America’s Big Hero

Sean stared at the vice president sitting across from him.

This is definitely someone tripping him up!

You're not a **** outsider yourself.

Since this side knows that he is coming, it means that old man David has already ordered it.

So, who is stumbling upon themselves?

Old man David?

Some direct line of the family?

Company CEO?

That's all Sean could think of.

But what's the point of stumbling on yourself?

It can't be just for the sake of giving yourself a slap in the face, or for this little profit?

If he didn't understand, Sean felt that he didn't want to.

Find out who tripped you up, and all the problems will be solved naturally.

As for how to deal with it, Sean has his own way.

"The conditions are a bit high." Sean suddenly put on a smile and said, "In this way, I still need to go back and discuss with the people in the company. Let's talk about it next time."

"Of course, of course there is no problem." The other party smiled and stood up.

"By the way, do you have a business card? I'll contact you later if you have any questions." Sean stopped suddenly when he walked to the door, turned his head and asked.

"This is my business card." The other party was stunned, took out a business card and handed it over with both hands.

Sean raised his right hand, pinched his **** and index finger, turned to look, and said softly, "Bell Harris."

Bell Harris frowned and looked at Sean, feeling humiliated by the way he took the business card.

Sean was very polite just now! ?

Sean didn't speak, just gave Bell Harris a meaningful look, and then strode out.

Go out, get on the plane, the plane takes off.

Sean picked up the satellite phone and dialed the headquarters, "Armstrong, investigate a person for me, Bell Harris, and get his basic information as quickly as possible, family status, license plate number, daily access routes and so on."

Putting down the phone, Sean laughed.

He wanted to see if it was a human or a ghost!

...

At night, five o'clock, it's time to get off work.

Bell Harris, as usual, went into the underground garage to get his car and drove away from the company.

There was no dinner party, party or other entertainment today, and he drove in the direction of home with ease.

Ten minutes later, a large truck turned from the adjacent lane.

Bell Harris taps the radio in the car, and the driver always likes to listen to some music to relax.

After adjusting a few radio stations and listening to the music he liked, Bell Harris shook his head gently with the music, feeling very good.

Without noticing at all, a family of large trucks caught up behind him.

A few minutes later, the large truck chased behind the target vehicle, the driver slammed down the accelerator, and the large truck accelerated again.

At this moment, Bell Harris finally heard the roar of the engine behind him, his eyes subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror, and then his pupils shrank suddenly.

Don't wait for any reaction from him.

"Boom!" A crash sound.

Bell Harris felt like he was hit by a big truck, his body hit the backrest completely uncontrollably, dizzy, dizzy, and completely lost the ability to control his body.

The fear of death hit him, making him feel as if this moment was forever, the fear hit his mind, and his heart seemed to stop beating.

At this moment, his whole body was overwhelmed with fear.

The car rushed out more than ten meters, and slammed into a car in front, 'Boom'!

The body rushed forward uncontrollably again, but fortunately there was a seat belt stuck, but the chest seemed to be hit by a large stone, and the air in the chest was squeezed out.

After two consecutive hits, the car stopped.

Bell Harris opened his mouth wide, panting like a fish on the shore.

Glasses slumped over the bridge of his nose, his eyes staring out of focus at the shattered snowflake windshield.

At this moment, his mind was blank.

At that moment, he really thought he was going to die.

It was as if they had seen heaven.

After a long while, Bell Harris regained a bit of strength, reached out and pushed the door open, his body fell out, and half of his body slumped outside because the seat belt was still buckled on him.

The four cars collided in a series, and the scene was a mess!

At this moment, there were a lot of cars parked around, some drivers got out of the car and ran up quickly, a man supported Bell Harris on the shoulder and shouted loudly in his ear: "Sir, sir, are you ok? Can you hear me? Would you like to call an ambulance?"

"Sir! Sir!"

When a car accident happens, usually when this happens, someone will stop and help.

And, interestingly, it sounds like almost all of the people who helped were white people, and seven or eight out of ten of these white people were racists.

They will be there to help treat the injured, call an ambulance, or take the injured to the hospital.

And most of the black people who shouted about human rights all day long and shouted that they were discriminated against will also come down...

Go down and 'pick up' some valuables from the injured.

"I, I, I can hear." At this moment, Bell Harris slowed down a little and said reluctantly.

"Do you need me to call an ambulance for you?"

"Hu, hu, hu." Bell Harris gasped a few times, except for the pain in his chest, there didn't seem to be any discomfort.

Reaching out and pressing the seat belt, Bell Harris was about to get out of the car, but the moment his legs hit the ground, he felt a little weak, and he stumbled before he could stand firm.

"No, it's fine, I'm fine, thank you." Bell Harris held the car door, showed a grateful smile to those who were eager to help, and looked up and left to look at the scene.

The big truck behind him that hit him was parked six or seven meters away, and half of the front of the car rushed to the sidewalk next to him. A street light was knocked crooked, and there was a long brake trace behind it.

In front was a car that was hit by his own car, and the people in the car had already got down.

Taking a closer look, although the scene was messy, it seemed that no one was seriously injured. The driver of the truck who hit him also got out of the car.

It didn't take long for the police and ambulance to arrive.

Taking photos, they were pulled away by ambulance after briefly asking about the scene.

There's nothing to investigate, it's clear, an accidental crash caused by a drowsy truck driver.

Fortunately no one was injured.

Naturally, the insurance company will take care of the follow-up problems. Bell Harris came out of the hospital without finding any injuries after some inspections.

Standing at the gate of the hospital, Bell Harris let out a long sigh and escaped!

He didn't notify his wife, and he wasn't injured anyway. Let's talk about it when he goes back. The province's wife is worried.

He is a good husband.

Just as he stretched out his hand to get a taxi, Bell Harris heard the ringing of the phone, picked up his big brother and connected to ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and immediately heard a panicked cry, "Darling, a robber broke in just now. At home, I'm so scared."

"What!!" Bell Harris exclaimed, "wait for me, I'll go over!"

Beckon, take a taxi.

After that, he picked up the phone and dialed again, "Catherine, it's me. I had a car accident on the road just now. It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, I'm fine, it's just that the car crashed."

"Yes, yes, yes, I have a checkup at the hospital, and then I go to the police station to make a record."

"Don't worry, it's okay, don't worry, I'm fine, you and the children can eat first, don't wait."

"Okay, that's it, love you." Bell Harris let out a long sigh of relief after hanging up.

He is a good husband and can't worry his wife, yes.

Take out $20 and throw it at the black driver, "Come on, go to this address!"

The little black man turned his head and showed a big white tooth, "Okay, sir."