World War I

Chapter 155 Profile
The pickup truck moved forward cautiously and with difficulty. The rain was so heavy that the poor-quality road, which was built for hauling coal and wood, immediately showed its harshness against low-lying vehicles in the rain.

When it is not raining, low-bottomed vehicles can barely pass. However, once it rains, the ruts made by the tires of heavy vehicles are low on both sides and high in the middle, and the rain soaks the low-lying areas, making it difficult to see the depth of the road surface.

In addition, the mud on this road is of sticky nature. Truck drivers who often travel on this road know that pickup trucks will get stuck in the mud after a short journey.

In fact, the chassis of pickup trucks is not low compared to ordinary cars, but this road is a dedicated lane for heavy trucks, and pickup trucks are not suitable for such bad road conditions.

As expected, the pickup truck hadn't driven a mile when its wheels slipped, the chassis got stuck, and the vehicle couldn't move.

Sonia slapped the steering wheel in frustration. In the pouring rain, she saw from the rearview mirror that the truck driver was walking towards them with something on his shoulder.

She immediately became nervous, but when the truck driver came closer, Sonya realized that he was carrying a hoe on his shoulder.

She didn't know where the hoe came from. The truck driver motioned to Sonya to calm down and pointed to the bottom of the car, indicating that he was digging the soil.

A feeling of gratitude suddenly welled up in Sonya's heart.

The driver outside the car was digging the soil vigorously. After a few minutes, he signaled Sonya to step on the accelerator.

The pickup truck rushed out of the lowland with the roar of its engine. She opened the window a little and the male driver said, "Try to drive slowly. Don't go too fast. I'll follow you. We'll just have to finish this section."

"You get in the car."

"Thank you."

Sonia put the gun to the side of her body. After the male driver got in the car, he directed Sonia on how to drive and where to slow down and speed up.

The car drove forward like a drunk, and after two kilometers, the tires slipped again.

"I'll push the cart, you hold the steering wheel. I'm quite strong. I've participated in national strength competitions."

The pickup truck struggled forward as the rainstorm grew increasingly heavy.

Fortunately, the pickup truck did not go too far into the dirt road. When the pickup truck got on the asphalt road, Sonya finally felt relieved.

It already feels like winter in Siberia in September. It seems that there is no autumn here, and the car has directly skipped autumn and entered winter. The male driver in the passenger seat was soaked and steam was coming out of his body. Sonya quickly turned on the heater.

"Where do you want to go, Mr. Hiddleston?"

"Take me to 15 Arbat Street, thank you, officer."

"I should be the one to thank you. You're very strong, so you won't catch a cold, will you?"

"No, of course not, look how strong I am!"

The atmosphere in the car was a bit stuffy. Tom Hiddleston tried his best to be humorous, but the cold policewoman didn't say much. Apart from saying thank you, she wouldn't speak unless you asked her.

"You don't get many opportunities to spend time with the opposite sex, do you?"

"Yes, the opposite sex I'm with, in the same car with, are usually my criminals, petty thieves, robbers, and the like."

"I'm a legal citizen, officer."

"I didn't say you weren't a legal citizen. How many years have you worked at the Victory Lumber Mill?"

"It's been almost seven years, and I've been selected as the company's outstanding driver every year. It's really my honor to know you. If I violate the traffic rules, you can help me speak up, right?"

"I hope you don't break the law."

The two chatted slowly, and Sonya talked a little more than before.

"Are you from Kursk?"

"No, my hometown is Leningrad. I came here with my father when I was a child. My father is a lumberjack."

"Do you like this town?"

"I like it. Are you a local? I don't think you are a local."

"What a coincidence! My hometown is also in Leningrad." "Oh, really? That's a coincidence!"

Unconsciously, Sonya's vigilance gradually disappeared, but when the vehicle arrived at 15 Arbat Street, Sonya's initial guess was completely shattered by the driver's behavior.

Did I get the wrong person?

"Goodbye, Officer Sonya. It's nice to meet you. I hope to see you again next time. I'm here. I'm renting a room in this building."

"Okay, goodbye, Mr. Hiddleston, you are a kind-hearted person."

"Can I have your phone number? Sorry, that's a bit presumptuous. I don't mean anything else. I just want you to protect me and reduce the fine if I violate the traffic rules in the future."

Sonya gave him her phone number.

Tom Hiddleston read the number out loud twice.

"I've got that. Goodbye, beautiful Officer Sonya. If you weren't a police officer, you'd be more than enough to be a big star with your talent."

"You've said too much. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, officer."

The window of the pickup truck rolled up, and Sonia saw Tom Hiddleston standing on the side of the road, watching her leave and waving continuously.

"What's wrong with me?"

Sonia touched her face and cursed herself, "Bitch!" It was the first time a man asked her for her phone number, and she actually gave it to him. The man might be a habitual kidnapper, or the super soldier that Luo Ye mentioned.

But this man's behavior along the way wavered Sonya's judgment.

Sonia's seventh sense is very good. He thinks that Tom Hiddleston looks like the super soldier, so the probability is very high.

She was distracted and the rain had subsided. Why did this man's back look so familiar? She finally remembered that this man had been to the police station before because of a traffic accident.

At Sabir Beverage Company, Sonya parked her car at the door and explained the situation to the boss. The boss didn't say much, so the police officer requisitioned the vehicle.

The owner of the beverage company even personally asked Sonya to pick up the police car.

Inside the police car, Sonya's thoughts gradually calmed down. She recalled every detail and every word the male driver said after he got into her car.

When the police car returned to the police station, the rain stopped.

"Sonia, what are you doing? It takes so long to call the police. Did you have a fight with that couple?"

Sonya recounted what happened on the road. "Do you suspect that the truck driver is the super soldier?"

"Luo Ye, it seems he came to the police station last time. Did you take a picture? I'm talking about his photo."

"What a coincidence! They took the photo. The two women involved were afraid he'd run away, so they took the photo themselves and left it at the police station. I'll look for it."

Luo Ye searched through the filing cabinet.

"The recent traffic accident, wait—"

Luo Ye searched for a while, "Is it him?"

Sonia took the photo and said, "Yes, it's him. It's him. Do you think he looks like a bad guy?"

"His eyes don't look like a vicious guy, nor does his temperament look like a villain, but his figure is intimidating, comparable to Turgenev."

"Did I make a mistake?"

"You said last time that Turgenev's back also resembled the man who attacked the police station that night."

"No, I saw the man's profile that night. Even though he was covering his face, the profile of this man called Tom Hiddleston looked exactly like that night walker."

(End of this chapter)