Four days later.

The sky is clearing.

Interstate 5 is an endless expanse.

An American flat-head heavy truck Freightliner FLT was driving.

Gao Jun was sitting in the passenger seat holding a magazine, looking at Paul with a serious face seriously, "I didn't expect you still have a D certificate?"

The D-certificate in the United States is equivalent to A1, allowing heavy-duty cards to be issued.

Paul looked at the road in front of him, "Who said I have a D license? My driver's license has been revoked a long time ago."

Gao Jun's scalp was numb, he threw the magazine back and grabbed the ring tightly, "Hey, man, are you kidding me?"

"What's the point? There are a lot of unlicensed drivers in the United States. Ahem, don't worry, I've learned how to drive a heavy truck and I won't drive him to the side of the road."

"Be careful!" Gao Jun saw a wild boar in front of him strung out from the side of the road. No matter how fast your frequency was, it couldn't move faster than a car, so he heard a bang!

The wild boar was knocked away and dragged on the ground for several meters. However, it was thick-skinned and did not die on the spot. It just stood up tremblingly and finally lay on the ground, panting heavily.

Paul didn't brake and just ran over the car. He felt a thump. Gao Jun looked in the reflector and saw a huge blood trail stretching for a long time.

Minced meat could be seen in the gap between the tires of the Freightliner FLT, which was more than 1.5 meters tall. Gao Jun stared at Paul, who took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

"What kind of driver's license do you need to drive a heavy truck? Just hit it!"

Can't you put on the brakes?

Gao Jun understood how this guy's license was revoked. He held the steering wheel and his parents raised him in vain.

This car is still rented, with a deposit of 20,000 US dollars. It was introduced by an acquaintance. The price is 200 US dollars a day, which is not cheap. However, with the current wealth of the two of them, it is not certain whether they can afford these 6 pairs of tires.

"God bless." Gao Jun took out the cross necklace and lit the ceremony with his hands.

"When did you believe in God?" Paul glanced at him and asked in surprise.

"No, no, no, we Chinese have never believed in any religion. As long as it is useful, it is God. If it is useless, it is trash. I just think this is the United States and should be God's territory."

"Don't worry, I've walked this road many times, there won't be any problems."

When Gao Jun heard what he said, his heart trembled, and an ominous premonition came to his heart.

Uh-huh~

There was a rapid siren sound, and Gao Jun hurriedly looked back through the rearview mirror, and saw a police car flashing out, holding a horn, and motioned for them to pull over for inspection.

"Fake! Paul, your teeth stink worse than a nigger's butt ditch!" Gao Jun cursed at him.

Paul was also panicked. There were weapons behind him!

"Do you want me to kill them?"

"Do you want to be wanted?"

Gao Jun took a deep breath and said, "Calm down, buddy, pull over. Do we have all the procedures? Don't let the police see that you are nervous."

"ok?"

"ok!"

Now I can only leave it to fate.

Facts have proved that Paul can still apply the brakes, and it is relatively smooth. The two looked at each other, opened the door and jumped out.

Two police officers, a man and a woman, got out of the police car, wearing sunglasses.

"Hey, gentlemen, for routine inspection, please provide your driver's license." The male policeman looked at the two of them and said.

"Okay." Paul responded and walked back to the car.

Gao Jun glanced at him and said, "Where the hell did you get your driver's license from?"

It was like Paul was sending a telegram. Who the hell could see and understand what he was doing?

Gao Jun blinked hard three times, "Cao Nima!"

"What's behind this?"

"Agricultural products, we want to send these to Mexico. Here are the approval documents." Gao Jun said quickly and handed over the documents in his hand.

The policewoman took it and looked at it carefully.

"Open it."

Gao Jun's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and his palms were stained with sweat, but he managed his expression very well, trying to appear indifferent, nodded, and went over to open the back door of the heavy truck with great effort.

As soon as I opened it, a foul smell hit the floor!

The policemen were so disgusted that they took two or three steps back. Even Gao Jun couldn't stand it and felt dizzy.

This is a big killer.

Potatoes that are more than half a month old…

"It smells bad!" the policewoman muttered.

Gao Jun has been in the United States for so long, but he has never seen a policeman with a minimum salary who would do his or her duties conscientiously.

"Sorry, the smell is a bit strong. Do I need to go up and check it?" Gao Jun pinched his nose.

"These potatoes are so smelly, who else wants them in Mexico?" the male policeman asked with a frown.

"Maybe, uh... maybe they use it to make French fries? Or maybe Indian restaurants use it to make curry? But for me, these are legal and there is no pesticide residue."

These are not the responsibility of the police.

"Mary, go up and take a look." the male policeman said.

Gao Jun's eyelids twitched. Did he see it wrong? Are these Americans so responsible now? Aren't they the ones who can shoot and never keep their mouths shut?

Mary was obviously dissatisfied, but she was crushed to death by a senior official. Just as she was about to go up, she suddenly heard several gunshots in the distance, and calls for support from her colleagues came over the intercom.

"Fuck! Mary, let's go." The male police officer shouted, took the female police officer into the car, and hurriedly rushed away.

Upon seeing this, Gao Jun hurriedly ran back to the co-pilot and said to the confused Paul, "Quick, let's go!"

Paul turned the key, stepped on the accelerator, and ran.

If you don’t leave now, when will you wait?

Gao Jun opened his mouth and gasped like a wild dog. He almost thought something was going to happen to him.

This person really has to believe in fate.

Some people are born with luck... It sounds mysterious, but the reality is even more nonsense.

"Hurry up and unload the goods, get the money, and let's go have some fun. I feel like I'm so nervous that I might explode at any time!" Paul said with a dance.

"Hold on to the steering wheel!" Gao Jun shouted, took out his mobile phone and took out a book from the decorative panel. On it was written down the phone number of the person who handed over the car, which of course was not Ramon's.

Their level has not reached the point where the second-in-command of an organization personally receives them. Do you know how much they earn in Tijuana in US dollars a year?

7 billion!

Oh my God, about 600 million US dollars of this money is used to arm its own forces every year. Unexpectedly, the "military expenditure" of the association is more than that of some neutral countries.

Tijuana-San Diego.

You transport "big meat" to me, and I transport weapons to you. You want to say that there is no big energy in it? Who the hell believes it?

What is official?

Only those with big fists are called official.

"Hi, hello, Mr. Bart? I, Yuri, yes, yes, the potato seller in San Diego, the triethyl citrate you ordered is coming soon, yes, okay, thank you, Emmanuel, hahaha.

"

Triethyl citrate is the abbreviation of tec in English.

Gao Jun must get some secret codes.

The vigilance is developed from the first business.

Otherwise, something will happen sooner or later.

When you start surrendering to the devil, God will already start to dislike you, and then in the name of justice, he will snatch away your efforts and label it as illegal.

What is violated?

The only way for the upper class to win.

so…

Never let God know you made money.

otherwise…

If they can't beat you, they're ready to flip the table.

The heavy truck passed the inspection at the Mexican border guard "smoothly", and the cost was US$400, based on weight.

"They are just robbing!" Paul said dissatisfiedly to Nian.

Gao Jun flipped through the magazine and said casually, "Then what do you think they are doing?"

"Preach?"
Chapter completed!