Chapter 75 Singing the Oboe

Barney probably has been in the army for too long and is used to following orders.

Or because of the employment fee of 50,000 US dollars, after hesitating for a few seconds, Li Changheng dragged him away from the hillside.

Half an hour later, the two came to the lumber yard where the police car was hidden.

Bows and arrows, long guns, and a large backpack of money were all put into the trunk, then changed into police uniforms, and drove out of the town at high speed.

Before the state police blocked the road outside the town, he left the town.

And he was extra careful, instead of going straight to Cleveland, he would rather take a longer detour to avoid running into the police car coming from Cleveland.

Fortunately, Americans are not like the Celestial Dynasty. As long as they are roads, they are all equipped with monitoring equipment.

Even in 2020, on the roads outside the cities of the United States, the police will patrol the roads to catch violations, rather than relying on surveillance.

At around 4 o'clock in the morning, when the sky was slightly bright, I finally rushed back to the hotel I rented in Cleveland yesterday.

"Wait, Henry." Barney didn't get out of the car in a hurry, but said cautiously, "I'll just sleep in the back seat of the police car, so that you don't have to explain why there are police friends from Cleveland."

Li Changheng thought about it, it's better to be careful.

Avoid the only camera in the hotel, go back to the room, set the alarm clock and fall asleep.

At 7:30 in the morning, the doorbell rang, and Li Changheng, who was wearing shorts and a vest, opened the door, handed the food delivery waiter a tip of one dollar, and closed the door amid repeated thanks.

This kind of motel that only costs 3 dollars a night, I believe that the waiter who receives a tip of 1 dollar will definitely not forget him in a short time.

Half an hour later, he came to the check-out counter in a police uniform, deliberately spent a few minutes talking to the hotel owner's wife, and then Li Changheng left with a smile under the dissatisfied gaze of the hotel owner.

Get in the car, take Barney to the used car store in Cleveland, park the car dozens of meters away, and change into ordinary clothes.

From the backpack in the trunk, I took out about 20,000 dollars in scattered banknotes and put them into the left and right inner pockets of the jacket.

There are 26 left in the backpack, all of which are 31,000 piles of money sealed in transparent plastic bags.

I spent a thousand dollars to buy an 80% new pickup truck that looked familiar.

Passing the backpack full of old banknotes to Barney, Li Changheng reminded, "After arriving at the house I rented in New York, remember not to go out if there is no need.

I'll be back in New York to join you in a week at most."

"Understood." When Barney took the backpack, a touch of emotion flashed in his eyes.

Such a backpack of money was directly handed over to himself who had known him for less than a week. Li Changheng instantly rose in Barney's heart, and he could hand over his back to the other party's partner.

Looking at the gray pickup truck going away, Li Changheng never imagined that this Chevrolet "Task Force" pickup truck would always be regarded as a symbol of friendship by Barney.

He has been refitting, maintaining, and repairing until one day he will drive this car with a kung fu emperor nicknamed "Yin Yang", and he will be beaten into a sieve by Gunna with seven or eight people.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, Li Changheng, who was driving from north to south, drove a police car around two counties, went around ten kilometers south of the town, parked the car outside a drive-thru restaurant by the road, and started contacting the town police station with his car radio. .

It turned out that the caller was not Will, but the only female clerk in the police station, who learned that Will was called to Ryan Farm an hour ago.

Li Changheng thought for a while, then ordered a cup of coffee in the restaurant and waited slowly.

There must be checkpoints on the way back from southeast to northwest. If I told the state police in charge of the inspection at this time, I helped Will send a copy of Rambo's death certificate to the archives of the Cleveland Police Department yesterday.

He will definitely be suspected. He is the one who secretly sent the information to prosecutor Charles.

Just sit in the restaurant all the time, under the watchful eyes of the restaurant owner and waiters, and wait until Will learns that he used the radio to contact the police.

And the restaurant owner wished he had been sitting here today.

A checkpoint was set up a few kilometers away, so many curious drivers stopped to order some food and drink, and asked the restaurant what happened.

Therefore, there are police cars and police, even if customers wait for a long time, they dare not make trouble.

Unknowingly, the time came to one o'clock in the afternoon, "creak, creak", a series of rising sounds requesting a call came from the police car.

Li Changheng, who has excellent hearing, put down the knife and fork, walked out of the restaurant, and said with the walkie-talkie, "This is a patrol car, please tell me if you hear it."

Will, who returned to the police station with the state police, was relieved to hear that Li Changheng didn't say his name directly, and at the same time he immediately changed his face and cursed,

"Damn it, I sent you on patrol in the morning, why haven't you come back now you bastard".

"Sorry, Sheriff."

The corner of Li Changheng's mouth turned up, and he knew that there were other people beside Will.

Otherwise, Will would never have talked to him in this manner.

Although we had discussed some emergency response methods with Will before, the people from Cleveland raided yesterday, which was indeed not what the two of them expected.

"The car broke down. I have been at the drive-thru restaurant on the southern national road since ten o'clock in the morning, waiting for the owner of the restaurant, Pedro, to repair the car."

Didn't come back from the north?

Will was overjoyed, but there was a dissatisfied expression on his face, "Damn it, how long will it take you to fix the car?"

"Sorry, Sheriff, that's up to Pedro."

"Asshole, you wait for me."

Will hung up the communication and shook his head helplessly at the captain of the state police, "Sorry, Arthur, I can still work with only one subordinate.

Moreover, the daily patrol work of six people is all on one person at once, whether it is a car or a police officer, it is a bit overloaded."

"Understandable," Arthur nodded with a smile, "Let's go, I'll go there with you, and by the way, check the manpower responsible for the checkpoint inspection task, and see if they are lazy."

Outside the road restaurant, Li Changheng smirked and threw the walkie-talkie on the car seat, walked back to the restaurant, and pointed his fingers at Pedro.

Pedro, with thinning hair and a near-miss, hurriedly called the waiter to help him guard the cashier, and quickly followed Li Changheng out of the restaurant.

Seeing the young police officer in front of him, he opened the car cover and pulled out a leather tube casually.

Then he said with a smile, "Sheriff Will will drive over in a while to check if I'm being lazy.

And what I told him was that I've been waiting in the restaurant for you to fix my car since 10:30 in the morning.

So, you'll help me, right? "

Li Changheng smiled and patted the middle-aged bald Pedro on the shoulder, "When the police chief caught me being lazy, at most a week's wages would be deducted from me.

If you don't want me to come here every day on patrol to check the driver's license and whether the vehicle is overloaded, you should know what to do, right? "

"understand".

Pedro nodded quickly, and Li Changheng harassed the guests in the name of checking driver's licenses and vehicles.

As a restaurant owner, he really has no good way to counter it.

Fortunately, drive-thru restaurants by the road usually work part-time to repair cars. Pedro doesn't say how good the technology is, but the police car modified by Chevrolet Silver is very familiar to him.

He kept his eyes on the police car for more than ten seconds, then reached out and operated the engine a few times with his bare hands.

Li Changheng, who didn't know how to repair cars at all, saw a piece of oily liquid spilled out.

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