At about dawn, the brightly lit Vegas appeared in front of Zhu Jue and Sam in the middle of the Nevada desert. However, as Sam said before, they should not enter the most prosperous casino in the world at this time. Instead, they just filled the broken truck with oil in the strange eyes of a temporary worker in a gas station outside Vegas City, and drove along the southward road towards San Diego, California, to the southwest.

"To be honest, I'm a little worried that this car will be stopped by the police..." Zhu Jue stepped on the accelerator and made the exhaust pipes roar with a slightly harsh sound from the two trucks, while saying to Sam, who was still sitting by the side.

"Indeed... the body of the cargo box is a bit too serious. It's almost dawn now, and it's likely that it will be stopped by the patrol police..." Sam leaned on the back of the chair in the passenger seat. After several hours of rest, although he was still a little weak, at least his face was not that ugly. "Wait until you go a little further, find a more desolate place in the desert and throw the cargo box down. There is still some spray paint under the chair. Apply the damaged parts of the car body slightly, and you should be able to get through..."

Zhu Jue looked at Sam beside him, as if he didn't expect him to say this: "Well... I mean, I don't have your American driver's license, nor your visa or green card... What if I'm stopped, what if I'm deported back to China... I don't know if there is Qincheng Second Hospital in this place, I still read there now."

Sam then remembered that the guy who suddenly appeared beside him was a smuggler who knew why he came here, and he didn't care that he was still a little dizzy. He quickly shouted to Zhu Jue: "Stop me in front, you can't let you drive this car!"

Zhu Jue heard this and tskated, then stepped on the brake and stopped the truck on the side of the road.

Since he had stopped the car, Sam planned to dispose of the cargo box in advance. After getting off the car, he twisted the fixing bolt behind the truck, loosened the broken cargo box, and then asked Zhu Jue to move away from the driver's seat, operated the truck's cargo box lifting device, and abandoned the cargo box in the gravel on the side of the road.

Then he took out a tool box from under the driver's seat. He used a roll of wide tape to flatten some damaged parts of the truck's body, and then sprayed them with spray paint of the same color as the body. At first glance, the truck looked a little too heavy, except that it seemed to be too heavy and light without the cargo box behind it, and it was difficult to tell what was wrong.

"I wasted half an hour... I hope those guys haven't found anything wrong yet." After throwing the spray-painted gloves aside, Sam sat back in the driver's seat and drove Zhujue to the co-pilot on the side. Then he restarted the truck and hurriedly continued along the desert road towards California.

It just seemed like Zhu Jue's crow mouth skill. Not even twenty minutes after they set off on the road again, they were suddenly appeared on the road. A policeman riding a motorcycle stopped him and had to stop on the side of the road again.

"Driving license!" The image of this policeman is simply a typical American policeman. He is a middle-aged white man in his forties and almost fifty years old. He looks slightly bloated, especially his prominent belly, and in addition to his thick beard, he also has a pair of large toad glasses. In the slightly open collar of the police uniform, you can also see strands of chest hair swaying in the wind.

"Is there any problem?" Although she was extremely anxious, Sam still obediently stopped the car and handed him the driver's license. He also knew that if he wanted to arrive in San Diego, the only road in front of him was available. If he forced himself to leave, who would know if he would be regarded as a fugitive or a drug trafficker? With the virtues of the police in the Southwest of the United States, the next thing they faced might be helicopters and SWATs. They could definitely do this.

"Where is your cargo box?" The policeman took out a sign pen with a small jewelry hanging from his shirt pocket, took a booklet and copied the license plate number of the truck, and then glanced at Zhu Jue, who barely looked serious. After all, the Chinese community is considered to be relatively common in the United States, so the policeman did not think that this guy was actually a "smuggler".

After seeing the police copy the license plate number, Sam suddenly became nervous. He knew that the license plate of the truck was disguised. If he compared it with the police station database, he would easily find this. However, he still tried to maintain a calm expression and replied to the policeman: "The goods we shipped have just been delivered and unloaded in Vegas, and the entire container has been loaded on the train to New York State... Now he is preparing to rush back to California..."

The police looked at Sam's driver's license again. There was no problem with the driver's license. He returned the license to Sam and continued: "We received a report that in addition to some accidents, some roads near Vegas have been damaged. Do you know what?"

"Is there such a thing..." Sam's forehead started to sweat slightly. After all, he was not a "superman" like Dongzion or Danyong Kassaburo. He was just an ordinary person who worked hard for San Diego. If the police really suspected that something was wrong... I can't ask the guy around me to do him, so I had to continue to say reluctantly, "Sorry, I have no clue here..."

"Is that true?" The policeman looked at the overall situation of the truck. Although the sky had not completely lighted up at this time, he seemed to think that there was something wrong with the truck besides the cargo box. Then he pressed the radio intercom on his shoulder and prepared to contact the headquarters police station to verify the license plate of the truck.

Seeing the policeman's actions, Sam almost couldn't help but take out the pistol under his seat, intending to knock him down first and run as far as he can. This place is close to the boundary of California. As long as he dares to return to San Diego in advance if others find something wrong, he must have helped him solve other accidents.

"Well, this police officer." At this time, Zhu Jue leaned over and said to the policeman, "Have you... heard of the Rainbow Pony?"

(Where is the doctor! Where is the doctor? There is also a security guard, hurry up and catch this guy and go back to the sick building!)

When Zhujue spoke, Sam thought he had some idea, but he never thought that this guy was talking about something like the Rainbow Pony... This sounds like the name of a cartoon that only a little girl under the seventh grade would like.

"Um...why are you..." But to Sam's surprise, the middle-aged and strong man with a tough face actually put his hand off the walkie-talkie on his shoulders, instead took off his toad mirror, revealing a pair of water-blue round eyes that were quite inconsistent with his appearance, and looked at Zhu Jue with a rather surprised look.

"I have seen it, you are... Princess Celastia, right?" Zhu Jue pointed to the small jewelry on the sign pen held by the police. It was a pendant about the size of a Coke bottle cap, and it was a white pony with colorful brown hair. "It is very tasteful, and I also like this luoli light source-style breeder that can tell Twilight Sparkle's excellent potential at a glance."

After hearing Zhu Jue's words, the policeman suddenly looked a little unhappy, which made Sam feel nervous again. Sure enough, Zhu Jue's nonsense made the policeman angry.

"You Asian yellow man are talking nonsense!" As the policeman said, Sam's hand touched the pistol under the seat again, but his subsequent words made Sam's hand tremble, almost causing the pistol that had just been touched to fire. "Celestia and Twilight Sparkle are just simple teacher-student relationships. She and Luna are obviously a pair!"

"Haha... I didn't expect that police officer, you are such a fan of sisters... Luna and Xiaodie are just a couple, okay?" Zhu Jue smiled disdainfully at the policeman.

After hearing this, the police put on the toad mirror again. After looking at Zhu Jue silently for a moment, he finally reached out to Zhu Jue and said, "Do you know... we can ask for common ground while reserving differences. If you don't say it, I haven't discovered it yet. In fact, Luna and Xiaodie seem to be very good too..."

Zhu Jue also reached out to hold the policeman and held it together: "It's okay, as long as you have a heart that loves pony like me, you will always find new things in beauty."

"Okay, you can leave." The policeman took his hand back and walked towards his motorcycle again. "Although your car is a bit strange, I believe there are no bad people among the people who like pony!"

It was not until the policeman drove away on his motorcycle like the wind that Sam could not come back to his senses. After a while, he asked Zhu Jue in confusion: "What happened just now? Are you some kind of believers of the same cult?"

Zhu Jue smiled lightly and said, "Do you know I've been in a mental hospital before?"

Sam said to Zhu Jue incomprehensiblely: "How could I know this... Well, have you ever had a mental illness? Schizophrenia or mania?"

"That's right." Zhu Jue nodded, looking very proud, "It's just that the cause of my hospitalization is Hermes syndrome."
Chapter completed!