"Search!"
Zhang Di drove the Ultimate Electric Car at lightning speed, reaching an astonishing speed of 160.
This was not the maximum speed, but Zhang Di's reaction ability at the moment was not enough to control the maximum speed, because he was afraid of hitting someone.
After turning another corner, there was still half a kilometer to the funeral home. Zhang Di gently squeezed the rear brake and drifted through the corner.
A harsh sound left a tire mark on the ground.
"Fuck, roadblock?"
As soon as he turned, a roadblock appeared in front of him. Under conditioned reflex, Zhang Di had to brake and stop.
"You, stop there and don't move!"
Two traffic police pointed at Zhang Di and trotted over.
Zhang Di asked in confusion: "Are electric cars checked?"
A traffic police frowned and said: "Who told you to drive so fast? If there were no roadblocks, there would definitely be a second-stage car accident."
After a closer look, Zhang Di found that there was a car crash in front of him. It seemed that the scale of the car accident was not small. There were debris everywhere, and the scene was extremely tragic.
"You're riding so fast on the tram, are you modified? You're riding so fast to be reincarnated, it seems you drank a lot at noon, come, blow it!"
The traffic police handed the alcohol stick to Zhang Di's mouth.
Zhang Di looked at the alcohol stick, then looked at the traffic police blankly, and finally fell into deep thought.
The traffic police urged: "I'll ask you to blow it, blow it quickly."
Zhang Di looked up and thought for a while, and finally said seriously: "My family has more than 20 billion in cash and more than 60 billion in bank deposits."
"My family has 30 villas of 1,000 square meters, 10 yachts, 3 luxury cruise ships, and 99 limited edition super sports cars."
"Do you see the commercial street over there? My family, half of the industries in the entire Puzhou City are..."
The two traffic police stared at each other, and finally the corners of their mouths twitched wildly.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting 20 points of negative emotion value."
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting 20 points of negative emotion value."
A traffic policeman said angrily with a dark face: "I'm not asking you to brag, I'm asking you to brag about this."
Zhang Di glanced at the electronic alcohol stick, his expression serious: "This thing is called the Force Light Sword, a product of outer space, with extremely strong destructive power."
"Its components come from major high-tech planet countries, and it has been assembled and polished for 15 years. This is an ultimate weapon that even Thanos wants. It..."
"Fuck!" A traffic policeman couldn't stand it anymore, and took off his hat and growled: "I asked you to blow it to check whether you have drunk alcohol. What are you bragging to me here?"
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting 40 points of negative emotion value!"
Zhang Di raised the corner of his mouth and said harmlessly: "Bye bye!"
Then he twisted the accelerator, and the tram instantly rushed out more than 30 meters, turned a graceful bend, returned to the original route, and disappeared without a trace within five seconds.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting 20 negative emotion points!"
"..."
The two traffic policemen stared at the corner where Zhang Di disappeared in amazement, and looked at each other in bewilderment.
What the hell is this?
There are thousands of streets, and all the roads lead to the funeral shop.
If I don't go there, can I not go?
Zhang Di parked the car in front of the funeral shop with a smug look on his face, and the kind fat boss greeted him with a smile.
"Hey, Xiao Zhang, are you here to buy paper money again?" The fat boss greeted Zhang Di with a smile: "Did your grandfather come to you in a dream again?"
Zhang Di grinned: "Uncle Qian, I won't buy paper money this time. The money I bought last time hasn't been used up yet. This time I want you to help me make some paper products."
Uncle Qian laughed and said: "Okay, no problem, what do you want to make?"
Zhang Di took out his mobile phone and opened the picture.
Pointing to the Gatling gun on the picture, he said: "Make ten or eight of this thing for me."
Uncle Qian was dumbfounded.
He stared at Gatling blankly, then looked at Zhang Di, and finally his eyes fell on Gatling again.
He took the phone and looked at it, and finally shook his head and smacked his lips and said: "This thing is not easy to use. It's troublesome to have too many gun barrels."
"Xiao Zhang, what's the use of this thing for you? What's going on? Is the old man preparing to rebel in the underworld?"
Zhang Di was shocked: "Fuck, Uncle Qian, how do you know? My grandfather is rebelling down there."
Uncle Qian's mouth twitched, and the word mentally retarded flashed in his eyes.
"Xiao Zhang, don't believe everything you dream about. You should be pragmatic. You're making this thing. The old man down there won't be able to use it."
Zhang Di said, "No matter whether it can be used or not, just do it. Uncle Qian, just tell me how much it costs."
Uncle Qian said with a worried look on his face, "Well, I won't tell you how much it costs to do a Gatling. Just give Uncle Qian a labor fee."
"My daily income is only four or five hundred yuan. I'll do it for you as quickly as possible, and then I'll pay you based on the time. Is that okay?"
See, Uncle Qian is still a loyal and honest person.
Zhang Di nodded and said, "Okay, whatever Uncle Qian says, I'll come to get it after school tomorrow, and I'll pay you then."
Uncle Qian was surprised and said, "This is several hundred dollars. You're still a student. Don't spend all your money on this."
Zhang Di generously took out his wallet from his arms, which was full of cash, which he took out in the afternoon.
Taking out a thousand yuan and throwing it to Lao Qian, Zhang Di said, "Money is not a problem. The problem is that I need it after school tomorrow."
"By the way, Uncle Qian, give me a few rows of bullets, and it would be better to give me three, five, seven, or eight rocket launchers."
"Yes, and there are also special shells for rocket launchers. Give me hundreds or eighty of them. I will use them."
"This thousand yuan is a deposit. If it is not enough, I will pay you when I come tomorrow. It's getting dark, I'm leaving first, Uncle Qian."
"Goodbye, I'll come to pick it up tomorrow!"
After that, Zhang Di rode on the chariot and left in style.
Uncle Qian stood at the door of the funeral shop, his whole body was messy, and finally he lit a cigarette and took a deep puff.
He said to the direction where Zhang Di disappeared: "What a talent!"
At this time, a young girl wearing a leather jacket and short hair dyed in a gradient of red, blue and gray walked out of the funeral shop.
Lao Qian looked at the girl and said calmly: "Did you hear everything? He has only come to me to buy paper money recently. Only today's request is a little special. I don't know anything else."
Zhang Cai grabbed the colorful hair and looked puzzled: "What is this guy going to do? Others are making paper figures, but he is making Gatlin and rocket launchers?"
"But there must be something wrong with his eDonkey."
Zhang Cai murmured and turned his head, quickly snapping his fingers in front of Lao Qian, and Lao Qian's eyes fell into confusion.
After regaining consciousness, Lao Qian looked at Zhang Cai in confusion: "Who are you? Are you here to buy ghost money too?"
Zhang Cai smiled faintly: "I'm passing by, bye!"
Lao Qian looked at her back and muttered: "Inexplicable!"
Then he picked up the phone and dialed it: "Hello, wife, go to Renmin... There is a big order at home, you come back from your hometown early tomorrow morning to help me with Gatlin!"
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