Chapter 32

Under the dark night, a New Yorker's favorite but common sight-seeing scene is being staged.

The night is the carnival time of the drag racing party and the raging clan.

On the streets of New York, the engines of the two modified cars roared through the sky, the installed big horn made deafening passionate music, the driver in the car screamed wildly and fanatically, and sometimes turned his head with the music Out of the car, the traffic police behind him shouted a harsh sarcasm.

"Call the headquarters, call the headquarters, there is a group of drag racing party is moving towards the urban area, please set up an interception network, I now ..."

A young traffic policeman chased the two drag racing parties with a perseverance in a police motorcycle, and kept using the intercom on his chest to report the route.

But as soon as half of the words in his mouth were spoken, the little traffic policeman was stunned, and the motorcycle under him stopped in a hurry.

"Hey, 73104, what are you doing? Why didn't you say anything?" There was an inquiry from the intercom.

"I seem to be hallucinating, just now I saw a yellow light fly over ..."

The little traffic policeman looked awkward and rubbed his eyes hard.

...

"Hahahaha, I want to catch up with my baby on a broken motorcycle. I deserve the exhaust!"

In one of the two modified cars, Tom Chris laughed arrogantly, while turning up the sound of the car audio a few degrees again, he picked up the intercom and laughed loudly: "Hey, Reed, you guys are going No, I think you still have to pay me the thousand dollars! "

"Fart, I will lose to you? I can go over the next corner, you can wait to pay, or wash your butt and go to my house and wait!"

The other end of the intercom came with Reed's disapproving roar.

"嗤 ~"

Tom Chris sneered directly, this kind of amateur is not a kid, he is too arrogant, he is just a professional racing driver who just retired, this kind of mercy makes no problem with one hand, if not watching.

"It seems to give the kid real skills."

Tom Chris sneered and stomped on the throttle with all his strength. The whole body, like a retired wild horse, uttered a more harsh roar and then flung the car behind him hundreds of meters.

"Tom!"

Reid came from the intercom with a shocked exclamation, which made Tom Chris even more proud.

"Why, now I want to admit defeat? It's no problem to admit defeat, but a good bet can't be less than one point!"

"No, I just saw a yellow light fly by, so fast! It may be a car!"

"Oh, it's going to shine in this road condition? I'm afraid you haven't ..."

Tom Chris instinctively laughed at the other party's ignorance, but soon he was stunned.

Light! There is really light!

With the dynamic vision developed by his long-term racing, he can see better than Reed.

It was a car, a yellow sports car.

The so-called light is simply the afterimage that lasted for a long time after the car passed by.

Just a quick glance at bumblebee, he feels that he has fallen into the unparalleled charm of the big guy.

Unprecedented streamlined cool body, blood-burning engine roar, and unmatched speed, it simply reflects the charm of sports car to the extreme.

"My car is not that good!"

His car also started to accelerate.

Be sure to ask where the car was bought, or who modified it!

Secretly cruel in his heart, Tom Chris took out his most pinnacle state, driving the car that he once regarded as a treasure but now like a chicken, and quickly caught up.

However, reality is desperate.

In the past, other people sucked exhaust gas behind the back of his car, but now he was thrown far behind, not to mention exhaust gas, the shadow of the car has disappeared into the line of sight, and the exhaust gas has not been sucked.

...

On the other side, Li Si naturally did not know that he had inadvertently hit the self-confidence of the two drag racing parties. He drove around the whole of New York in a big circle. He had already parked the car at the door of the O'Hill Building.

"Vomit ..."

As soon as the car stopped, Max hurriedly pushed the door and ran out of the car, holding the lamppost on the side and vomited relentlessly.

"Li ... I will never take your car again!"

Vomited for most of the day,

Max looked pale and looked at Lisi in the driving position of the Bumblebee as if he were a wild beast.

"..."

"No, the speed will be faster, as for ..."

Li Si looked at him speechlessly, hem refreshingly pushed the door and got out of the car, leading Max into the O'Hill Building.

After a while, Max slowly looked around in doubt: "Lee, what are we doing here?"

"It's nothing, just come and stroll around."

Li Si smiled and pushed open the door of the underground garage. Although it was already evening, there were still many players in it, and there were a lot of cries.

Hearing what the players are selling, Max opened his eyes and opened his eyes wide: "Here ... is it the legendary black market?"

"... You should be right!"

Lisi didn't know how to explain the player's existence, he opened his mouth, and finally there was no specific explanation.

And the players inside had noticed Li Si.

"It is a profiteer! The profiteer is here again!"

"This time I promise not to buy his box, boycott profiteers, boycott krypton to open the box!"

"Yes, I wouldn't buy it. I would rather save enough money to buy equipment directly without opening his box."

Just seeing this familiar figure, countless players recalled the fear that their pockets were dominated by profiteers, and all cried angrily.

"Cut, and resist opening the box. You want to open it, I don't sell it yet, a group of poor ghosts with pockets cleaner than their faces!"

Li Si dismissed his lips contemptuously, and directly ignored the players who protested against the boycott.

"Li, do you sell fakes here, why do they all call you profiteers?"

Asked Li who looked left and right as if Li entered the Grand View Garden.

"...No!"

Lisi's face twitched unnaturally, and then decisively pointed to the items in the players' booths to distract Max's attention.