City: A pen at the beginning promotes a perfect accident

Yangcheng, it’s around eight o’clock in the morning.

The black Bentley drove into a somewhat crowded two-lane block in Liwan District. inside the carriage.

Huang Yonghui, vice president of the Yangcheng Chamber of Commerce, looked out the window at the crowded and old streets with some disgust and dissatisfaction.

This is the old town of Yangcheng. The street in front of it has many old houses left over from the last century...

Huang Yonghui doesn't like it very much.

However, Mr. Tan Pingfeng, the president of the Yangcheng Chamber of Commerce, likes to have morning tea at a teahouse on Enning Road in front of him every Sunday morning.

At this time, Huang Yonghui will often come to accompany him.

……

There are noisy hawking scenes on both sides of the street.

Bicycles and electric scooters shuttle around.

Huang Yonghui felt bored and simply closed his eyes...

It was not too far from the old teahouse where President Tan was, at the intersection not far ahead. now.

Although there was congestion, the car drove smoothly with Huang Yonghui's close confidant Lu Zhiyi driving... suddenly!

This black Bentley suddenly stepped on the brakes slightly!

"The car in front had a flat tire."

Seeing Vice President Huang open his eyes in the rearview mirror, Lu Zhiyi responded in a deep voice.

"time is limited. Huang Yonghui glanced at the time on his watch, said something, and then closed his eyes.

Lu Zhiyi looked at the car in front and saw an angry-looking woman stepping out of the white Mercedes-Benz.

Then he looked around.

The originally congested lane had been blocked for a long time. He looked at the intersection not far away and then turned the steering wheel and drove towards the smaller intersection.

……

Time passes by minute by minute.

Ye Yuan stood on the third floor of an old building, stretched out his hand and put down a half-smoked Su cigarette by the railing.

The butt of the cigarette is placed inside the railing, and the tail of the cigarette is poked out.

Stop moving too much and put your hands on the railing.

Looking not far away, at the intersection, the Bentley was about to turn around and drive in this direction...

Ye Yuan glanced at the time on his watch.

8:38:19 AM.

Then, he turned around and walked downstairs

……

Opposite roads.

Lin Mang didn't have much expression on his face. He was driving a minivan transporting poultry to the farmer's market.

I just took over the day's work temporarily.

The fingers were holding the steering wheel, and the knuckles were slightly tightened.

Lin Mang paid attention to the speed of the car, and his eyes also paid attention to the time...

He didn't know the meaning of what he did, and he didn't want to ask why. He only knew to do what Brother Ye asked...

Lin Mang glanced at the people coming from the intersection ahead. The black Bentley, then withdrew his sight

……

The roadside of the old street.

Ye Yuan stood in front of a breakfast shop selling steamed buns.

He held a bag of buns and turned around.

His eyes followed the trend and looked towards the intersection not far away.

Then, he looked at the time again.

8:43:21 AM.

The black Bentley rubs shoulders with the minivan transporting poultry.

The wheels of the truck rolled over a puddle of mud.

The splash of muddy water hit the Bentley's driver's window... the minivan drove away and passed the road!

In this process, any changes in the weight, speed, and time of appearance of the minivan will lead to different timelines.

……

He doesn't look very good.

The windshield wipers in front of the car were wiped back and forth, and the glass in front of the car became blurry.

Lu Zhiyi stepped on the brakes and parked the Bentley right below where Ye Yuan stopped just now.

"master"

"I got out of the car and wiped away the mud."

Lu Zhiyi turned around and said to Huang Yonghui

"Hmm..."

Huang Yonghui's right eyelid twitched inexplicably, but he didn't think much. He still closed his eyes and just said"yes" through his nose.

He picked up a box of tissues from the car and got out of the car impatiently.

In front of the car, at the intersection, a half-broken chair was thrown in the corner.

Lu Zhiyi felt it was in the way and kicked the chair away hard!

‘Bang! '

The chair hit the wall next to it, as well as the water pipe, and the water pipe trembled... The already broken chair also instantly fell apart.

……

8:44:18 AM.

A small section of the cigarette butt burned out, it seemed because he felt the vibration, or maybe it was just because the cigarette butt was too long...

At the moment when the chair was kicked and cracked.

Cigarette butts fell in the air.

The cigarette butts, which were still extremely hot, broke the rope hanging the banner by the Liwan District Propaganda Department on the second floor.…

‘Wow'!

The half-cut banner fell from the front of a two-story building... the banner hit the glass of Bentley's car.…

……

Lu Zhiyi became more and more irritable.

He frowned.

Grab the banner and pull it off hard!

A sudden change occurred!

The torn banner broke the glass of the second-floor shop.

The crisp sound of broken glass rang in my ears...

Pieces of broken glass that reflected the early morning sunlight fell to the ground...

Lu Zhiyi raised his head reflexively and looked in the direction of the sound!

His pupils suddenly shrank... he staggered back!

Timely.

Like death coming!

After dodging a few pieces of broken glass, another piece of sharp glass pierced Lu Zhiyi's neck!

Lu Zhiyi desperately covered his neck... but the bright red blood was still gurgling out!

He opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth:

"save…"

"Help!"

I could clearly feel the gradual passage of life force, and the scene in front of me was in a trance...

In my heart, I felt endless regret. It was the ugly things he had done along with Huang Yonghui.…

…… inside the carriage.

Huang Yonghui, who had his eyes closed at first, suddenly opened them.

He could see the front of the car at a glance.

He covered his neck with both hands, and blood dyed his palms and clothes red all over his body and soul... in an instant.

Huang Yonghui seemed to remember something.

His complexion suddenly turned pale.

The body is shaking.

In a hurry, he locked the car door.

‘Snapped! '

A bloody palm print was patted on the car glass by Lu Zhiyi.

Fifty-seven-year-old Huang Yonghui gasped for breath, and his back was soaked with sweat. He did not believe that this was just a coincidence.

"He's targeting me!"

"He's targeting me!"

……

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