Chapter 227: .The first time to go to the police (Pastoral +5)

But the beast and the domestic animal are different after all. The sika deer runs extremely fast and has a very flexible posture. Ronald Way drove it once, and then he would change direction and run away. In this way, the Ronaways couldn't reach it.
Zhuang Ding tried to chase after him, Pharaoh shouted at it, not so. The more he chased the herd, the more frightened they would be, and the less they would stay in the ranch.
The little Ronalds are stationed in the ranch to manage poultry and animals such as chickens, ducks, cows and sheep, but they can't run Ronald's, so there is no problem in managing them.
This gave the ranch to Ronald Way, and the cowboys assembled a slaughter line that could be slaughtered for sale to a convenience store.
In late August, the draw has gathered enough lord energy to be usable again.
Wang Bo extracted, the pointer stopped and remained in the heart of the territory, which made him a little disappointed, he hoped to get a heart of wealth again.
However, the prize drawn this time is also good. It is the heart of a supermarket. He now owns a convenience store and just needs to use it.
In this way, he put the heart of the supermarket in the shape of a small house on the convenience store from the sand table. The appearance of the convenience store was added with a layer of light green, and the energy of the lord floating in the air could be poured into it.
After two days, he wanted to know the operation of the convenience store and see what kind of changes have taken place in the convenience store since he had the heart of the territory, so he walked in while he was doing nothing.
As soon as he entered the convenience store, he didn't feel the change. Anderson, who was paying the customer, beckoned him and said, "Boss, wait for me. I will report something to you."
Pharaoh thought it was the heart of the supermarket that brought changes to the convenience store, and Anderson felt it, and wanted to report to him these strange changes.
When the customer left, Anderson gave him a cup of coffee and said, "Boss, we need to change the sales strategy of cold meat in convenience stores."
Wang Bo noticed when walking in the convenience store, that the cold meat was sold out, and a large freezer was empty.
He asked with a smile: "What changed? I think these meats are selling well. Do you open a special store?"
Anderson said, "If it is necessary, it can be done indeed. These days, when our fresh meat enters the convenience store, we will all be one ..."
After half of what he said, Wang Bo's cell phone suddenly rang. After he answered, Aturu's anxious voice sounded: "Boss, there is a car accident on Highway 8, as if it is very serious, we must hurry over."
The New Zealand police was in charge of the traffic police duties. The Pharaoh received the news and immediately drank the coffee in the cup. He said, "There was a car accident. I will talk about your matter later, and I must hurry to deal with it."
The town's patrol jeep has not been brought back yet. Wang Bo temporarily used a pickup truck as a patrol car. He took Aturu with him, and the two rushed east along the highway.
More than ten kilometers to the east across the town center, the speed of the traffic plummeted, and Wang Bo, a long distance, saw a pair of men and women and two twisted bicycles lying on the ground.
After the pickup truck drove over, Pharaoh and Atulu hurriedly got out of the car. He called the Aocheng Emergency Center. The injuries of the man and woman looked very optimistic. A lot of blood was flowing on the ground. same.
There were two cars parked on both sides of the men and women in the accident. Wang Bo saw at a glance that they were not the crime vehicles, because the two cars were intact and the paint was not scratched off.
Both cars stopped blinking at this time, apparently protecting the injured.
Pharaoh plugged the car directly in, and a middle-aged blond came up and waved, "Dude, please leave. This is the scene of a car accident. Don't look around?"
The pickup truck had no blue and white paint from the police station and no warning lights, so it could not be seen as a police car.
Wang Boliang showed his badge and the situation became clear.
"Hello, you are a local police officer? Please arrange an ambulance quickly, and then go to the intersection to monitor the traffic. The accidental vehicle escaped!" Said the middle-aged white man quickly.
Upon hearing this, Pharaoh's brows frowned, and he was too bad luck. The first car accident in the town was the escape. This is a test of his investigative ability.
The ambulance was on the road. In accordance with the normal procedures, Wang Bo and Aturud, as policemen, were given first aid treatment.
However, both of them were halfway monks. Wild Fox Zen did not understand the two tricks and had not received specialized trauma first aid training. Now they dare not to toss the two wounded.
But they couldn't do nothing. Atulu said that he knew some bandaging skills, and the Pharaoh looked at him suspiciously: "You really do? Don't cause internal injuries."
Atulu said hesitantly: "It should be okay. When I was in the gang, I often helped my brothers deal with trauma. You know, I can't fight, I can only do some logistics."
There was a medicine box on the car with hemostatic spray and gauze. Wang Bo nodded, and the Maori hurriedly bandaged the two wounded.
Depending on the situation, the two were miserable. A large area of ​​bruises appeared on their entire bodies. The arms, legs and feet were bent in weird shapes. Obviously the injuries were serious.
Wang Bo was worried about internal bleeding, but both of them were still a little aware that there should be no major problems.
Atulu bandaged several bleeding spots, and Wang Bo asked, "Hi sir, how are you feeling now?"
The man is yellow as he is, but the skin is darker, like the races from Indonesia and Malaysia. He looked at him vaguely and said, "It's you, it's you ..."
Wang Bo estimated that he had a concussion, and his speech was ambiguous and illogical, so he stopped asking.
He couldn't help here, so he had to track down the information about the escaping vehicle.
The middle-aged white man was an experiencer of the incident. He said: "At the time, the two men were cycling on the roadside, and a silver-white sports car drove out from behind. Suddenly the direction changed and I ran into the two ... "
Pharaoh recorded valid information and asked, "You said it was a silver-white sports car? Do you remember the model? Or did you turn on the driving recorder? There should be some useful information on it."
The middle-aged white man shook his head and said, "I can't see clearly. I didn't drive the driving recorder. The sports car quickly turned around after hitting someone, and then left along the same path."
At this time, another owner interjected and said, "It's a Nissan GTR. Many people like to call it the God of War, a road killer. When I came to see it, it should be it."
"Did you turn on the driving recorder, sir?"
"Yes, police officer, I'm driving it, but I think it's hard for you to get more useful information from it. The car is really fast!" Said the man with a moustache.
(To be continued.)