Chapter 841

"Dude, buddy," Neil, who was being carried away like a chicken by his former colleagues, kept pleading, "We've been to bars together, we've been to a few parties together, I know a lot of members, I'll give you introduce……,"

All of this, to no avail.

Outside the dimly lit back door, next to the trash can, he was thrown heavily on the ground, and just about to stand up, he was punched hard in the face, causing him to fall to the ground again, he shook his head, spat out a mouthful Bloody teeth, "Wait, man," he held up his hands, "I have some money, and I'll give it all to you,"

These days, he still gets some extra tips from time to time, although most of them have been squandered, but some have been saved.

What answered him was a firm kick in the stomach, and he curled up in pain, followed by punches and kicks like a storm, punch after punch, kick after kick, so dense, so powerful, and As for his cries of pain, they were all beaten back into the stomach.

After being numb from the pain, the beating finally stopped, but it wasn't over yet.

He touched Huang Jingping's right hand, and it was spread on the ground. First, the little finger was crushed heavily. This kick aroused his pain again. The pain was so painful that he screamed out of tune. , followed by another kick on the head, the screams stopped abruptly, and he almost bit his own tongue.

When it was the thumb's turn, Neil finally found happily that he didn't feel any pain for the time being.

"Bah," the two black brothers flexed their fists in comfort, and spat on the muddy Neil with disdain, "You idiot,"

The back door of the clubhouse was slammed shut. Neil was so weak now that even the sound of the door closing made him, who was lying on the ground, tremble a few times.

Not far away, the rear glass of a black Lincoln Navigator came down. Martin took a few glances at the lump lying on the ground, and threw a cigar out of the car, "Let's go!"

…………

After a long time, the lump on the ground finally moved a few times. Neil screamed silently, struggled a few times, and finally sat up slowly. With his left hand supporting his right hand, he struggled, struggled, and stumbled towards the parking lot. He walked across the field, a short distance of a few hundred meters, and he walked for more than ten minutes in a daze.

Fortunately, there were no cars on the road at this time, and a second-hand Chevrolet was driving crookedly on the road. Neil found the private clinic he had visited through his swollen left eye, and knocked Door.

"Here we come," the doctor, who had already fallen asleep, came to open the door cursingly. As soon as the door opened, a bunch of humanoid creatures leaning on it fell heavily inside the door. The doctor adjusted his glasses and took a few glances, " Dude, did you fight a bear, or got jacked by a crazy pit bull?"

Neil didn't even have the strength to respond to the unscrupulous doctor's teasing, "My hands, my stomach...,"

"Don't worry, when I'm here, as long as you have money, everything can be cured," the doctor easily picked him up in his hand and dragged him towards the inner room.

More than two hours later, a "mummy" came out, his right hand was hung on his chest, and the only intact left hand was holding a bottle of wine.

Squeezing into the driver's seat, causing several wounds on his body, Neil let out a few pains, poured a few sips of wine into his mouth, slumped on the seat for a long time, and finally turned the car on. , and continued on the crooked road, heading towards his kennel.

Although there were no cars on the road at all, unfortunately, this time, not long after he was on the road, a police car approached with its horn and flashing lights, "****," Neil cursed with difficulty, obediently Pull over the car.

A policeman glanced into the car with a flashlight, couldn't help laughing, "Get out of the car,"

He didn't even dare to confront the policeman. Neil grinned and got out of the car. The policeman laughed mercilessly for a while.

"Your driver's license?"

"In the glove box,"

One policeman went to get a driver's license, and one held his arms, and gave Neil instructions, "Stand up, feet together, hands hanging by your sides, one foot out, fifteen centimeters off the ground, legs straight, feet stretched out. Tight, keep your eyes on your toes, start counting now, start from 1001, until I say stop, start, "

Given Neil's current physical condition, he couldn't stand still. He only counted two, then "bang" and leaned against the car.

"Two, can you let me go to the hospital first?"

"Stand still," the policeman didn't listen to him at all, turning a blind eye to his physical condition, a policeman walked over with a flashlight, "look at the light, roll your eyes,"

Neil's eyes were so swollen that there were only two lines left, and he had to accept the stimulation of the flashlight, so his eyeballs naturally trembled violently.

Although it can be determined that he is drunk driving, this is not the end. The police insisted that Neil do another test, "along the baseline of the roadside, walk 9 steps, take a step and count a step loudly, then turn around and walk back,"

Neal really didn't want to take this test, "Officer, I drank alcohol," he walked towards his car, trying to get the bottle out of the car, "Can you let me go to the hospital first,"

"Stop still," the two policemen immediately tensed up and put their hands on their waists.

Egenniel had no choice but to work hard like a clown to complete the last test. With his current physical condition, even if he didn't drink, the ten or so steps must have been crooked.

When he was walking back to his original position with difficulty, he saw a policeman, wearing gloves, holding the opened bottle in the car playfully, and dangling it like he drank it. Why don’t you guys hurry up? find this!

Regarding drunk driving, the California law specifically stipulates that if there is alcohol in the car, it must be filled, sealed, unopened, or placed in the trunk. Otherwise, it is considered drunk driving. Finding this bottle of wine in the car is enough to prove that Neil is drunk driving .

However, Neil, who felt a little relieved, saw the playful smiles of the two policemen, and immediately understood one thing. These two policemen seemed to be waiting for him specially.

"Eganier, please come back to the police station with us for a breathalyzer test,"

"I cooperate, can you let me go to the hospital first?"

"Didn't you just come out of the clinic?" A policeman pushed him heavily into the back seat of the police car. His intact left hand was handcuffed and handcuffed to the middle partition of the police car.

During this process, Egenir continued to receive additional injuries, and the wound was touched again and again. However, he knew it and stopped making a sound. Until now, how could he not understand what was going on?

For a moment, he was very annoyed why he couldn't control himself and stretched out his hand to the Chinese woman. On the other hand, he was a little lucky that he only stretched out his hand once!

In the police station, Neil was scorned again by the police officers on duty, "Is this taken from the pyramid?"

"Don't look at the many bandages on his body. In fact, there is nothing serious about it. Why were you injured? Did you participate in a fight? Tell me the old-fashioned way later." .

The United States has zero tolerance for drunk driving, and California stipulates that a blood alcohol content of 0.08 mg is considered a drunk driving.

what is this concept? Probably with the size of the current President Bush Jr., drinking two bottles of beer is definitely enough.

Neil is naturally enough, with an alcohol content of 0.11.

"Sorry, Your Majesty Pharaoh, it seems that you have to spend the night in the detention center temporarily,"

"Can I go to the hospital?" he asked once.

No one paid him any attention.

The police finally satisfied his request to call, but the colleagues in the clubhouse immediately hung up the phone when they heard it was him. Which employee in the clubhouse doesn't know about him now? Thanks to him, everyone received an email from the company last night, sternly emphasizing work discipline.

As for the female members who had close contact with each other, they all said in unison, "I'm sorry, you made the wrong number,"

No one wants to have anything to do with him, and everyone avoids him like a plague god.

Until the noon of the next day, Neil worked hard and finally found a good friend who came to the police station to bail him out, and that was a colleague of his at the bar.

Naturally, the help is not in vain.

Because he paid a $3,000 bond for him, his second-hand Camaro, which cost more than $8,000 and was not long after he got it, belonged to this colleague, plus a towing and storage fee that should be relatively expensive. And fines, added up, are less than $4,000.

But what can Neil do?

The original colleague sent Neil to the apartment downstairs in a very humane manner. After saying goodbye, he drove away in a well-maintained Camaro in a cool manner.

"Damn it," Neil cursed so hard that he turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.

It was raining all night, and the elevator in the apartment was being repaired. It seemed that everything was against him. After a lot of effort, he finally climbed to the 8th floor. Thinking that he was on his own territory and finally settled down, he couldn't help being a little happy .

But when he walked to the door, he wondered if he was a little dazzled, because the door seemed to be ajar, he pushed it, yes, it was ajar.

The door opened, and the situation inside made him even more dumbfounded. It was even more tragic than the scene at the epicenter after a major earthquake. From furniture to his personal belongings, nothing was complete.

He ignored the emotion and eagerly climbed under the kitchen sink. To his disappointment, the 800 dollars in cash hidden inside disappeared, and the hundreds of dollars on the ceiling of the bathroom also disappeared.

Neil, who had been numb from the shock and wanted to cry without tears, finally got the last more than 300 dollars in a pair of smelly sneakers in the shoe cabinet. The bandage who became the target, stumbled down the stairs and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

He knew very well at this moment that California was no longer a place for him to stay. The drunk driving lawsuit, the landlord's claim, and the person he provoked blindly... and he couldn't go back home either. Who knew when the other party was going to let him go? ?

Three days later, he showed up in Nevada, and a month later, he finally arrived in Montana, Canada is right next door. Egenniel, who was in a panic for a while, couldn't help but burst into tears...