Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 556 - 233: I’m Not A Bad Person_1

Chapter 556: Chapter 233: I’m Not A Bad Person_1

When the young man leisurely drove to the place designated by the middle-aged man, he quickly left the driver’s seat as the middle-aged man got out of the car, and said to Old Yang, "Master, I can’t reverse the vehicle, you’d better do it!"

Old Yang hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly climbed into the driver’s seat, but he failed to reverse the vehicle properly after several attempts, driving the people below into a frenzy of frustration and impatience.

The middle-aged man serving as the guide ran over, tapped on the car window, and was dismayed to see Old Yang in the driver’s seat. He exclaimed, "I thought it was your apprentice making a mess of reversing! How could you, as a master, manage to mess this up? Hurry up, there’s just a little bit of cargo left. Once you’ve packed it up, you can leave... hurry up..."

Old Yang wished to tell this middle-aged man outright that the young man was not his apprentice, but he couldn’t figure out the young man’s identity, so he had to placate the middle-aged man with a smile, "Alright, almost there..."

After the middle-aged man left, the young man chuckled, "Master, don’t panic. First get the vehicle parked. Rest assured, I’m not a bad person..."

Finally, as Old Yang managed to park the vehicle, the young man teased him, "Master, is this your first time doing this kind of work?"

"Yes, yes! It’s my first time, really the first time..." Old Yang’s voice was trembling slightly, and he couldn’t help asking, "Comrade, if you’re not one of them, are you from the Public Security Bureau?"

The young man laughed, "Don’t call me comrade, I’m not used to it. I’m your apprentice, remember? I wouldn’t have been able to drive this car off without you! I’m not from the Public Security Bureau either. You’ll find out soon. Let’s wait until they finish loading the cargo..."

"So you are their enemy? Are you out to sabotage them?" When Old Yang heard the young man say he was not the Public Security Bureau, he felt a lot more relieved and asked again. "Now that you know, I’m just here to transport the goods. If you are out to get them, could you please spare me?"

"I’m not the Public Security Bureau, nor am I here to do them harm. Just think of me as the authorities! Anyway, in a while, I’ll be heading to the police station of the Public Security Bureau..." the young man laughed. "Don’t think of any funny ideas just because I’m alone, we are still master and apprentice. I don’t want you to suffer any harm. Do you think, with so many of them, I would dare come alone if I didn’t have an assurance?"

The young man spoke lightly, yet those outside, working silently, were indeed not few. Yet he clearly didn’t take them seriously. Old Yang, who was a veteran driver, knew better than to judge a book by its cover. If this young man wasn’t even afraid of the many men outside, there was no use being afraid of him.

Feeling helpless, Old Yang’s voice trembled even more, "Are you from the military? Armed police?"

Without waiting for the young man to reply, he started to mutter to himself, "It’s over, it’s over... Greed kills... Greed... I wanted to make a few more trips to buy a bigger car! Now everything is over..."

As he was talking, tears began to flow. Suddenly, he noticed the young man beside him, stood up abruptly and turned around. The young man thought he was going to resist or escape. But instead, he knelt on the seat, bowing his head between the two seats continuously, "Comrade, can you spare me? I beg you, I beg you. I will repay you as a cow or a horse, my whole family depends on me for a meal? This is my first time, really my first time..."

The young man sighed, "It’s a little late now to realize your mistake. Every mistake has a consequence. Don’t worry, if you cooperate well, I’ll put in a good word for you to the Public Security Bureau. It should help, to some extent at least! At least it could make your time inside a little less tough..."

Seeing that Old Yang was still persistently kowtowing, the young man reached out and stopped him, "Enough, I can see you aren’t a bad person, but it’s too late to say anything now. Since you genuinely taught me how to drive a few moments ago, I’ll tell them you collaborated with me in capturing them when the time comes. Maybe it will help in reducing your sentence, perhaps they might just confiscate your tools of crime and fine you, and not lock you up... Sit tight now! Don’t let them notice and delay the loading..."

Old Yang lifted his tear-streaked face, and sat back down in his seat looking desolate. He muttered to himself, "I’ll cooperate, I’ll cooperate. Whatever way you want me to cooperate... It’s over... It’s over..."

"Sigh... people should never take the wrong path!" The young man’s face showed deep despondence. "Because of a momentary lapse of judgment! Start from scratch in the future! Don’t have wicked ideas, it only brings trouble!"

Old Yang nodded numbly, "Yes... Getting into trouble is getting into trouble..."

As he was about to turn and say something, the young man shouted at him, "Stop fidgeting! If you keep this up and alert the people behind, you’ll have to go load those oil barrels onto the truck by yourself... sit down and talk!"

Upon hearing this, Old Yang dared not move and pleaded carefully, "Comrade, could you put in a good word for me, just fine me but don’t confiscate my vehicle! My entire family depends on this vehicle for a living. Please I beg of you..."

The young man showed a look of exploitation and sagacity, "See, you’re being greedy again, aren’t you? Do you know how serious the crime of transporting so much crude oil is? What I said is probably the lightest punishment you could face, and you still want to keep the vehicle? Greed is the root of all evils! Better think about it, once you’re in the Bureau, you should confess honestly!"

As he said this, he took out a bundle of ropes from a worn-out bag he was carrying, then hushed at Old Yang like coaxing a child, "Come on, Master, I have to go and arrest the others in a while, so I’ll tie you up first. We need to cooperate, so I can speak on your behalf later..."

Looking at the young man who was still calling him Master, Old Yang was filled with mixed feelings. He stretched out his hands to let the young man tie him onto the steering wheel, but couldn’t help asking, "Are you really alone?"

"What’s wrong? Regretting it? Regretting not resisting?" The young man laughed. "You’ll know in a moment, you’re gaining a lot from your compliance and honesty right now!"

As he said this, he noticed that those behind had finished loading the truck. They were preparing to remove the wooden planks and close the fence. Someone was even shouting for the master to go and cover up the truck with a tarpaulin. The young man looked at Old Yang, smiled, and then got out of the car with his little worn-out bag.

The middle-aged man who had been guiding the driver before, saw the young man coming and laughed, "Hurry up, cover up the truck quickly, and you can leave. This is our first cooperation, in the future..."

The young man approached him, laughed and said, "There’s no future..."

The middle-aged man felt something unusual about what the young man had just said and was about to reply when he felt a sudden pull on his clothes. Next thing he knew, he was flying through the air.

Mid-air, all he could do was let out a startled yelp and a scream...

Then came a chorus of angry cursing, cries of pain, and screams, all accompanied by the thumping sounds that were similar to those made when loading the truck earlier with burlap sacks.

Only this time, the thumping sounds were made by ’human bags’.