Chapter 989: Speed Limit Sixty, You're Doing One Hundred Eighty?

Uncle Xiong remembered clearly,

that evening, the setting sun like blood,

while Uncle Xiong endured Aunt Li's nagging and complaints, complaining that Uncle Xiong shouldn't have spoiled Xiong Tao, spending tens of thousands to buy him these so-called cycling gear,

while carefully checking the protective quality of this gear, confirming the safety factor of this equipment,

then,

Uncle Xiong's phone rang,

the caller was from the city traffic police brigade,

saying on the phone that Xiong Tao had an accident while riding and that the family should come to the scene immediately.

Uncle Xiong's vision went black at that moment, dizzy and disoriented,

but to prevent Aunt Li from panicking,

Uncle Xiong still forced himself to stay calm, then called a car to take himself and Aunt Li to the scene.

In the car,

Aunt Li also sensed something was wrong, asking repeatedly if Uncle Xiong's son had met with an accident,

Uncle Xiong was too nervous to speak, then Aunt Li understood, tightly holding Uncle Xiong's hand, waiting anxiously.

At that time,

the two, as parents, still thought Xiong Tao might have just had a relatively serious accident, but was definitely still alive,

Uncle Xiong had even thought it through: even if Xiong Tao was paralyzed from the waist up, their family's money would be enough to support Xiong Tao for the rest of his life.

But,

when the two arrived at the accident scene and saw the headless body under the white sheet, they were stunned immediately,

after the two sat there dazed for over ten seconds,

Aunt Li let out a wail and then immediately fainted,

the ambulance nearby immediately lifted Aunt Li onto the vehicle for emergency treatment,

but Uncle Xiong rose blankly, then said very stubbornly: "No, no, you got it wrong, this isn't my son, this isn't my son!"

Among the traffic police brigade members was someone familiar with Uncle Xiong,

who walked over, lit a cigarette, then stuffed it into Uncle Xiong's mouth,

then,

this person sighed, saying helplessly: "No way, Brother Xiong, Taotao's speed was too fast..."

"This incident originally had nothing to do with it; if only Taotao had ridden a bit slower, it could have been completely avoided! It was just that Taotao was riding straight, then a forklift came out from the intersection on the left; the forklift's speed was very slow, I saw the surveillance footage!"

"But, Taotao's speed was too fast! There was absolutely no time to react, and then he was hit by the crossbar in front of the forklift... Sigh..."

"The forklift driver has already been controlled by us; I checked the surveillance footage in advance just now; it really was because he was going too fast. They are still looking for Taotao; I flipped through the ID on Taotao's body, confirmed it was Taotao, and then called you..."

After the traffic police brigade member finished speaking, not knowing what else to say, he could only pat Uncle Xiong's shoulder: "Brother Xiong, you have to hold on; you still have to handle Taotao's funeral arrangements; you can't collapse."