A man wearing black clothes and black pants and a masked black mask wandered on the streets of the dark night of "Falling Mountain Bird".

"Bang--!"

"Ding-! Destroy the vehicle by 1, and the experience value is increased by 50."

Yes, why bother in black? In the past few days, California state police have also secretly stepped up their efforts to search for the traces of car-destroying madmen in the city. Unfortunately, they couldn't even think about why they had moved to a star-rated hotel.

"Bang--!"

"Ding-! Destroy the vehicle and add 1, and the experience value is increased by 40."

He frowned. He had discovered several times that as the number of damage to the vehicle increased, the experience value obtained was decreasing. He had just increased only 30 points of experience value at one time. He quickly realized that it was not a long-term solution to continue to increase the experience value by destroying the window glass.

A police patrol car passed by, why retreat into the shadow of the building?

"Ah! Dog shit, the car-destroying man is out again, and several more cars have been destroyed here. Hurry up, call for support, he may still be nearby."

The patrol car stopped and a patrol policeman got out of the car and soon found that many more cars were knocked on the side of the road had their windows broken. He immediately raised his flashlight to shine around.

Unfortunately, he has strong anti-reconnaissance ability. He has already moved into an alley. Even if the patrol police can find him, they can only get out of the car and chase him with their feet in the alley. Why bother to catch up with him? That's similar to a fantasy.

Why bother to be casual, but these state police officers in California are too bad and still couldn't find out why? Why should you retreat calmly? Why should you even knock down the glass of several police cars parked on the roadside when you are leaving?

"Ding-! Destroy the vehicle and add 1, increase the experience value by 30."

The experience value is getting less and less.

Why bother to return to the hotel in the end?

Only more than two thousand experience points were added tonight.

...

"A good news, a bad news, which one do you want to listen to first?" Brian took off his sunglasses and said.

Bill glared at Brian and hummed dissatisfiedly: "Bad news."

"I didn't find any information about the Car Destroyer. This guy is so mysterious. Now the entire underground racing people are looking for the Car Destroyer because the victimized underground car owner offered a reward of $200,000 to capture him." Brian reported.

"Two hundred thousand dollars?" Bill sighed, "Are the underground car owners so rich, so crazy?"

"Not crazy at all!" Brian whispered: "I received the news that the victim's car owner was a drug dealer. He was stolen from a million dollars, and the reward of 200,000 dollars is only one-fifth. Many people who searched for car-destroying madmen also wanted to monopolize all the 1 million dollars, not just the reward of 200,000 dollars."

"Well—!" Bill nodded: "What about the good news?"

"The good news is that I have initially joined Boss Tang's team. Your previous judgment is correct. Boss Tang's team is indeed one of the most powerful teams in the entire "Low Mountain Ji" underground racing." Brian said a little excited.

Bill gave Brian a cold look. This undercover operation cost a lot of money. If Brian still can't invade the enemy, Bill wants to replace him.

"By the way, help me find someone. I don't know his real name, I only know that his fake identity is Jack, Jack Smith." Brian said to Boole: "He is an Oriental."

Bill asked, "This person is related to the case?"

Brian honestly replied: "No, but this person's car skills beat Boss Don, I am very interested in him..."

Before Brian finished speaking, he was interrupted and scolded by Bill: "It has nothing to do with the case. What are you involved in? The superiors attach great importance to this case now. Hurry up and make some achievements to let me explain to the superiors."

"Yes!" Brian replied unhappily.

Bill didn't know that he had just missed a case of a million-dollar stolen money.

Brian's cell phone ringing suddenly rang.

"Shh, it's Boss Don's phone call!" Brian whispered.

Bill nodded in a clear way.

"Hey! Boss Don, is there anything wrong?" Brian answered the phone.

"Brian, didn't you say you have a good car? There will be a competition tonight, drive it out." Boss Tang said on the other end of the phone.

Brian looked at Bill.

Bill nodded.

Brian said, "Okay, no problem! Time and place?"

Boss Tang: "You drive the car over to meet in the garage first, and I will tell you the time and place."

Bill frowned, but nodded at Brian.

"Okay! I'll be here in the afternoon." Brian hung up the phone after saying that.

"I will let someone prepare the car for you. Your mission is to win tonight's underground street car race and become an indispensable part of Boss Don's team. They must let them take action and call you." Bill, the nigger detective, had some courage.

“I will inform the transportation department tonight to relax the patrol.”

"I understand!" Brian was very confident in his driving skills.

Three hours later, Brian drove his car to Don's garage.

Boss Don was stunned when he saw Brian: "So early?"

"I was so excited to hear that there was a game. It's okay anyway. See what you need to prepare early." Brian said with a pretended nervousness and scratched his head.

Letty laughed: "No need to prepare anything now. You just need to decisively step the accelerator to the end when it's time to give it gas."

Jesse and Lyon both smiled and nodded when they saw Brian.

"Since you're here, please help me. Hold the engine on the left, Lyon, hold on to the back, Jesse, and let it go slowly." Boss Don nodded to Brian.

In fact, Boss Don doesn't believe in Brian, but he lost the best car in the team and now he urgently needs help.

"Okay, the engine is installed, and now we start installing the AIC controller. Boss, should we set the limit limit?" Jesse asked, rubbing the oil on his face.

"You open the data of the whole vehicle and show me." Boss Tang also wiped his sweat for a while and looked at Jesse's laptop.

"Is the liquid nitrogen full?" Boss Tang asked Lyon.

"It's full, twenty kilograms." Lyon looked down at the pressure valve gauge of liquid nitrogen and said, "The pressure value is normal."

Boss Tang read the simulated vehicle performance data after reading the Jesse laptop.

"Don't we have an air compressor?" asked Boss Tang.

When Jesse heard Boss Don's words, he understood his intention and said with some concern: "Boss, we have installed a high-power turbocharger. If we repeatedly connect to the air compressor, I'm afraid the engine will be too stressed."

Boss Tang sighed: "Plus!"

What this bald man misses the most is the car he lost.

I wonder if that guy would take care of his car like himself, whether he washes his car every day, and whether he will maintain and change the oil on time, Boss Tang suddenly remembered that he seemed to not change the oil. Ah, his heart was about to hurt again.

At this time, Boss Tang's car was thrown in the underground parking garage of the hotel, and why did he sleep in the luxurious suite of the hotel. A backpack was scattered at the head of the bed, and there was a million dollars in stolen money.

Why do you have to wake up and it gets dark again? This guy has been sleeping all day. Since he was bound by the mobile phone system, why do you find that he is particularly tired?

Why call and order meals as usual?

Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Why bother going over and opening the door?

A pair of long legs wrapped in black stockings first caught Hebi's eyes, and hebi's slowly raised his head, a hot-wave black short leather skirt, a fair waist, and then a short shirt with less fabric as if it was wrapped in a chest.

The woman really has to dress up, and it is the beautiful waiter from yesterday. She has changed into sexy clothes, so why almost didn't recognize her?

"Sorry, because I'm about to get off work, I changed my clothes. This is your dinner." The beautiful waiter saw Hebi's weird eyes and quickly apologized. In fact, she didn't need to send this meal to her. She had already handed over the shift and changed her work clothes, but she couldn't bear to give him the tip of the Hebi, so she rushed to deliver the dinner to Hebi.

Why look up and look at the wall clock. It was almost nine o'clock in the evening and asked casually: "It's okay, is there any program tonight? Just put dinner on the table."

"Okay!" The beautiful waitress quickly pushed the dining car over.

"There is an underground car race tonight. I found a part-time job to help the other party, so I changed the clothes specified by the organizer." The beautiful waiter replied in a low voice.

Why bother to draw two more tips of one hundred dollars denomination? He paused when he heard the beautiful waiter's words.

"Underground racing? Where is it?" He Bi asked with a flash of eyes.

When the beautiful waiter saw that the VIP seemed interested in the underground race, he quickly said, "In the old neighborhood of Xicheng, the organizers are very capable and they are very lively every time."

This beautiful waitress is obviously not the first time she has a part-time job.

"Can anyone participate in the competition?" Why sit down and ask.

"Well! As long as you have money and a good car, you can participate in the competition!" said the beautiful waiter quickly.

Why bother to have money, and also to have a car, and it is not bad.

“When is the beginning?”

"At one in the morning!"

Why bother to be stunned: "So late?"

"Yes, underground racing is not... illegal. They have to wait until the patrol police finish their work before they can start." The beautiful waiter explained in a low voice.

Why understand the place and nodded.

"You're going to go if you don't have any legality?" Hebi asked suddenly with a smile.

The beautiful waiter looked at Why bother nervously and stammered: "They gave a lot of money, and they only had 300 US dollars in appearance fees for one game. Moreover, I don't race, so it's not illegal. Even if the police caught it, they would just write a letter of review and fine it a little."

Why understand the twists and turns inside immediately? The police station also needs to generate income!

"I want to watch this underground race tonight and be my guide." Why bother saying that, pulling out another thousand dollars to the table: "Is there any problem?"

Why are you usually a little more generous to your beautiful compatriots?

"No...no problem!" This time the beautiful waiter replied excitedly. In fact, everyone left home and went abroad to make a fortune. Life was not as glamorous as they said to their family members, and their income was not that much. One thousand and two hundred dollars was really a considerable income.

"Okay!" Hebi nodded with satisfaction: "Do you want to have something together?"

"No...no!" The beautiful waiter shook his head tactfully. She knew that the other party was just talking casually. After putting down all the dishes, she pushed the dining table away: "I'm in the front hall. After you finish your meal, you can call me at any time."

Why nod?
Chapter completed!