Lin Weiwei stood beautifully in the prison cell, and through the faint aisle lights outside, she saw her thin and bright face, as delicate as a porcelain doll under the ambiguous light and shadow.

The custodian of the prison cell surrounded her in the center with two fat women, and it was half past nine in the evening, and most of the suspects had not yet slept, and at the moment they were secretly looking over here, waiting for a good show.

"The old lady hates this kind of coquettish woman the most, so she stripped me naked and threw me in the toilet!"

As the boss gave an order, two fat women rushed over, and this kind of drama would be staged every once in a while, and a few of the people in the same prison couldn't help but turn their heads, not wanting to see such a girl being abused.

But at this moment, there was a strange sound outside the prison cell, and then the sound of something falling to the ground, and a moment later, a puff of yellow smoke slowly drifted over.

Lin Weiwei was still standing in the prison cell, and the two fat women inside were drooping their necks at a strange angle, and their bodies had collapsed to the ground limply. The escrow had his head stuck in the commode, and the tiles were cracked all around.

Ten minutes later, Lin Weiwei came to the mountain behind the detention center, and there was a bald head who came out with him, wearing a black tights and carrying a black backpack, looking about thirty years old, looking quite majestic, especially the mustache, thick and beautiful.

"Alas, I'm really curious, everyone calls you Shidaoren, but you don't look like a Taoist priest at all. Lin Weiwei held her chin and looked at the bearded man in front of her with interest, her voice with a hint of sweetness.

"It's not necessarily a Taoist priest who shouts Taoism, I just love stones, so I entered the Tao. Shi Daoren took out a women's denim suit from his backpack and threw it to Lin Weiwei.

Lin Weiwei took the clothes and untied them by herself.

Under the snow-white and exquisitely convex back, Shi Dao turned his head stupidly, and then said: "You missed the opportunity for the 80th anniversary of the state banquet, this time Lao Jingdao has arranged a new task for you." ”

Lin Weiwei changed into a full set of denim clothes, then threw the prison uniform down the mountain in the wind, turned her head to look at Shi Daoren and said, "I know, otherwise you won't come to save me, and I just want to save a little points." Tell me, what kind of task did you take on?"

"Kill Mr. A. Shi Daoren turned his head slightly and said coldly.

Lin Weiwei's figure appeared in Ye Yuan's mind, and then sneered and said: "The organization ranks second on the must-kill list, and the big task with thousands of points, are you sure we can complete it? Shi Daoren said: "Now there is another you, right?" ”

Lin Weiwei smiled: "That's right, now there is another me." But I guess you're about the same, Mr. A is too difficult to deal with. Besides, it is still in the territory of Huaxia, which is almost invulnerable, otherwise those four monsters would have done it a long time ago. ”

Shi Daoren sighed: "Mr. A's provocation against us is escalating and has threatened the normal operation of the organization, so getting rid of him is already on the agenda. Originally, the organization arranged for Mr. A to come, but he was still prevented. ”

Lin Weiwei asked curiously, "Who stopped you?"

Shi Daoren looked up at the sky, as if with a hint of emotion, and said: "The two immortals of yin and yang have already been contacted, so they have this plan." ”

Hearing the two immortals of yin and yang, Lin Weiwei shouted excitedly: "Have you seen these two big guys? He is a more mysterious existence than Mr. K and Mr. A, so I don't have the good fortune to meet them." ”

When Lin Weiwei said this, she was with great reverence, without any pretentiousness, in fact, in their organization, the four super kings are legends, and the two immortals of yin and yang are myths, even if they are as expensive as the old scriptures, they have to weigh and get along with them.

"The two of them are already in Huaxia, and they will meet sooner or later, so let's do our own thing. ”

As he spoke, the stone man walked quickly towards the bottom of the mountain, and Lin Weiwei still asked excitedly: "Can you give me a contact information, are they still short of maids......

In the Shangsha District of Paradise, there is a local tyrant who spent a lot of money to buy the entire 50,000 acres of factory area and build it into a supercar club, and 33 tracks have been opened here just for the fun of members.

As soon as Hirohiko Fukada arrived in Paradise City, he joined the club and became a gold racer in less than a month.

Although there are platinum and diamonds on top of gold, and even kings, if you talk about a month alone, Hirohiko Fukada is definitely at the level of genius.

Today, Hirohiko Fukada seemed to be in high spirits, received a phone call in the morning, and immediately rushed here, accompanied by a racing girl, to start a new journey.

A race car girl in full suit sat next to him, while the other eight tracks were all members of the race track that he had captured.

While reaching out to explore the round thighs of the racing girl, while grabbing the steering wheel, he looked extremely excited, with the lips of the embarrassed beard, constantly kissing the beauties around him.

The beautiful woman's ass kept moving in the chair, and her face was full of excitement, and she obviously liked to do these things in the car.

At this moment, the beautiful woman in front of the track took off her clothes and threw her hand into the air, and at this moment, all the sports cars let out a violent roar and flew out.

"Fukada Childe, let's go!" reminded the beautiful woman next to her.

Smiling slightly, Hirohiko Fukada was still making small movements, but with a foot on the accelerator, the car rushed out and caught up with the car in front.

"What does the car rely on, you know?" he asked, tilting his head, avoiding obstacles on the track, to the beautiful woman next to him.

"Rely on technology, like you. The beauty pandered to the other and said.

Hirohiko Fukada chuckled, and then it was a drift, overtaking in the corner, passing the car in front of him, and grabbing the third position.

"Any race car depends on money, and only enough money can you build the perfect sports car, even if you start a few seconds later than everyone else, and still have no trouble catching up. ”

For his explanation, the beauty showed an expression of adoration and said, "Is this really the case, so are there any exceptions?"

Hirohiko Fukada laughed and said: "The only exception is the winding mountain curve, just like we are about to pass through, each corner is 0.5 seconds faster, you can cross the level and complete the counterattack, but unfortunately, such a character almost does not exist......"

As these words fell, he had already rushed into the winding mountain bend, but at this moment, an ordinary Beetle actually ran alongside him.

In terms of performance, his car can throw off the opponent eight streets, but in this fatal corner, the opponent really did it a little faster.

He ...... Is that the kind of person you are?" asked the beautiful woman.

A touch of ruthlessness flashed in Hirohiko Fukada's eyes, and then he frantically hit the steering wheel: "There is no one in ten thousand, so what, in the face of absolute strength, any skill is a flowery cavity!"

In this way, the two cars competed on the deadly corner, each not wanting to give way, and soon the Beetle's advantage was revealed.

In the last two corners, the Beetle took the lead, crossed two parking spaces for Hirohiko Fukada, and then stopped on the track face to face in a drifting pose with a dragon swinging tail, blocking his way.

As Hirohiko Fukada got out of the car, a rider also got off the Beetle, and when the helmet was taken off, an ordinary uncle's face was revealed.

"You're here. Hirohiko Fukada smiled strangely and said such a sentence.