It was nearly the middle of the night.

After a day of hustle and bustle, the city of Marina gradually fell silent.

The next day, people who had to go to work and school took a shower, brushed their teeth, lay on the bed and brushed the circle of friends for a while, and reluctantly put down their mobile phones to sleep.

The otaku are fighting fiercely against the computer screen with oily faces, and their nights are still long.

The night shift man yawned a few times and continued to fight the Sandman.

For others, though, the night has just begun.

Zoom！

Zoom！

On a certain residential building facing the street, the residents who were already asleep in a daze were suddenly woken up by the roar of the engine, turned over irritably, pressed their ears with pillows, and muttered: "What a special illness! The rich second generation is driving sports cars to blow up the street again!"

That's right, recently a group of rich second generations came out of nowhere - maybe there is another area nearby demolished, and they got rich overnight after getting a large amount of demolition compensation, they take advantage of the traffic police are not there and there are few vehicles on the road in the middle of the night, they always like to fly on this street, the accelerator is loud, and some have also modified the vehicle, adding air waves to the exhaust pipe, making the roar extremely harsh.

If you want to say that it is the rich second generation, at most it is the entry-level rich second generation, and the sports cars you drive are basically about one or two million entry-level sports cars, but even so it is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

They may have watched too many movies or played too many games, plus they had a few spare money in their hands, and they gathered like flies on this long, wide, and straight road, driving their newly bought sports cars, and the stereo was turned to the maximum, and they howled excitedly from time to time. They don't have much skill to speak of, they just slam on the gas pedal and accelerate in a straight line to gain a sense of accomplishment and burn off excess hormones.

The nearby residents are unbearable, often just asleep to be woken up, if the doors and windows are closed to sleep in the winter and spring can make do with it, now every family sleeps with the windows open, enjoy the comfortable temperature at the turn of spring and summer, but also be noisy, people with a bad heart will even be frightened by the sudden sound of the heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the students preparing for the college entrance examination are even more miserable.

The residents reported the situation to the relevant departments, but there was no sign of a solution, because the rich second generation always haunts in the middle of the night, and it does not necessarily appear every day, so they can't let the traffic police stay here until late at night every day, right?

"Do you know what it's called? It's called guerrilla warfare!"

After going back and forth a few times, the rich second generation gathered the sports car in a circle, parked on the empty street, sat on the hood of their sports car, and talked about the car just now, and expressed their enjoyment.

One of them, a rich second generation wearing a crooked baseball cap, wore a black and white leather biker jacket, held a can of beer in his left hand, and his delicate girlfriend in his right hand, and made wild remarks about the others. Judging from his appearance, he is about 20 years old, but there are already traces of overindulgence between his eyebrows.

"The enemy advances and I retreat, the enemy is stationed and disturbs me, the enemy is tired and I fight, and the enemy retreats and I chase! The traffic police chase, let's run, anyway, our license plates are all decks, and their broken cars can't catch up with us; the traffic police are here, let's change places; the traffic police are tired and withdraw, this is our territory! Those stinky traffic policemen are tired and can't do anything about us!"

He proudly showed off his knowledge to the other rich second generations, causing them to be amazed.

"The boss is so powerful, he even knows this!"

"The boss not only has first-class driving skills, but also knows a lot of knowledge!"

"Haha! So, I ask you stinky boys not to think about playing with women all day long, read more books, and read more books with your own women will take the initiative to stick to you, like me, this little baby just likes to listen to me talk about the past and the present!"

The rich second generation of baseball caps laughed a few times, strengthened his right hand, and touched his girlfriend's soft waist fiercely, causing his girlfriend to let out a reverie and squeeze into his arms.

As the saying goes, in the land of the blind, the one-eyed dragon is the king. Although he only graduated from high school, he is already at an astonishing level in front of this group of rich second generations whose average is only a junior high school dropout.

As soon as the laughter ended, someone flatteringly asked: "Boss, where are we going next?" Do we continue to run a few times, or go to the KTV door to see if we can pick up the drunk girl?"

"Let's run a few more times, I was a little weak just now, I didn't dare to press the accelerator to the end, and I definitely won't lose this time!" said the other man, patting the hood of the Porsche 911 under his buttocks.

"Cut, come on, you're just cowardly!" the others coaxed.

"I'm sleepy, let's open a room and sleep. The girlfriend yawned and whispered to the rich second generation of baseball caps.

He has already been squeezed out of an evil fire by his girlfriend in his body, and he can't vent it just by kneading and pinching, and he also wants to open a room to vent his fire, but he has a good face and doesn't want other rich second generations to look down on him.

Just as he was hesitating, a sneer suddenly sounded in the darkness not far away.

"Who's—who's laughing?"

The rich second generation of baseball caps thought that someone was laughing at him, he knew that he was two pounds, and it was okay to pretend to be forced in front of this group of semi-literate little brothers, and he was likely to make a fool of himself if he was heard by others.

The laughter was soft, lasting only a split second before disappearing.

The other rich second generations who were giggling were stunned, stopped laughing and asked, "What...... What's wrong?"

"Didn't you say you, didn't you hear anyone laughing?" said the baseball cap.

The others looked at each other, and they didn't even notice.

"No, I didn't hear you. ”

"Someone is laughing? Boss, did you hear me wrong, it's so late, and there are few people on the street......

"What about you, did you hear that?" the baseball cap pinched his girlfriend in his arms again.

The girlfriend was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes and shook her head ignorantly.

"Tsk, you get in the car and lie down for a while, and I'll be back in a minute." He threw away the beer can, stuffed his girlfriend into the sports car, closed the door, and strode in the direction where the laughter came.

"Boss, what are you doing?" the others asked.

"Drink too much beer, go **! By the way, let's see who dares to laugh at Lao Tzu!" he said without looking back.

"Wait a minute! I'll go too!"

"Boss, you can't be shot too much and have kidney deficiency, right?"

"Hahahaha!"

"Fuck you!"

Almost all of the rich second generation followed, some of them also held their urine, some wanted to vent the excess energy in their bodies, and some simply wanted to show the righteousness of their buddies.

Although it was the dead of night, they were all hairy boys, and they were so bold that they had nothing to fear.

If one of them looked up at this time, they would see that the roof of an old-fashioned three-story building next to it looked like a cat, but it was not a cat, and it shone like a metallic sheen in the moonlight.