125: Chapter 125: Caught by Traffic Police 125: Chapter 125: Caught by Traffic Police The Buick had begun to shake as it reached this speed.
It seed as though it would fall apart at any mont, and Emily Lopez was getting nervous.
But seeing the focused look on Jas Brown’s face, she swallowed back the words that had reached her lips.
She suddenly had an inexplicable faith in her brother-in-law and believed that he would keep his word, that he wouldn’t let the slightest thing go wrong.
“Damn!
Street racing?” A Camry was cruising steadily at eighty kiloters per hour when a Buick, a Ferrari, and a Porsche roared past it, prompting the Camry’s driver to blurt out a curse.
“Geez, what are they playing at?
Is that a Buick in front?
Can even that car be used for racing?” That was another question that arose in the mind of the Camry driver.
He wasn’t the only one with this question on his mind.
Every driver that had been overtaken held similar thoughts, and they all looked down upon such reckless speeding.
It was way too dangerous.
They didn’t care if the racers t with accidents, but if they collided with another vehicle, then the innocent drivers would be in trouble too.
Ultimately, Jas Brown’s car was simply no match for Thomas Johnson’s in terms of performance.
After racing for over a dozen kiloters, the Porsche and the Ferrari closed in on him, with less than ten ters separating them.
“Damn it, I’ll show you how to run!
I’ll catch up with you!” Thomas Johnson’s eyes lit up with excitent.
He was determined to catch up with Jas.
But suddenly, the Buick swerved left, then right again, slowing down abruptly, making Thomas’s car nearly crash into Jas’s.
Thomas quickly hit the brakes.
Although he wouldn’t mind seeing Jas dead, at this speed, if he crashed into Jas’s car, it wouldn’t just be the Buick that’d be in trouble.
His own car wouldn’t be spared either, and naturally, neither would he.
In the sudden braking, Thomas’s car almost lost control.
Fortunately, the Ferrari’s performance was more than up to the task, preventing him from veering into the opposite lane.
After that, Jas stopped trying to outrun them.
He maintained a speed of around 150 to 160 kiloters per hour, swerving left and right to block their cars, refusing to let them overtake.
No matter if it was the Ferrari or the Porsche, no matter how they tried to overtake Jas, his car kept cutting them off.
This frustrated Thomas to no end.
Although they had considerably slowed down, they still didn’t dare to risk a collision at such speeds.
A crash would result in catastrophic consequences, and they weren’t quite ready to risk their lives in a fight against Jas.
Besides, they believed their lives were worth much more than Jas’s and weren’t willing to gamble them recklessly.
Jas continued to block the two cars behind them, refusing to let them catch up.
Emily was so thrilled that she couldn’t stop screaming with excitent; she was having the ti of her life.
But Emily’s excitent was short-lived.
Suddenly, two police cars appeared on the opposite side of the road.
As they passed Jas and his group, the police cars imdiately sounded their sirens and turned around to begin pursuit.
Emily stuck out her tongue at Jas and said, “Brother-in-law, we’re in trouble now.
The cops are coming after us.”
Jas chuckled and replied, “No problem,” and he actually began slowing down the car.
Emily panicked and cried out, “Brother-in-law, what are you doing?
Speed up!
What will we do if the police catch us?”
Jas slowly pulled over to the side of the road and said, “If we get caught, we get caught.
We haven’t done anything illegal.”
“Not illegal?
Brother-in-law, speeding over fifty percent is a fourteen-dollar fine, not to ntion a license revocation.
This road is probably limited to eighty kiloters per hour, and we were going over two hundred just now.
How can you say we haven’t done anything illegal?”
Jas took out a cigarette and said, “Just watch the show.”
Seeing Jas so confident, Emily’s nerves settled, and she beca curious instead.
“Brother-in-law, don’t tell you know soone from the local traffic police?”
“No, I don’t know a single person,” Jas shook his head confidently.
Emily was dumbfounded and said, “If you don’t know anyone, how can you say it’s no big deal?
You’re ssing with now.
If my older sister finds out we’ve been racing with soone, both of us are done for.”
“Don’t worry, everything will be absolutely fine.” Jas opened the window, a smile on his face.
anwhile, Thomas Johnson and his companion had also blocked Jas’s way, one in front and one behind.
They weren’t afraid of the traffic police.
With so many connections at ho, a single phone call would easily take care of the situation.
Even though Jas was driving a Buick worth over three hundred thousand, when it ca to having powerful backers, they were obviously much better connected than he was.
The traffic police cars arrived quickly, and several officers jumped out and called several people over.
The one who appeared to be the leader now spoke with a stern face, “You’ve got so nerve, racing on the highway with a speed limit of eighty kiloters per hour and even hitting over two hundred.”
Thomas Johnson and his companions didn’t take the traffic police seriously at all.
Whistling casually, they watched the unfolding scene with keen interest, focusing on Jas Brown.
Jas Brown simply flashed a faint smile, saying, “The officer is right, how could anyone race on the highway?
That’s utterly disregarding one’s own life and others’.
Such behavior deserves a severe punishnt.”
Thomas Johnson and the others suddenly widened their eyes in disbelief.
Jas Brown was actually saying such things, as if he hadn’t been racing.
The traffic officer, in no better mood, said to Jas Brown, “You talk the talk, but weren’t you just racing?”
Jas Brown imdiately widened his eyes in response, “Officer comrade, is there so mistake?
I’m the most law-abiding there is.
Look, when I wanted to smoke, I specially parked my car by the roadside.
How could I possibly be involved in racing?”
“You weren’t racing?” the officer said, looking at Jas Brown with suspicion.
Jas Brown nodded emphatically, “No, I had just stopped to smoke when those two cars parked beside .
But I did see a Buick speeding past like mad just before.
You’re not talking about that car, are you?”
When Jas Brown spoke, he seed so wronged, as though he had suffered grave injustice.
The officers imdiately began to doubt their suspicions.
Although they had seen a Buick, a Ferrari, and a Porsche racing, by the ti they turned around, they were behind them, so they had not clearly seen whether Jas Brown’s car was the one involved in the racing.
However, judging by the model, it should be the sa as the racing Buick.
At this mont, Thomas Johnson was also staring at Jas Brown, dumbfounded.
If it wasn’t for the fact that he had fought with Jas Brown, he would have believed what Jas Brown was saying.
Sensing the police’s doubt, he beca furiously anxious and said, “Police, don’t listen to his nonsense.
He was the one racing us just now.”
As far as racing was concerned, Thomas Johnson and his companions weren’t afraid to admit it.
It was just racing, after all, what big deal was that?
They didn’t know how many tis they had exceeded the speed limit.
If not for the speed, why would they buy Ferraris and Porsches?
Might as well just buy a rcedes-Benz or BMW, which would also be status-lifting and more comfortable to drive.
These traffic officers already knew those who could afford to drive Ferraris and Porsches were not to be underestimated, and the leader had even t Mr.
Thomas Johnson before.
Although they were not close, he knew that even if they wanted to punish Thomas Johnson and his companions, it would only end with a fine.
The idea of deducting their points or revoking their licenses was simply not feasible.
At this point, dealing with Jas Brown seed easier in comparison.
The officer quickly put on a serious face, “Whether you were speeding or not is not up to you.
I can find out in no ti.”
In the police car, they had the specialized equipnt and imdiately connected online with the T District’s information center, promptly retrieving all the photos taken on this stretch of road.
“Kid, it looks like you’re done for this ti, exceeding the limit by fifty percent.
Ha, let’s see how you drive in the future,” Thomas Johnson, familiar with the police procedure, began laughing triumphantly as soon as he saw what the officers were doing.
Jas Brown shook his head and said, “I’m telling you guys, you can’t drive like that just because you have Ferraris and Porsches.
What if you hit soone?
Even if you don’t hit soone else, what if you crash?
What if you break an arm or a leg?
Wouldn’t that an you’ll have to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair?
And if you lose your life, how could you ever face your parents after all they’ve done to raise you?”
At this mont, Jas Brown was like an elder lecturing Thomas Johnson and his companions, which made them burn with anger.
Thomas Johnson snorted coldly and said, “You don’t have to pretend here; I bet it’s you who’s done for this ti.”
Emily Lopez followed beside Jas Brown, smiling at his banter.
However, seeing the police officers going through the data, she began to worry again.
At this point, having points deducted and paying a fine were the least of her concerns.
If the driving license was revoked, that would be truly troubleso.
What worried her most was getting scolded by her sister.
Today’s incident was her fault.
If she hadn’t co out with him, Jas Brown wouldn’t have clashed with these privileged youths, nor would he have raced.
If this caused a rift between Jas Brown and Gina Lopez, her guilt would be even greater.
The officer responsible for retrieving the data was quite frustrated.
Photos of the speeding Ferrari and Porsche were plentiful and each clearly showed their license plates.
However, they hadn’t captured a single photo of the speeding Buick, which seed utterly impossible.
“What’s the matter?” The police leader frowned as he questioned the data-retrieving officer.
“Chief, take a look at this,” the officer replied, pushing the computer towards his superior, sowhat helpless.
The leader scrutinized the photos from that section of the road, but indeed, not a single photo showed Jas Brown’s Buick speeding.
“What’s going on here?
Is there a system malfunction?”
“That shouldn’t be the case.
All the other photos ca out; just his car’s photos are missing.”
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