Chapter 653 Hit And Run

Those who didn't chase the driver took out their phones and called the police.

Some people wanted to get Jackson out of the car, but when they kicked open the broken door and saw the severely deformed car, they could do nothing.

"Oh my God! His leg is stuck in there. In the current situation, we can only wait for police cars and ambulances. There is nothing we can do."

"Oh, it smells so bloody. I almost vomited out the meal the other night."

"Blood phobia? Then why are you still here? "

"I just want to see if I can help him. Forget it. Since I can't save him, I'll wait for the police over there."

"Hey, do you think this driver looks familiar?"

"Familiar? Well, I don't feel that way. "

"My God, Jackson? How could it be Jackson? "

Hearing a euphemistic voice, everyone turned their heads.

Someone immediately recognized the person and shouted in shock, "Oh my God! Vivian！ Why are you here? "

"Vivian, I'

ng the driver back to the police station.

The front of the car was sliced open. Everyone carefully put Jackson on the stretcher and carried him into the ambulance.

"Is there any family member of the injured here? Or does anyone have the contact information of the injured's family? " A policeman asked loudly.

"He is Jackson, an F1 racing driver. This is Vivian, also an F1 racing driver. She should have a way to contact Jackson's team." Jackson's fans pointed at Wendy.

A shrewd light flashed through the policeman's eyes and he asked, "Is that the relationship between competitors? Vivian, why are you here? "

"I'm here for dinner," said Wendy.

"Oh? Dinner? " The policeman glanced at the small hand clasped with Harold.

Wendy nodded, "Yes, this Michelin five star restaurant is very delicious."

Hearing what Wendy said, the policeman looked over at the restaurant and asked, "Can you help contact Jackson's team?"