"I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me," said another sentinel. "It looks like a child is driving the car out."
"A child can drive?"
"I don't know!"
While the two sentinels were puzzled, the phone in the checkpoint reception room rang.
The sentinel who answered the phone heard the urgent voice of Political Commissar Wang Zong: "Did any of you see my car just pass by?"
"Yes! Commissar, it looked like a child was driving your car? We thought we must have been mistaken."
Actually, they weren't mistaken. It's just that this kind of situation had never happened before. No one dared to imagine a child of only a few years could drive a car.
"You didn't see it wrong! That's Colonel Qin's son driving the car! Where is it? Stop it! Stop it!" Wang Zhong shouted anxiously.
The car had Colonel Qin's son in it, and if anything happened, no one could bear that responsibility.
