Bab 1689: Don't worry, it doesn't hurt at all

She pushed up the ridiculously large sunglasses on her face and looked around. Then, she leisurely got into the car and closed the door. She raised her hand and pulled down her wavy hair, revealing her neat short hair. Then, she took out a strange-looking iron sheet, inserted it into the car's keyhole, and smoothly started the car. Then, she left.

Just after she left, a fat middle-aged man with glasses was on the phone. He walked out with a woman in heavy makeup in his arms. When he came to the parking space, he was dumbfounded and the phone in his hand fell to the ground.

"Where's My Car? Where's My Car?" she screamed.

It just so happened that there were some police officers in the square who were dealing with the aftermath of the shooting. The man ran over, grabbed one of the police officers, and cried, " officer, I want to report that my car is gone. I just took out a loan to buy it last month. You must help me find it.