In the United States, airplanes and trains also adopt the real-name system, and Charlson Cox, fearing that his identity would be leaked, planned to take a long-distance bus first to transit all the way and go south to Texas.
Texas shares a border with Mexico, so he planned to get to Texas and then find a way to smuggle himself into Mexico. Charlson Cox has been selling people for years and has a strong network in Canada, the United States, and Mexico. In the south, because there are many entrenched drug lords, more or less it is like the chaotic era of warlords in some places so it is easy to hide his identity and ensure anonymity. Once he reaches the territory of those drug lords, even the Joules family will find it difficult to catch him.
At this moment, the driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror and smiled, “Okay sir, please buckle up.”
Charlson Cox said impatiently, “Buckle up a fart, I am in the back. Just drive your car!”
The driver said very seriously, “Sorry sir, in my car, no matter which seat you are in, you have to buckle the seat belt or else please get out.”
Charlson Cox did not expect that a cab driver dared to call his own bluff. Originally wanted to get angry, but once he thought that he was still on the edge of the Joules family estate, in this critical moment he could not cause trouble because of emotions, so he could only curse, “Damn!” Subsequently, he could only buckle up the seat belt.
The driver saw him buckle up, the corners of his mouth wiped over a hidden smile, then started the car and slowly drove away from the scene. The car turned and drove to the expressway, ready to leave Long Beach.
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