Chapter 818 Today is Lord Grim's birthday, congratulations to him being one year older
[This fist looks like shit, and shit should be where it should be]
[Puts his face closer and says, "You damn nigger should go to a plantation and grow cotton."]
[fist bump indifferently]
0:4:5, the Transparent Bridge team is going smoothly.
Two fists, one black and one white, touched together.
Smith gave Rohard a hot dog, twisted around, put the change and chocolate into his pocket, and ate his own chocolate.
The next scene fast-forwards twice. The first time it fast-forwards to the two people hiding in the car holding hot dogs and eating hot dogs, and the second time it fast-forwards to Rohard and Smith dozing off against their respective car windows.
Bang——Bang——
Smith's head banged against the car window, making a hypnotic noise.
Didi——
The sudden sound of the horn woke Smith up. He shook his head blankly and looked towards the theater door, just in time to see the red light on the rear of the extended Lincoln, turning to leave the red carpet.
"They're out!"
The excited Smith woke up Rohard: "Follow me quickly!"
Rohard woke up like a big white bear, silently starting the car and following the Lincoln.
"Don't get so close, man," Smith warned.
No more selection boxes popped up, Rohard silently distanced himself and followed the extended Lincoln around to the back door of the theater.
"Don't worry...not now, either his bodyguard or mine are still there..." Smith muttered in a low voice, staring at the fake self as he stepped into the extended Lincoln and walked away.
Feeling that the journey was dull, Smith turned on the car radio and skillfully tuned into the West Coast station.
The old white car in rap music follows the Stretch Lincoln far in the traffic, from the West Coast Ferris Wheel to the Chinese Theater, from Chinatown to the Avenue of Stars, and finally the Stretch Lincoln drives in front of a bar.
Rohard stopped on the side of the road and looked at Smith, as if asking: Bar?
"As a guy with a bright appearance, you should indulge a little bit." On this point, the real and fake Smiths agreed. He encouraged Rohard: "I will be recognized when I go in, so it's time for you to appear, you.
Soviet cold-blooded killer."
"..."
Rohard was silent, and only the selection box popped up to show that he was not silent in his heart.
[This car is a manual transmission]
[Shouting Ula, stepping on the accelerator and crashing into the bar]
[agree normally]
4:0:5, the abominable transparent bridge shattered Mu Su’s dream.
Rohard turned off the engine and got out of the car, and Smith approached the bar while refueling like a black man.
The two burly men in front of the door glanced at Rohard sideways, quickly determined his identity, and allowed him to enter the bar.
The noisy heat wave surged over Rohard the moment he walked in. Rohard stepped onto the dance floor and looked around for traces of the fake Smith.
His expressionless face was incompatible with the lively dance floor.
Fortunately, it was not difficult to find Smith. There were a large group of young men and women surrounding him, and the ones closest to him were a dozen beautiful girls with black and white skin tones - if Smith saw this scene, he would probably be jealous.
After discovering his target, Rohard stepped forward and pushed through the dancing crowd to approach, his steps unwavering.
When he was about to approach the center of the dance floor, a figure suddenly blocked Rohad's path: it was a woman with long blond wavy hair.
"Hey Terminator." She breathed out the smell of alcohol as she spoke, and pressed herself against Rohad's body drunkenly: "Want to dance with me? Oh, you are so strong~"
She obviously drank too much and regarded fat and muscle as the same thing.
Rohard lowered his head and his eyes fell on the heavily made-up, drunken face that looked beautiful under the flickering lights.
【Would you like to use another hole?】
[Na na, is it true? Really? Even if I like cartoons, am I qualified to be a cash depositer? Na, tell me]
[Disappointingly rejecting her]
0:4:5, Susu sheds tears.
The selection box dimmed, and Rohard stepped back from the woman's soft and hot body, turned his head stiffly, walked around the woman like a robot, and continued towards the fake Smith.
The fake Smith in the middle of the dance floor knew nothing about Rohard who was walking towards him. He was enjoying the crowd of women around him.
Amidst the deafening and noisy music on the dance floor, an inaudible cell phone ringtone suddenly rang. With a smile, Smith looked down at the screen, suppressed his smile, walked away from the women, and walked into the relatively quiet bathroom.
Rohard changed his direction, squeezed out of the dance floor, which was full of people, and headed towards the bathroom where the fake Smith got into.
But in the corridor, Rohard was stopped by a bodyguard: "I'm sorry, sir, you can't go in for the time being."
…
Fake Smith turned on the bathroom faucet to cover up the drumbeat coming from outside, and then answered the phone.
"Hey, I'm Smith...it's you, my dear, I'm still recording, do you hear me? Yes, I'll be back soon. If you're sleepy, you can sleep first so that you can wait until I come back. I love you too."
Di——
After hanging up the phone, Smith stared at himself in the mirror for a while, put his hands together to take water, washed his face, turned off the faucet and walked out of the bathroom.
"Listen, you can't go in." The fake Smith happened to see the bodyguard warning a fat white man. He walked over casually and said, "Go prepare the car and I'll leave through the back door." Then he turned and left.
"Okay, buddy, you can go inside and enjoy it." The bodyguard moved out of the way.
Rohard looked at Smith who was walking away, silently turned around and left, walking out of the noisy and lively bar.
"How about the killer? Did you succeed?" Smith couldn't wait to ask Rohard who got into the car.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a lengthened Lincoln driving past.
"Well, it doesn't seem like it, follow me quickly!" Smith urged.
Rohard started the car and followed the Lincoln.
…
Luxury condominium under the Hollywood Hills.
The extended Lincoln slowly rolled into the underground garage of the Sierra Towers apartment complex.
A white car is parked on the street.
"Damn, this must be the new house that that bastard bought with the money earned from my face!" Smith yelled angrily, staring at Rohard seriously and said: "Listen to the killer, it seems that he will not return to the villa today. This
It’s good news, we have a chance to take action, but we need to know which floor he lives on and which room he lives on... What are you looking at?"
In the middle of speaking, Smith followed his gaze and saw Slack sitting on the opposite side of the road, holding his chin in a daze.
"What the fuck... why is Slack here?!"
Feeling surprised, Smith got out of the car and walked over, followed by the silent Rohard.
"Hey man, how did you get out - I mean, why are you in here."
"I'm waiting for you. You guys came too late. Is it because of the guy who looks like sheep dung that he came back?"
Slack stood up holding on to the street lamp.
Smith even forgot to correct Slack, asking confused: "Of course, we were following him, so how did you know - oh shit you put a tracker on my car!"
"Idiot, you just stole that car in the afternoon." Slack despised the yelling Smith. "It's just that the guy who looks like rhino dung comes to the Sierra Towers apartment before 22:30 every night recently."
After saying that, Slack looked at the two of them doubtfully.