Zhou Yihu was drenched in sweat.
He felt that the closer the traffic cop got, the closer he was to prison.
He gripped the steering wheel tightly. Should he just make a run for it?
Order had not completely collapsed yet, and the authorities still had resources to spare. If he got caught, he would probably be locked up for years.
Once he was locked up, it would all be too late.
Anyway, if he ran now and evaded the initial manhunt, then once order began to break down later, he would no longer need to worry about the authorities coming after him.
Because by then, the authorities would have no time to spare for him.
The traffic cop was already standing beside his window, gently knocking on it.
Zhou Yihu had no choice but to roll the window down.
The traffic cop merely glanced at him, then froze on the spot.
Wait, something was wrong. What was that he had on him? If he was not mistaken, was that a gun?
A bead of cold sweat instantly formed on the traffic cop's forehead, but he quickly came to his senses. It was probably a toy or a prop.
Otherwise, who would brazenly carry something like that out in the open? Would he really dare stop for a traffic inspection instead of running?
If it was a real gun, then either the other party was highly skilled and fearless, a desperate lunatic with nothing to lose, or an idiot.
And although Zhou Yihu's expression was somewhat stiff, he did not look like that kind of person.
"Please show me your driver's license."
After thinking for a moment, Zhou Yihu took out his employee card and handed it over.
He hoped Wu Cheng had not just been boasting.
And he hoped