Uncovering My Wife's Secrets

Chapter 293 Uncovering My Wife’s Secrets

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Trevor crashed the pickup truck, off-road car, and sedan in a row. He didn't let go of any of them. After a few consecutive collisions, the driver of the off-road car lay on the steering wheel, his face completely pale. He suddenly went cold and suffered from angina. The driver of the pickup truck was slightly better. His hand was clubbed and broken.

The sedan was the most vulnerable. When it was hit by Trevor's car, the door directly smashed into it, and the glass completely exploded. A few pieces of glass flew up and pierced the driver, and one of them pierced the corner of his eye. He instantly felt that he was blind in one eye and covered his eye as he cried out. Trevor happened to see a gap between the two cars in front of him. He drove quickly through it and quickly lost three cars that were following him. A bunch of losers. He quickly drove to Daunting Hotel. After having a simple meal near the restaurant, he checked into a room and slept. And the next morning, he got a call from the police, saying he was suspected of vehicular homicide.

Trevor was very speechless. It had been a long time since he had seen an idiot playing such a clumsy distracting trick. The police asked Trevor to go to the police station to take a statement. Trevor said that he would come over. Then, he had breakfast and went to the police station. In regard to the situation of him hitting others with his car yesterday, they were just racing together and competing with each other, at the most. How could it be called intentional vehicular homicide? If the other party didn't admit that they were racing, then they were the ones who had deliberately tried to kill him first. He just defended himself after that. Trevor did not panic at all. He calmly drove to the police station.

left the police station. A man ran past Trevor, and a woman chased after him crazily. "Robbery! Robbery! My bag was robbed." "Sir, my bag was robbed. Can you help me?" The woman was panting as she chased after the marauder. When she passed by Trevor, she looked at him for help. Trevor pointed at the entrance of the police station. The woman looked at

might have interfered in this matter. This was a special period, so he wouldn't cause trouble for himself. "It's a robbery. Give me back my bag." Instead of calling the police, the woman ran frantically toward the man in front of her. Trevor ignored them and walked toward his car. His car was parked in the parking lot beside the police station. He went to the trunk to get a bottle of mineral water and leaned against the car door to drink it. Not far away, an old scavenger was dragging a large, dirty bag. He stooped and Fummaged in the trash with an iron hook. Soon, he found a paper shell. He picked it up and put it in his big bag. Suddenly, he saw Trevor. His gaze was fixed on the bottle

man stared at the water Trevor had poured out again and swallowed. Trevor understood. Not only did the old man want the bottle of mineral water in his hand, but he was thirsty. He immediately opened the trunk again and took a new bottle of mineral water. Then he went to the old man and gave the new water and the empty bottle to him. The old man seemed to be deaf and mute. He looked at Trevor with his yellowed eyes and then pointed at

to turn around and into the car when he saw the old man get convulsing. He wondered if the old man was having a sudden illness, so he immediately walked to the old man, crouched down, and asked, "Sir, are you all right?" The old man

man screamed in pain. Trevor became even more anxious when he heard the old man's shout. He quickly called an ambulance. The old man suddenly struggled to get up in pain. After calling an ambulance, Trevor quickly comforted the old man. "Sir, don't move." The old man looked very stubborn. He stretched out his hand in pain and tried to get up. Trevor had no

martial artist. A small fly-cutter appeared suddenly in the old man's hand. Fortunately, Trevor dodged it. It missed and pierced Trevor's left waist. Trevor shook off the old man and saw that the fly-cutter in the old man's hand was black. It was smaller than a dagger. He immediately looked at his left waist. There was blood, and the blood was black. A terrible premonition ran through his mind. He wanted to grab the old man, but the old man