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Fanfic: Powerschool17
Chapter: Powerschool17
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Chapter 17: Killer Driver
Taxi driver: I told him there was no point in blackmailing me. But then he held the revolver to my head. I carefully stepped on the accelerator. The car jerked. I was shocked, I hadn't expected such a jolt. I looked anxiously at the back seat where the masked man was sitting. When I sweated and noticed that the man was used to such jerky starts, I clutched the steering wheel. This time I got off to a flying start.
Murderer: With a shaky hand, I held the revolver exactly on the right ear of the old man, who was clutching the steering wheel. Next to me lay a bag full of money. A strong jolt pulled me out of my dreams. The taxi driver looked me straight in the eye. I gave him a challenging look. He turned back around. Stared at his steering wheel and accelerated.
Taxi driver: He must have had a reason for his murder. I knew the murdered woman.I had driven it many times. Only now did I notice that I was not paying attention to the road, I was just driving straight ahead. I accidentally drove into a one-way street and rammed a garbage can. It fell over and the entire contents spilled over the floor. The murderer didn't seem to care because he was lighting a cigarette.
Murderer: I thought of my murder, how I had caught her in her apartment, I had tied the plastic bag around her and let her slowly suffocate. Then I took the money from her. The money, the money. I looked out the window. It felt like he was driving on the sidewalk. But I didn't care, the main thing was that he wouldn't go to the nearest police station. I took a cigarette out of the box in my right pocket. Then I took the lighter out of the other pocket.
Taxi driver: I stepped on the brakes and asked the figure behind me: "Where do you want to go, Mr. Robber?" to the lead raven!"Slowly the Rollesroys rolled me out of the cul-de-sac and back onto the street. A police car with blue lights sped past behind my car.
Murderer: I sensed that something seemed wrong, how should I speak to the publisher now. But I didn't have to worry because the man asked me: “Where are you going to go, Mr. Robber?” “Well, first of all, I'm not a robber, but a murderer and, secondly, I would like to go to a pub ! "That was just what I wanted. I took my cell phone out of my pocket, dialed the number, 109774532 and was connected with a dark voice: "You got the code 7o3 °?" then I hung up.
Chapter 17: Killer Driver
Taxi driver: I told him there was no point in blackmailing me. But then he held the revolver to my head. I carefully stepped on the accelerator. The car jerked. I was shocked, I hadn't expected such a jolt. I looked anxiously at the back seat where the masked man was sitting. When I sweated and noticed that the man was used to such jerky starts, I clutched the steering wheel. This time I got off to a flying start.
Murderer: With a shaky hand, I held the revolver exactly on the right ear of the old man, who was clutching the steering wheel. Next to me lay a bag full of money. A strong jolt pulled me out of my dreams. The taxi driver looked me straight in the eye. I gave him a challenging look. He turned back around. Stared at his steering wheel and accelerated.
Taxi driver: He must have had a reason for his murder. I knew the murdered woman.I had driven it many times. Only now did I notice that I was not paying attention to the road, I was just driving straight ahead. I accidentally drove into a one-way street and rammed a garbage can. It fell over and the entire contents spilled over the floor. The murderer didn't seem to care because he was lighting a cigarette.
Murderer: I thought of my murder, how I had caught her in her apartment, I had tied the plastic bag around her and let her slowly suffocate. Then I took the money from her. The money, the money. I looked out the window. It felt like he was driving on the sidewalk. But I didn't care, the main thing was that he wouldn't go to the nearest police station. I took a cigarette out of the box in my right pocket. Then I took the lighter out of the other pocket.
Taxi driver: I stepped on the brakes and asked the figure behind me: "Where do you want to go, Mr. Robber?" to the lead raven!"Slowly the Rollesroys rolled me out of the cul-de-sac and back onto the street. A police car with blue lights sped past behind my car.
Murderer: I sensed that something seemed wrong, how should I speak to the publisher now. But I didn't have to worry because the man asked me: “Where are you going to go, Mr. Robber?” “Well, first of all, I'm not a robber, but a murderer and, secondly, I would like to go to a pub ! "That was just what I wanted. I took my cell phone out of my pocket, dialed the number, 109774532 and was connected with a dark voice: "You got the code 7o3 °?" then I hung up.