"Buzz buzz buzz buzz—"
“Buzz buzz buzz—”
“Buzz—”
It was late at night, at two in the morning, and the sound of high-powered car engines continued to echo through the streets of Brooklyn.
The streets are filled with all kinds of vehicles.
Dodge Charger, Dodge Ram, Nissan IDX, Dodge Viper ACR, Honda S2000, Toyota GT86, Ford hotrod, Plymouth Barracuda, Nissan GT-R... .
These cars are of different types, including American muscle cars, sports cars, and Nissan coupes, but no matter what type of car they are, they have one common feature, that is, these cars have undergone drastic modifications.
From the exhaust pipe to the engine, from the taillights to the car film, these racing cars that pursue extreme speed and are heavily modified may not even have a single unmodified part in the entire car.
"It looks like there are a lot of people here today. I'll go see how much the prize money is this time."
The black man dressed like a hip-hop singer in a black leather jacket with copper studs and a golden lip ring.
He walked through the crowd, bumped fists with a few familiar "good friends", and soon got the information he wanted from these good friends who once shopped with him for zero dollars.
"Honey, the first prize for this competition is $200,000! Cool!"
The black racer reached out and hugged the white girl sitting on the hood of his blue Chevrolet, and the two of them kissed passionately!
The racing girl, who was wearing extremely cool clothes, with her skirt even revealing her butt, responded enthusiastically to the black racer. After a long time, the two separated.
"How strong are the competitors this time?"
"The threats are still those few people, the Deman brothers, Bob, and, yes, there is also a female racer who has been gaining momentum recently.
But it doesn’t matter, I just modified the engine of my car and added a liquid nitrogen acceleration system, so their car can only follow behind me and eat dust.”
The black racing driver hugged his girlfriend and raised his middle finger towards two tall, thin, bald men with tattoos on their faces not far away as a protest. The other men also raised their middle fingers in response.
"How's it going, Giselle? I see many familiar faces among the people here today. Do you have a chance of winning?"
The fat agent, wearing a baseball cap, came to a red sports car.
In front of the door of the sports car, a woman wearing jeans and a white polo shirt was leaning against the door. Her delicate face and a pair of straight and slender legs made many people nearby salivate.
Just now, the woman had rejected at least seven or eight waves of drivers who approached her to chat with her.
"Paul, you are my agent, you should believe in my driving skills!" Gisele patted the red sports car beside her, her eyes curved into crescents under the orange sunglasses, and she looked in a good mood.
"However, what I am most concerned about is how much is the prize money for this competition?"
When Paul heard Giselle mention the prize money, his chubby face was filled with anger: "These stingy vampires, the registration fee is actually 5,000 US dollars.
This isn't a race organized by Xincha, it's just an ordinary underground car race, but the registration fee is so high. Damn it, these guys must have taken kickbacks!
When I see Xincha someday, I will definitely complain to him!"
When Giselle heard what Paul said, her eyes lit up under her sunglasses: "Paul, you know Xin Cha, the biggest organizer of underground racing in New York! Xin Cha, the king of racing!"
"Girl, your information is a little out of date. Xincha is not only the organizer of underground racing in New York,
All the well-known racing competitions in the Federation have the shadow of Xincha behind them. It is said that he even manipulates the FIA GT competition behind the scenes! "
A young white man with a scorpion tattoo on his arm, wearing a black suit with nothing underneath and exposing his abdominal muscles, walked up to the two of them and started talking to them. He looked Gisele up and down without leaving a trace, his eyes focusing on her long, beautiful legs.
"Hey! Bob, stay away from my people!" Fat Paul shouted at the young white man in a bad mood.
"Your people!" The young white man sneered, "Old Paul, this young girl, who is not very experienced in the world, fell for your trick at first sight. Why is she bragging about your relationship with Xincha again!"
As Paul's face turned pale and somewhat embarrassed, the young white man bluntly revealed his true colors to Giselle:
"Don't listen to old Paul's nonsense. He used to be a neighbor of Xincha, two buildings away.
It is doubtful whether Xin Cha would be able to recognize him after seeing him now.
Old Paul has always used the name of Xincha to deceive those young drivers who don't know the truth to work for him! "
"Ma'am, why don't you come with me? My cousin is the organizer of this competition. If you really want to meet Xincha, I can let my cousin introduce him to you!"
Giselle glanced at Old Paul and did not agree to Bob's invitation, but she also did not refuse. Instead, she patted the roof of the sports car behind her:
"Do you want to chase me or sleep with me? If you can beat me in this competition, I will give you this chance!"
"That's what you said!" Bob stared at Giselle's legs with greedy eyes, as if he wanted to swallow her whole into his stomach right then and there.
As if afraid that Gisele would go back on her word, he turned around, raised his fists, and loudly announced the bet to the crowd.
For a moment, cheers, screams, whistles, and sighs were heard all mixed together in this underground racing venue.
"Bob, you son of a bitch, that beauty is mine, just wait for my exhaust!"
"Your body is as thin as a stick. If it doesn't work, let me do it instead!"
"Beauty, can you include me in the bet—"
... ... …
"Gisele, although Bob is a drug addict, his driving skills are very high. Since Toledo left the New York underground racing competition, Bob's driving skills can be ranked in the top ten in the entire New York underground racing world!"
Old Paul looked at Giselle with some worry. He didn't want to see Giselle and Bob make the so-called bet. If she followed a shady and drug-addicted man, this girl's life would be ruined.
Giselle's eyes curved up behind her sunglasses: "Top ten in New York, that's perfect, I hope he sees my taillights!"
Seeing the confident Gisele, Old Paul knew it was useless to persuade her, so he stopped talking and began to explain to her in detail the rules of this underground racing competition and several opponents that she needed to pay attention to.
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
Just as the race was about to begin, the roar of powerful sports cars rang out.
Several extremely luxurious-looking sports cars drove into the arena from the blockade at the back, including a red Ferrari, a white Porsche 911, a black Lamborghini, a blue McLaren P1...
Compared to the assembled racing cars that cost hundreds of thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars in the arena, these sports cars worth millions of dollars, as soon as they appeared, were like a few red-crowned cranes landing in a flock of chickens, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
"You're racing, how about adding two more people?"
The red scissor door of the Ferrari opened, and Gu Ziyun, wearing a sailor suit, got out from the driver's seat with a lollipop in her mouth.
"This is a very dangerous underground car race. It's very dangerous. Kids from rich families, I advise you to stay away from it!"
Bob's cousin, a middle-aged white man with a cockscomb haircut, was happily counting the money in his hands with several of his men.
Every time this kind of underground racing competition is held, the biggest moneymaker is certainly not the drivers' registration fees, but the peripheral betting, and the people who watch these competitions on the sidelines are just a small part of the profit.
This underground car race was broadcast live by drones to some of their customers, who placed bets on their designated software APP.
After a game, the gambling money alone amounts to millions of dollars. Of course, the bulk of it has to be handed over to the higher-ups, but the little bit that slips through the fingers of the big guys is enough for the little guys like them to have enough to eat and drink.
Seeing several rich second-generations wanting to participate in the competition, he walked out of the crowd and began to dissuade them. He didn't want to cause trouble.
If something went wrong with a racing bet worth millions of dollars, he would probably be stuffed into a cement barrel and thrown into New York Harbor by his boss.
The door of the white Porsche 911 opened, and Zheng Daen, dressed as a little gangster, got out of the car and opened the hood of the Porsche directly, and took out a nylon bag containing bedding from it.
Zheng Daon held the bulging bag in one hand and threw it casually, directly at the feet of the middle-aged white man.
"I heard that you need to pay a registration fee to participate in your competition. Here is one million. How about the registration fee for the two of us? Is it enough?"
The middle-aged white man looked at the green US dollars sticking out of the open bag and felt a little excited.
“Our track is full!”
"That's easy, just ask them to give up two of their tracks! How much is the prize money for the champion of your competition? Two hundred thousand dollars. Well, who is willing to give up their track and come here to take the two hundred thousand dollars and leave!"
... ... .… …
Seeing Jung Da-eun and Gu Zi-yoon being so arrogant that they threw money at people,
Tang Song opened the convertible of the Lamborghini, lit a cigar, and watched with a smile as the two little girls used the money to build two runways.
These underground racers obviously couldn't resist the temptation of two hundred thousand dollars.
Meow!
In the arms of the little naughty boy, the culprit big cat turned over, revealing its white belly, allowing the little naughty boy to stroke it.
Sitting in the driver's seat of a McLaren P1 that was also in convertible mode, Skye looked at Little Pampers with some envy, and simply pushed Tang out of the Lamborghini, got in himself, and petted the cat together with Little Pampers.
Faced with the vicious woman, Boss Tang could only give up his seat obediently.
Standing far away, smoking a cigar, he watched the racers drive their cars into the starting point.
Compared to the expensive supercars they drove and the beautiful ladies like Skye, Little Naughty, and Gu Ziyun,
Pretty boys like Boss Tang attracted the attention of most of the racing girls.
"Rich people" like Tang Song are completely different from their daily lives, like two parallel lines that will never touch.
Seeing Tang Song getting off the car alone, many women looked at him with fiery eyes, almost as if glued to him.
Some of the bolder ones even quietly pulled down their clothes and walked towards Tang Song, trying to hook this rich man.
If you really can't catch her, then having a one-night stand with this rich handsome guy is fine.
By then, if I can do something to stop the elves, maybe I can become a wealthy person in the upper class by relying on my son.
There were so many burning gazes that even Boss Tang, a Jindan cultivator, couldn't resist. He didn't notice at all that a pair of equally burning eyes were carefully observing him through the rearview mirror of the racing car.
If it were any other time, Tang Song's spiritual sense would have discovered this kind of peeping at the first moment, but in this situation, there were too many people peeping at him, especially women, and their peeping was enthusiastic and non-hostile.
The bolder ones even flirted with him directly, completely ignoring the boyfriends beside them.
"Tang Song!" Gisele felt her hands trembling a little. She looked at the man smoking a cigar through the rearview mirror. She didn't expect that the target would appear in front of her so easily.
Originally according to Mossad's arrangement, she needed to first contact a guy named Xincha under Tang Song, and then break into the interior of this criminal group step by step.
Unexpectedly, in an inconspicuous underground car race, she actually saw the final BOSS here!
“Calm down, calm down!”
Gisele patted her pretty face and forced herself to calm down. According to Mossad's intelligence files, this Tang Song was most likely a powerful supernatural being.
If he were to discover the flaw, he would surely die miserably.
How can I get close to him
“Buzz buzz buzz!”
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
Just when Gisele was feeling uneasy, several racing cars had already entered the preparation stage.
As a bikini-clad racing girl waved the flag in her hand, several racing cars rushed out of the track at speed like arrows.
On the large screen set up nearby, the organizer thoughtfully used a drone to broadcast the event live.
It can be seen that the starting speeds of several racing cars are not slow, especially the red Ferrari and the white Porsche 911. The horsepower of their own engines far exceeds that of ordinary racing cars, not to mention that they have been modified by masters.
Gu Ziyun and Zheng Daen obviously did not consider anyone other than each other as their opponents. They kept their feet on the accelerator all the way and even maintained full speed when turning.
The two supercars were almost running side by side.
Apply the brakes? Reduce speed? Not possible.
Given the physical fitness of the two, there is no possibility of them being hurt even if the car really had an accident.
As for the other racers, even the taillights of two of their cars could hardly be seen.
Liquid nitrogen acceleration is only used at the end of the game when the gap is not big.
The only thing that could closely follow the two men within a hundred meters was a red sports car.
Giselle could only feel her adrenaline soaring to the limit. After pressing the secret switch in the sports car, the power system that imitated the Chita flying motorboat purchased from the black market made her feel that her car was not running, but flying.
At this speed, a small mistake, even a small stone, could cause her car to crash and she to die, but even at this speed, she still couldn't catch up with the two cars in front.
"Two lunatics!"
In the end, Gisele could even feel the screws of her sports car loosening under the powerful power system.
She had to slow down the car. After she slowed down, she found that her white polo shirt was almost completely soaked with sweat, and a faint purple ** was revealed under the translucent clothes.
... ... ... … …
"Sir, we need to talk!"
Tang Song declined the invitation of a blonde Persian cat to play poker tonight.
While smoking a cigar and admiring his own charm.
A middle-aged white man with a cockscomb haircut walked up to him, his face visibly gloomy.
"You! Talk to me? What to talk about?" Tang Song looked at the guy in front of him with a cross and a devil tattoo on his arm with some amusement, and casually flicked the half-smoked cigar in his hand away.
"Sir, I don't know where you come from, but it's obvious that you have ruined this game!"
The middle-aged white man said in a slightly threatening tone: "Did you offend someone you shouldn't have offended?"
"Hmm? Let me guess? It was you who started the gambling game after this game.
Then the two of them participated in the competition, but you didn't add them to the gambling, and didn't open any handicaps, so... shouldn't this be a good thing, the dealer takes it all! ? "
Tang Song held his chin and looked at the middle-aged white man with a cockscomb haircut in front of him with amusement. With his five senses, even without using his spiritual awareness, he could hear what this guy said to his men in a rage.
At this moment, the face of the middle-aged white man with a cockscomb haircut was almost as ugly as constipation. What the Asian man in front of him said was right. In theory, this situation was a win-win for the banker.
But once those gamblers leaked this matter and the news got to his boss's boss, Xincha, he would be doomed.
In order to make extra money and affect the gang's profits, if this kind of thing is discovered, they will be shot to death. Damn it, he didn't expect that these two rich second-generations who were just playing around had such excellent driving skills.
Glancing at the two super artillery vehicles, one white and one red, on the big screen, the middle-aged white man with a cockscomb regretted it so much that his intestines turned green. If he had known earlier that he would have added these two people to the gambling odds, nothing would have happened now.
"Listen, kid, if you don't want to die, you'd better come up with another four million and settle this matter!"
The best solution the middle-aged man with cockscomb haircut could think of was to collect some money and give it to the boss to settle the matter.
As an ordinary small boss, he obviously couldn't come up with such a large sum of money, but the Asian man driving a supercar in front of him was obviously a fat sheep.
"Four million! Is that enough?" Tang Song stretched out his hand with a smile. A man in black walked out of the darkness silently and respectfully handed Tang Song a checkbook.
Tang Song signed a check, tore it off, and handed it to the middle-aged man with cockscomb hair: "Here is five million. Since we broke the rules, I admit it. Take it and return the gambling money to those gamblers. By the way, tell Xin Cha to give some compensation to those gamblers!"
The middle-aged man with the cockscomb haircut looked at the bodyguard with cold eyes who suddenly appeared beside Tang Song, and listened to Tang Song's gentle words that were like a bolt from the blue. He had a bad premonition in his heart.
He took the check handed to him by Tang Song tremblingly, and the moment he saw the signature, he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Oh no, I’m going to be fed to the devil!
He seemed to be stunned, and a stream of warm water flowed down his pants.
... ... .… …
"Who's winning?"
In two almost scrapped supercars, one red and one white, the two girls glared at each other in dissatisfaction, and then turned their gazes to the referee.
"Well, from the race video, the two of them crossed the finish line at the same time!"
The referee looked at the boss who had been slumped on the ground like an idiot. Facing the questioning of the two rich second-generations, he could only speak haltingly.
"No, let's race again!" Zheng Daen was obviously not convinced. She couldn't beat Gu Ziyun in terms of skills, so how could she not beat her in racing? She would not accept a draw.
“Just compete, but don’t come crying to me later!” Gu Ziyun’s chubby little face with a sarcastic smile made Zheng Daen so angry that she went berserk.
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
"Buzz buzz buzz buzz—"
Just as the two little girls were preparing for another race, several sports cars drove up quickly, leading the way was a yellow customized Bumblebee.
The door of the Bumblebee opened, and a black man wearing a T-shirt and short-sleeved shirt, limited edition sneakers, and a gold chain around his neck trotted into the stadium and came to Tang Song.
"boss!"
Xin Cha lowered his head, not daring to look at Tang Song's face at all. The sweat on his head was pouring down like raindrops.
"boss!"
"Big Boss!"
... ..
A group of big men led by Xin Cha saluted respectfully towards Tang Song, not daring to move. Many underground racers recognized several of them.
Many of them are organizers of underground car races in New York, gang leaders,
The leader was Xincha, and some people who recognized Xincha whispered to the people around them.
Simcha, this Asian is...
Some smart people quickly thought of the name that seemed like a devil in the underground world, and then the scene of the underground car race suddenly became quiet, as if you could hear a pin drop.
"Okay, we've had enough fun, let's go home!"
Tang Song patted Xin Cha on the shoulder, greeted Gu Ziyun and Zheng Daen who were arguing with him, and walked towards the McLaren.
From the dark shadows, seven or eight burly men in black suits and with icy faces walked out and followed Tang Song silently.
Soon, someone delivered two brand new super sports cars, which were exactly the same as the two that Gu Ziyun and Zheng Daen destroyed during the competition.
The two little girls each drove a car and stepped on the accelerator at lightning speed, treating the road back to the manor as a racetrack.
… …
"Boss! How are they going to handle this?"
After watching the big boss's car go away, Xincha dared to raise his head and wipe the sweat from his forehead. At this time, two of his men brought over several organizers of this underground car race.
"Since this is the boss' order, inform those gamblers that this racing bet is void and everyone's money must be doubled. As for him, spare his life and deal with him according to the gang's rules!"
Xincha couldn't figure out what the big boss was thinking, so he didn't let these guys disappear in the New York Harbor for the time being.
... ...
“Where are the people?!”
When Gisele drove her sports car back to the starting point, which was also the end point, she was dumbfounded when she saw the empty, dark street intersection.
Where are the people who were bustling around just now!
… … …
"Um?"
In the convertible McLaren, Tang Song stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and was chasing the racing car driven by two little girls.
Suddenly Tang Song felt the vibration of something in the Five Yin Bag.
He held the steering wheel with one hand and took out a transparent gem from the Five Yin Bag. Inside the gem, there was a faint blue energy vortex flashing.