Visual inspection of the speed at that time was extremely close to 180 kilometers. This was in a small town, and it was simply crazy.
Chen Yang pushed open the door and walked towards the Jaguar parked aside.
In the Jaguar, a black man in his twenties with a pale face and bags under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept in several days, walked out.
There were two men and one woman who got off the car.
The typical street attire of a black man who looks like he is overindulging in lust. The two people behind him look like followers, one is tall and the other is strong.
The woman has a typical black aesthetic, and her butt is so big that it could suffocate someone to death if she sat down on it.
Before Chen Yang could ask the question, the finger of the overindulged black man poked his nose.
"Chingchong, was it you who drove the car?
Frankie, can you stop squinting and drive?!"
When the overindulged black man spoke, he did not forget to squint his eyes.
Immediately, Chen Yang gave up any thought of talking to the other party.
Chingchong is a typical racial discrimination term, and the target is the Chinese.
When the Chinese first arrived in the United States, most of them still had braids and would mention words like "Qing" in their conversations.
The old Americans didn't understand, so they called her "chingchong", a green insect, with the utmost contempt and humiliation.
So does squinting your eyes.
Not long ago, an NBA star, who was also the son of a star, made a squinting gesture on a social networking site, and was boycotted for insulting the Chinese.
Chen Yang remained silent. Facing the overindulgent black man who was still chattering, he reached out and grabbed his wrist and twisted it.
"Ouch~
Fake squid~"
The black man who was overindulging in lust just made a sound, and Chen Yang grabbed his wrist and pushed him to the ground to eat ashes.
He was a strong man and a tall man. He didn't take it seriously at all. He walked over casually, cursed when he saw it, and rushed towards him.
"Chen Yang, be careful!"
Logan screamed when he saw this.
Chen Yang actually turned around and gave a smile to show that it was okay.
At the same time as he turned around, he kicked out and accurately hit the tall follower in the middle of his legs.
"Awwww~~"
The tall follower held his vitals with both hands and jumped up and down, his face twisted in pain.
The stronger one took the opportunity to pounce and threw a heavy punch, but Chen Yang dodged it and stepped on the toes of the stronger follower in his busy schedule.
While he was screaming in pain and staggering, Chen Yang turned around and hit the strong follower on the nose with his elbow.
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound, and the strong follower fell down, blood spurting from his nose.
During the whole process, Chen Yang shifted from place to place, always holding the wrist of the overindulged black man, holding him firmly down.
As he turned around several times, raised his feet, waved his elbows and other actions, the black man's arm was almost twisted into a twist due to excessive indulgence. His free hand kept hitting the ground, and he screamed in pain until he lost his voice.
Chen Yang didn't even look at him. He raised his head and glared at the black woman who also rushed towards him with her fists raised, with a warning look.
"Are you coming too?
I never said I wouldn’t hit women!”
The black woman was eager to give it a try, but looked at the miserable state of the three men and didn't dare to do it.
Chen Yang no longer cared about her. After knocking down three black men one after another, he couldn't help but sigh at their ruggedness.
Definitely resist beating.
Especially, the tall one.
Only a few minutes after he lifted his vaginal legs, the tall black man climbed up tremblingly and pulled out a gun.
Facing Chen Yang.
"Fake Squid, Fake Squid, you dare to kick me there, I will beat you to death."
The tall follower opened the safety of the gun, pointed the gun at Chen Yang and walked over quickly.
The one who received an elbow from Chen Yang and had a nosebleed spurted out, rolled to the side, got up with difficulty, took out a gun from his arms, and pointed it at Chen Yang.
The overindulged black man on the ground endured the pain and said with a grin: "I said chink, let me go now, kneel on the ground again, call me chingchong, and see if I will spare you."
"If I were you, I wouldn't be happy so early."
Chen Yang ignored the two guns pointed at him and smacked his lips at the Ford F150.
The next second, there was a "bang" gunshot, and a shallow pit appeared on the ground right next to the head of the overindulged black man...