The Great Collision

Chapter 4 The Great Collision

At 3:30 p.m., Max went downstairs on time, got into his Cadillac, and drove home along the familiar road.

On the roadside, in an old Toyota that had changed hands countless times, Elena noticed the Cadillac turning into the intersection. She took out her phone, made a call, and said, "The idiot's on the road!"

Having received a response, she drove after them at a distance.

There weren't many cars on the road, and Max drove very fast. He received a phone call midway: "Sweetie, go pick up the kids. I'll make them chocolate chip cookies tonight."

As they entered a narrow, two-lane road, the Cadillac hit a small rock and shuddered. Max instinctively slowed down, slightly turned the steering wheel, and swerved around the other loose stones.

I don't know which slut who gave birth to a son without an anus threw some pebbles on the road.

Max slowed down again, suddenly drawn to something at the small intersection to his left.

It was a large teddy bear doll, carrying a colorful flag in one hand that read "Big Sale on All Kinds of Teddy Bears This Weekend".

The two kids in the family love teddy bears the most, and Max also loves them very much, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances at them.

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On the other side of the intersection, the shrubs were growing vigorously. Harris lay on his bicycle, one leg on the ground, staring intently at the teddy bear across the road, waiting for the signal.

Because he had practiced several times before, his fractured left arm was in excruciating pain, which made his face contort in agony.

Harris endured the pain, secretly calculating, "The probability of success is as high as sixty percent, I can definitely do it!"

Just then, the teddy bear mascot on the opposite side threw away its colorful flag.

Harris slammed on the pedals and sped off, forcing out the words through clenched teeth: "For money!"

When faced with the temptation of money, the poor unleash unparalleled power.

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The cheeky bear at the crossroads, having tossed aside the colorful flag with its left hand, suddenly clenched its fist and placed it in front of its furry belly. Then it twisted its waist and thrust its hips, twisting its waist and thrusting its hips again at an exaggerated frequency, as if it wanted to shoot down the planes in the sky.

Max had never seen such a cheeky teddy bear doll before, and he almost burst out laughing.

A significant portion of his attention was drawn to the sleazy bear to his left.

Harris burst out from behind the green belt on the right front.

Max spotted a figure and instinctively slammed on the brakes.

A crash was heard, the car shook, and someone fell onto the road.

Max was momentarily stunned, then came to his senses, cursed, unbuckled his seatbelt, and quickly got out of the car to check the situation.

He wasn't driving fast, so he felt there wasn't much of a problem.

An old bicycle was lying askew in front of the Cadillac, its rear wheel still spinning, and the Cadillac's right front headlight cover was cracked.

A young white man lay down on the road and screamed.

Harris didn't need to act; he was genuinely in pain, excruciating pain, so much so that he screamed at the top of his lungs.

Max quickly asked, "Are you alright?"

It hurt so much that Harris didn't want to answer. Only after Max asked again did he say, pale-faced, "My left hand, my left hand is broken!"

Max was alarmed and was just considering whether to make a quick getaway when he noticed that the jerk bear was coming from the intersection.

There were eyewitnesses.

Martin picked up the small camera he was filming on a bench by the roadside and ran over there. Just then, Elena drove up, and he put the camera in the passenger seat and waved.

Elena glanced at Harris on the ground, then immediately drove away to the pre-arranged location to quickly make a copy.

Martin removed the teddy bear's large head, pulled out his phone, and asked loudly, "Mr. Max, should we call the police?"

Max looked like he'd seen a ghost when he realized it was Martin.

Harris propped himself up with one hand and said, "Call 911! Get an ambulance!"

Martin, of course, wouldn't call 911. Holding the teddy bear's head in one hand and his phone in the other, like a dutiful employee following his boss's orders, he asked in a low voice, "Mr. Max?"

Max absolutely couldn't let anyone call the police; he had calmed down by now.

Normal car accidents are nothing serious; even if someone's arm is broken, it's not a big deal.

However, driving under the influence of drugs that results in serious injury is a serious crime and could lead to imprisonment.

"This is a small matter, there's no need to take up public resources." Max looked at Harris, his tone gentle, seemingly determined to take full responsibility: "The main responsibility for this car accident lies with me, I'm very sorry. I'll cover your medical expenses, and I'll also provide you with compensation for lost wages, as required by regulations."

He glanced at the bicycle with its handlebars twisted upside down: "There are other losses as well, I will compensate for them."

Harris winced in pain, gritting his teeth as he said, "I'm applying to college and preparing for the SAT. Now that my arm is broken, my chances of getting into my target university have dropped by eighty percent!"

Max's gentle expression slowly faded. He glanced at the young man's attire and dilapidated bicycle, then stood up. "Alright, let's go through the proper channels. You find a lawyer to sue my insurance company, and they'll cover your compensation."

If this poor wretch is of sound mind, he'll know what's profitable.

Martin picked up his phone, pressed the number 9, and said, "Mr. Max, I'll call 911 for you."

"Stop! This is none of your business!" Max wanted nothing more than to kick this idiot away. He squatted down in front of Harris: "Kid, I'm very sincere about making peace with you. I'm extremely sorry for what happened today, but sincerity is mutual. I'll show you my sincerity, and you'll show me yours, right?"

Having discussed Max's bottom line beforehand, Harris held up three fingers: "I'm badly injured, and it will affect my exams. $3000! Only $3000 can compensate for my losses."

Max's gentle expression vanished: "$1000, that's the most I'll give you."

Harris looked at Martin: "Call 911 for me, please."

Two cars drove by, and Max, not wanting to encounter any well-meaning citizens, forced a smile: "I'm a responsible person, $2000, that's the most I can give."

Harris said, "Okay, $2000, you need to pay right away."

Max breathed a sigh of relief, went back to the car, took out his checkbook from his bag, and filled out two $1000 checks.

Harris had handled many checks at Scott's shop, confirmed they were in order, and then put them away.

Max opened the driver's side door, preparing to go home and bake chocolate chip cookies for her two children, and said to Martin, who was blocking the way, "Could you move aside?"

Martin suddenly reached out and closed the car door.

Max belatedly realized what was happening and reached out to pat Martin's teddy bear costume: "I'm busy today, I'll contact you later."

Martin smiled and said, "Mr. Max, I'm actually a helpful citizen. If I didn't call 911 to help the injured person in this situation, I would feel guilty and unable to sleep for days."

Max warned, alert: "Kid, what are you trying to do? I'm warning you, don't mess around!"

Martin didn't want to drag things out for too long, so he said directly, "My new boss is worried that I'm not working hard enough, so he specially got a small camera to keep an eye on me and film me. The lens is pointed right at this intersection."

Max's face was grim, his gaze sharp as an eagle's, sweeping over every part of Martin's body.

Martin was worried he might have a gun: "The boss just passed by and took the camera. If needed, I can call someone back."

(End of this chapter)