is an extremely tragic car accident scene! A wrecked car was parked on the side of the road, and there was a blown tire on the ground. In the driver's seat of the car sat a boy with an earthy face and tears streaming down his face.It turned out that when the young men and women drove here, their car tires suddenly blew out, so they parked the car on the side of the road and began to repair the damaged tires. At this moment, a car drove quickly from behind The car, unable to dodge in time, hit the girl straight on. The huge impact lifted the girl into the air, and finally hung on the telephone pole by the side of the road. The driver who caused the accident didn't even stop. fled the scene.

The drivers passing by here were all moved when they saw such a tragic scene, and some drivers even had poor psychological quality and vomited on the spot.I also felt a tumbling stomach, so I hurriedly rolled down the car window and stuck my head out of the car, but I only retched a few times, but nothing came out. I usually drive very carefully, never speeding, and strictly abide by traffic regulations.Now I'm more careful, keeping the car under eighteen miles an hour.Since a car accident just happened here, the police will definitely search for the vehicle involved in the accident. I don't want to be stopped by the police as a suspect vehicle, because I have a secret, and now I only hope to get away from the police. So, I cautiously Drive past the scene of the accident.

It was about two o'clock in the morning, and my destination was Philadelphia—a long way to go.I drove forward for about thirty or forty miles, and I saw a gas station on the side of the road, so I stopped the car and asked the gas man to fill up the car, then I locked the door and walked into a restaurant near the gas station . I took a seat, sipped my coffee, and thought about what to do after Philadelphia.At this time, I noticed that someone seemed to be looking at me. I turned my head and took a look. It turned out that there was a well-dressed man with gray temples sitting on the seat behind me.

When the man noticed that I was looking at him, he avoided my gaze and turned his head to the window.From the window next to him, I can clearly see my car with Utah license plates parked outside the restaurant. Judging from the clothes of the man in front of him, he must not be a policeman.Just for his suit, cufflinks, watch and diamond ring, it is roughly estimated that this set of clothes can't be bought without five thousand yuan.So who is he?Is he following me?It doesn't matter!I had my face reshaped and no one recognizes me now.Thinking of this, I felt relieved, so I left him alone and continued drinking my coffee.

After drinking my coffee, I got up to leave the restaurant. By accident, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the man came out after me. I turned to the right and he turned to the left. So I stopped and pretended to look into the window. gifts.Later, he walked towards a red, expensive foreign sports car, which was obviously his car. I also got into my car and drove onto the main road. I checked the rearview mirror and found that he was not following me, and there was no vehicle following me. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief and slow down the speed Keep it at forty miles per hour, while leisurely listening to music while driving on the wide open road.Although I had a vague feeling that something was wrong with the guy in the restaurant, I quickly forgot about him.

Just after I drove about two or three miles, I suddenly noticed in the rearview mirror that there was a dark shadow chasing me at high speed, and it was getting closer.Judging from its speed and shape, it was a car, and it was going no less than eighty miles an hour, but strangely, its lights were turned off, as if it did not want anyone to notice its approach.In just a few seconds, the car was getting closer and closer to me. It had no intention of overtaking, but hit my car straight!Since its speed is much higher than my car, it seems that a collision is inevitable, so I can only slam on the gas pedal, and at the same time lean back hard to reduce the vibration during the impact, maybe I do this Not much, but at least it kept my neck from breaking.

With a loud "bang", the car behind slammed into the rear of my car, my car lost control instantly, and slid towards the drain on the side of the road. Into the ditch.The car behind continued to drive forward for about two hundred yards before slowly braking, scattering a lot of gasoline, water and car debris along the way. The driver of the car got out of the car and walked towards me slowly, like an old woman taking a leisurely morning walk.Sure enough, I guessed right, he was the well-dressed guy in the restaurant. He approached my car and shone his flashlight on the cabin.At this time, I just woke up from the dizziness caused by the huge impact, unfastened my seat belt, and climbed out of the crashed car.I went around to the back of my car, checked it out, and saw that the back of the body was dented by at least a foot, the gas tank was shattered, gasoline was scattered all over the place, and a lot of it went into the gutter, and there was a smell all around. A strong gasoline smell.

"Are you okay?" he asked. I gave him a hard look and ignored him, but I was already too angry to speak. I cursed secretly in my heart: "Damn guy! If the leaking gasoline starts to burn before I get the things out of the car, I will find a rusty iron bar and beat him to death!" About half an hour later, the police car arrived at the scene of the accident.I have rescued the suitcase, sample box and cloth bag from the badly damaged compartment. I am sitting on the sample box at this time, but no one would think that I had just committed murder. When the police came over, the well-dressed man ran up first and shouted: "Mr. Police Officer, arrest that man quickly. I wanted to overtake, but he not only refused to move, but also deliberately squeezed towards me, blocking my car." Crashed!"

I hurriedly raised my head, only to see that the man was complaining to the wicked police first.He pointed at me with one hand, and his eyes were full of provocation, as if deliberately teasing me to refute him. The policeman seemed to know him, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Please calm down, Mr. An Lun, we will handle this matter properly." At first, I planned to argue, but I didn't expect the police to know him.I'm in a very bad position right now, and it looks like I'll have to change my mind and become a little more sensible. "Don't believe what he said," the man named An Lun said again: "He may be drinking, he must be crazy!" I just sat there and didn't move until the police came up to me and I stood up and offered to show my Utah driver's license and car registration - thanks to the skillful printers I hired who forged it for me The documents look very realistic.To be honest, even I don't know what a real Utah driver's license and car registration look like, but I believe that the police standing in front of me may not know either. My driver's license is gold paper with blue lettering and not only my photo but also my thumbprint on it.The car registration is blue and the plate number printed on it exactly matches the plate number on my car.Actually, the number plate on my car is fake, it was another number plate from a few years ago that was altered and repainted. The policeman carefully checked my ID card and handed it back to me without seeing any clues, and then said to me: "Have you heard what Mr. An Lun said, what do you want to say?" I shrugged, spread my hands, and put on a helpless look, "There's nothing to say, Mr. Inspector." "Don't you want to justify yourself?" "As Mr. An Lun said, when he was overtaking, I blocked his route. In a panic, I turned the steering wheel subconsciously, but instead collided with his car. This is what happened." When Mr. An Lun heard me say this, a look of surprise appeared on his face. Under the dim headlights, I noticed that he squinted his eyes. "Mr. An Lun, is it as he said?" the policeman asked. "Yes...I think...it's like that." An Lun was a little incoherent. At this time, the traffic accident rescue vehicle also arrived. They dragged my car out of the gutter, but I refused to let them tow the car away, because I was worried that some things in the car would be found by the police.So I told them that my insurance company would come to inspect the scene and compensate Mr. Allen, and asked them to leave my car at the scene first. An Lun agreed to the traffic accident rescue vehicle to tow his sports car away.Afterwards, he and I sat in the back of the police car and headed to the police station to fill out a car accident report form. When we were filling out forms at a long desk in the police station, Allen kept eyeing me. He must have been very confused. Why would I help him lie?Maybe my behavior made him a little worried.I also sneaked a glance at him, saw the home address he had filled out on the form, and kept it firmly in my mind. After completing the formalities, we left the police station and went our separate ways.I rented a car in the nearest town, drove it back to the scene of the accident, and saw my car was still there. I first took off the car's license plate - a fake license plate that couldn't fall into the hands of the police.Then, I removed a steel plate from the passenger door, and in that compartment hid a semi-automatic pistol, a silencer, a spare set of identification documents, and a wad of hundred-dollar bills, enough to I hired experienced lawyers and bribed judges too. I got into my new rental car with these things.After driving about a mile, I pulled over and buried the license plate in the woods on the side of the road. I also tore up the fake driver's license and car registration and buried it. Next, I drove to An Lun's house according to the address I wrote down.An Lun didn't live in an ordinary apartment, but in a luxurious country house, surrounded by a vast pasture with a total of thirty acres.I drove down a winding driveway and stopped in front of his house, just as the sky was turning pale. I climbed the steps of his house, and An Lun opened the door before I could ring the bell. He said, "I knew you would come." "Of course," I replied, "I will definitely come to you." At this time, a smile that I couldn't understand appeared on the corner of An Lun's mouth. We were silent at the door for a while, An Lun took a few steps back and said, "Let's talk in the study, my family is still sleeping." So An Lun led the way, and I followed him to the study.As soon as I entered the door, I pulled out the suppressed gun and pointed it at him. "Do you know? How much money did I lose in the collision you just had? I really want to kill you!" "I also have to..." "I know, but you shouldn't be targeting me! If you don't want people to find out, you should choose a car going in the opposite direction." "You're smarter than me!" He frowned, "I didn't expect that." "You should think that you are not stupid, but you are too hasty!" "Don't you know all this?" he asked. "Yes, why would you deliberately cause a rear-end accident? Unless you have to. If I guess correctly, you are the driver who killed the girl and drove away. And you deliberately hit my car to cover up Traces of a previous crash, right?" "Since you know everything, why don't you expose me in front of the police?" An Lun asked. I didn't answer his question, just said: "This is my business, don't worry about it, I just want to ask you, do you want money or life?" He only noticed the gun in my hand at this time, but he still pretended to be calm. "I have expected that you will come to me for money, so I am ready." He pointed to a box on the table, "Here, it's all in this box." I ignored him. He hastily added: "If you think it's too little, I can sell some more government bonds, and I can give you the cash in a day or two!" I didn't even glance at the box. "That's enough!" I said, pulling the trigger and shooting him twice. I didn't kill An Lun for money, I just hated his actions.Because, the tragedy of the girl hanging in the air has been lingering in my mind. If he obeyed the traffic laws as seriously as I do, the girl would not have died tragically.And what's even more unforgivable is that he tried to cover up his crime by hitting my car.