The sudden sound behind him made Haoyi's heart rush suddenly, and he almost thought that he had been identified by someone. However, he calmed down and slowly turned around. He smiled and looked at a live-fire policeman standing about three or five steps away and asked: "Officer, are you talking to us?"

"Please show your identity card." The stern policeman didn't seem to buy Haoyi's account. He held one hand slightly on the grip of the pistol at his waist, and shouted coldly to Haoyi.

"What happened to the police officer? Why are there so many people?" Haoyi asked for trouble, stretched out his tongue helplessly, and took out his fake identity card while continuing to please: "Look at how hard you work, you are really good policemen for our citizens."

"We are arresting a wanted criminal." The police took the identity card handed over by Haoyi, and looked up and down vigilantly, while responding casually.

"Drip." The policeman took Haoyi's identity card and swiped on a miniature identifier. With a slight sound, all the information about Haoyi's fake identity was displayed on it.

"Sir, please use your fingerprint to confirm it." For some reason, the policeman seemed to be very suspicious of Haoyi, so he asked Haoyi to use his fingerprint to confirm his identity. Haoyi felt helplessly stretched out his index finger with his right hand and gently pressed the identifier.

"Thank you for your cooperation, sir, your identity card." Seeing that Haoyi's fingerprint was consistent with the identity card, the police finally gave up interrogating Haoyi and turned around to ask Zheng Hao to show his identity card. After repeatedly confirming that neither of them was the person he was looking for, the policeman left in disappointment.

"Huh, uncle, I'm scared." Looking at the policeman's departure's back, Haoyi couldn't help but breathe a long sigh, and the stone hanging in his heart finally landed on the ground.

"Brother Hao, why do I think something is wrong?" Zheng Hao, who was standing beside him, looked around the streets. The policemen who were checking pedestrian identity cards one by one frowned and said to Haoyi in a low voice: "I have grown up so old, and I have never seen when Caiguang Street will attract so many people."

"Didn't you hear that? They are catching wanted criminals. Brother, of course, we need to mobilize a lot of people like this." Haoyi glanced at Zheng Hao and said meaningfully.

"Wanted criminal." Zheng Hao scratched the back of his head, still not quite understanding.

"Don't be stupid, leave quickly, hurry up and get a car for me." Haoyi reached out and patted Zheng Hao's head, scolded him and tidied up his clothes, then carried his suitcase and walked quickly towards Caiguang Street, which was surrounded by the police.

From the cafe to Zheng Hao's house, it was less than 300 meters away. If you could walk in a few minutes, you could walk there. But now the sidewalks on both sides of the street were blocked tightly by police. A distance of less than 300 meters, Haoyi and the others were "forced" to be interrogated three times and checked their identity cards five times. The posture gave people the impression that these gangs almost wanted to pull out the ants in the cracks on the stones on the road and interrogate them.

The more this happens, the faint premonition suddenly arose in Haoyi's heart, and it becomes more obvious. It is obvious that these gangs must have been ordered by the superiors to kill themselves. Even if they are exhausted, they must catch the so-called "wanted criminal". This wanted criminal must have enough weight to be worth dispatching so many police and special police to deal with. Looking at the entire Caiguang Street, perhaps only Haoyi's true identity has such a heavy weight at this moment.

"Damn it, it seems that I have to leave here quickly." Although I was not completely sure that I was the so-called "wanted criminals" mentioned by the police, Haoyi didn't want so many Tiaozi to follow him, so the guy urged Zheng Hao to lead him quickly and get into Zheng Hao's small grocery store.

For safety reasons, when he met Zheng Hao's parents, Haoyi did not report his true identity. He just lied that he was a middle school classmate of Zheng Hao, who passed by here. Then, Zheng Hao took Haoyi into the underground garage, pointed to a motorcycle covered with canvas and said, "Here, my family is only this classic car. If you can drive, you can drive anywhere you want."

"So good." Looking at Zheng Hao's expression of a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, Haoyi reached out to lift the dusty canvas with questioning. This classic car has been parked in the garage for a while, and even the dust on the canvas was very thick. With a shake, the smoke and dust flying all over the sky actually choked Haoyi and coughed.

"I X, Bull brand motorcycle." After the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, what appeared in front of Haoyi was an old antique motorcycle that was older than Haoyi and Zheng Hao combined.

As we all know, the motorcycles of that era all had anti-gravity suspension systems, which could easily float in the air and gallop at high speed like an airplane. This bull brand motorcycle mentioned by Haoyi was the last old motorcycle with no anti-gravity suspension system installed. In other words, this classic car could only climb on the ground honestly and run forward at a mad cow-like speed.

"I heard from my dad that this motorcycle was left by my great-grandfather." Zheng Hao introduced helplessly: "When my dad was young, it was said that it could run. I don't know now. It has been sealed in my family for so many years, but I don't know if the parts in the motorcycle were rusted to death, and whether it could be started is a problem."

"Uh, why didn't you say it earlier? I'll be happy." Haoyi complained to Zheng Hao depressedly.

"Brother, you have to come and have a look. Alas, I didn't know how to explain it to you at that time." Zheng Hao burst his hands and cried unjustly.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, find me a set of repair tools." As he spoke, Haoyi sat in the driver's seat of the old motorcycle, reached out and touched the control table, and ordered Zheng Hao without raising his head.

"Repair tools, Brother Hao, you can repair motorcycles." Zheng Hao couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this.

"Nonsense, repairing motorcycles is my unique skill. Besides, your elder brother, I am in the army. What kind of motorcycles, fighter jets have never been repaired? I really underestimated your elder brother." Haoyi glared at Zheng Hao in dissatisfaction, then lowered his head and got into the bottom of the control panel, opened a disassembly panel, and began to become familiar with the internal structure of this classic car.

"Okay, Brother Hao, wait. If you can repair this classic car, let alone lend it to you, it will be fine to give it to you." Looking at Haoyi's skillful posture, Zheng Hao shouted excitedly.

"Get out of here." Haoyi's howl came from the motorcycle, which scared Zheng Hao so much that he ran away.

After a while, Haoyi, who was covered in motor oil and dirty, finally came out from the bottom of the classic car, threw the repair wrench in his hand to the side, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Zheng Hao who was guarding the side: "My uncle has finally been repaired. You dead porcupine have to keep your word. This classic car is now my brother Hao."

"Of course I, Zheng Hao, keep my word." Zheng Hao slapped his chest with some dissatisfaction and shouted loudly, then pointed at the motorcycle in confusion and asked, "But, has it really been repaired, can Brother Hao run?"

"Damn it, are you suspicious of your Brother Hao's ability?" Haoyi took the towel handed over by Zheng Hao and wiped his hands. He glared at him in anger, then raised his butt and went into the motorcycle driver's seat.

"Buzz." With a low and dull sound, the classic bull car actually roared like a bull that was about to attack the bullfighter, panting and trembling all over.

"Oh my god." Zheng Hao was startled by the sudden huge movement, and subconsciously rushed to the side a few steps, looking at the old car with surprise but joyful look on his face.

"Don't stand there stupidly, get me some old motorcycle energy blocks." Haoyi leaned out of the driver's seat, shouted loudly to Zheng Hao, and then patted the control station and couldn't help but exclaim: "Damn, don't underestimate this old antique motorcycle. His body is tough and he's still so strong after being kept for so many years. I really should let my old man collect a few."

About an hour later, the twelves were blocking at both ends of Caiguang Street. The twelves searched by cars suddenly heard a strange rumbling sound from the ground. Immediately afterwards, the automatic door of the underground garage directly under Zheng Hao's grocery store slowly opened with a crunch and an old car that had obviously just been repainted shakingly and jumped out.

"I X." The appearance of the old car was sprayed with a bright red battle robe, and a huge bull head with wide eyes was painted on the front of the car. The tail nozzle was trembling and spewing out a series of azure energy lights, just like a ferocious bull that suddenly rushed out of hell. It was immediately scared that the busy snatches were shattering their glasses.

"Buzz." Just as the tweets were stunned and fell into a petrified state, the "bull" slowly turned its huge bull head while spraying "coarse air" and aimed at the exit of Caiguang Street. The posture felt like a fierce bull on the bullring ring, about to attack the bullfighters.

"Oh my god." The two policemen who happened to be standing at the exit of the underground garage were suddenly frightened by the fierce "bull". They screamed in surprise and subconsciously flashed to the side.

"Buzz." The next moment, a more shiny light spurted out from the tail of the ferocious and scary "bullock", and suddenly raised its "front hooves", another "roar" that shook all the twigs' hearts, and then suddenly rushed forward, and actually passed the heads of the two twigs blocking the garage door, and rushed to the driving lane in the middle of the street with a whoosh.

"Bang." Two crisp sounds sounded in the ears of the two scared strips. They saw a few pieces of metal parts that were known to be. They hit their heels, which immediately scared the poor two guys again and almost didn't pee.

"Aowu..." Then, a strange and unpleasant howl suddenly came out of the belly of the "bull", instantly piercing through all the snatches who were trapped in petrified state.

The next moment, all the tweets saw the "hell bull" that came out of nowhere, whistling out of Caiguang Street with a series of jingles and engine roaring noises, and "running away" all the way out of the city.

"Old, boss, just now, what the hell was it just now?" In less than three or five seconds from the appearance of the bull to the rushing away, the twigs had not even seen the specific appearance of the "bull". The twigs who were paralyzed on the ground next to the garage widened their eyes in horror, and their companions were also stunned and trembling.
Chapter completed!