City: A pen at the beginning promotes a perfect accident

Sitting in the back seat of the car, her body was tense and hunched.

His left hand tightly grasped the back of the seat in front of him. The atmosphere in the dim car was solemn.

The legs were trembling uncontrollably, and the right palm fell on the legs, trying to control the trembling posture... it was useless!

His legs were still shaking...

His breathing was rapid and dull...

Wang Changjiang's expression was ferocious and twisted. Green veins exploded in his palms, and he roared in a low voice.

……

A crowded intersection.

Ye Yuan was wearing a hood, and the cold light emitted from the mobile phone screen hit his cheek...

On the page of his mobile phone, a map of Yangcheng appeared. In this map, the tracks of vehicles marked in red were constantly moving. -flash

"This is not the direction you should go."

Ye Yuan raised his head, smiled and whispered.

He stared at the path in front of him that only he could see. After the time arrived, he issued instructions to Yang Xianmin.

…… at the same time.

Under night.

On the Yangcheng West Overpass section, such a scene suddenly appeared.

In front of the traffic light, at the zebra crossing.

Ding!

Ding!

Buzz...

Passers-by who were following the crowds of people, their mobile phones sent message reminders one after another...

Some people still put their hands in their pockets, lowered their heads slightly, and walked to the other side of the road; but others, it was a conditioned reflex Take out your mobile phone and browse the messages...

According to your credit score, you are qualified for 85,000...

Family Network calls and delivers phone charges...

Hello, I am Huang Xue, add me:...

Common spam text messages are drawn in front of you Pass.

When the yellow signal light comes on.

In front of the zebra crossing, the mobile phones placed by car owners one after another also vibrated or issued reminders.………

Under the overpass, in the middle of the intersection, a middle-aged traffic police detective in uniform sensitively sensed something was wrong.

His clear black and white eyes passed by each intersection. he noticed.

There was obviously no car accident on the road tonight, but the traffic speed at all intersections was unprecedentedly slow and congested!

……

"Take another road!"

Wang Changjiang stared at the long lane in front of the car. He looked anxious, and then said in a deep voice.

Weird!

Horrifying!

Shocking!

It was as if there was an invisible big hand in the sky, driving and controlling the motorcade of Wang Changjiang and others...

The route they were traveling on seemed to be an established concept! Turn to the

Ring Expressway, blocked! Then turn to Yuanxi Road, blocked! In the dull carriage, the middle-aged driver in a black suit also started Realizing something, he kept looking at the rearview mirror... The co-pilot, butler Huang Chuan, felt restless. There was a loud bang! The canthus of Wang Changjiang was split and he was punched on the seat in front of him.

…

……

At 22:18 at night, Yanjing City time, two black Mercedes-Benz vehicles drove into Yaochi Street.

It's different from before.

The road that was supposed to be smooth just now was congested; but this street that was supposed to be congested seemed to be unexpectedly smooth and quiet.…

"right"

"You should go from here."

At an intersection, Ye Yuan looked at the path on the screen of his mobile phone, nodded and said.

In an instant

, his eyes seemed to be overlooking the top of Yaochi Street. He only saw traffic jams at the intersections before and after Yaochi Street. The traffic was blocked tightly.

The huge Yangcheng seemed to be a chessboard under Ye Yuan's fingertips. He was like a god, controlling and pushing everything.…

……

Yangcheng Center.

In the quiet moment, under the luxurious and dazzling scene, no one noticed that the temperature of the decorative lights that were entangled and connected between the three-story Christmas trees was slowly rising.

22:25 minutes.

In the upper middle of the Christmas tree, there is a red balloon next to the light bulb... the temperature is rising!

Snapped!

Only a crisp sound was heard, and the red balloon suddenly exploded!

Balloon fragments are floating in the air... on the balcony.

The woman in a long black dress suddenly turned around when she heard the sound...

In the luxurious upper class gathering, no one noticed this first hint!

One minute passed and another minute passed.

Snapped!

A balloon explodes again!

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

Just like a signal, in front of the Christmas tree, balloons exploded like firecrackers.…

……

Huge banquet hall.

The well-dressed ladies and gentlemen looked towards the Christmas tree with smiles on their cheeks.

0 is behind the Christmas tree.

The woman wearing high heels was startled by the sound of the balloon exploding, and she couldn't help but step back... as if she had tripped over something!

He stumbled and fell heavily to the ground...

I saw a colorful decorative light starting to shake... clatter!

The string of lights hanging around the outermost edge of the Christmas tree fell off and spread to the ground... under the lights.

Ding Ruilong, who was holding a red wine glass, noticed the change and looked up.

His eyes suddenly opened wide... click!

The wine glass in his hand hit the ground and shattered.

Reach out and grab it.

Pulling the gentle middle-aged man next to him, the new spokesperson of the Ding family, in front of him….........，........., he used this force to barely avoid it!

Zizz la la...

The arc light spread, the body of the gentle middle-aged man trembled violently, and the whites of his eyes rolled up!

Even... the people who were closer could vaguely smell... the smell of meat!

……

The huge upper-class banquet hall suddenly fell into panic!

There were screams!

Ding Ruilong, who was still holding his hand in front of him and almost fell to the ground, turned pale and stared at the middle-aged man who was pestered by the lamp!

The cold sweat on his body suddenly broke out…

"call!"

"call!"

"call!"

Ding Ruilong, panting heavily.

His thighs became weak and he stood up.

He seemed to remember something. He raised his head and kept searching in this banquet hall...

Swallowing his saliva.

Ding Ruilong turned around and plunged into the crowd.

"I want to go!"

"I have to go back to Shanghai!"

"leave here! leave here!"

……

On December 24, 2020, at 21:00:00 pm, you will block all channels for them to leave Yangcheng.…

------------，--------------，--------------，--------------，--------------，-- ps: Has anyone thought of using text messages, phone calls, or app pop-ups to control passers-by?

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