At noon the next day, a large group of Harley-Davidson locomotives suddenly appeared in this remote suburb, the huge sound of the Harley-Davidson locomotive group made the residents living in the vicinity close the door and no longer go out, the residents poked their heads in front of the glass window, and saw the Harley-Davidson locomotive group like a long line from a distance.

What the hell is going on?

This black dragon emitted a huge sound wave, which definitely reached the level of disturbing the people, but no one dared to step forward and say, "Brother, you are a little noisy." ”

If anyone dares to do this, then he must be a true warrior.

The black dragon roared all the way to a slightly old remote warehouse, there was no other building near this warehouse, like a warehouse abandoned by the world, Harley-Davidson locomotives stopped in front of this warehouse, everyone was wearing a uniform black jacket, the black jacket was the same "black piston" letters on the back, and below the letters were two iron wrenches crossed, but the heads of the two wrenches were replaced with skull heads.

These logos have been patented by the club, and anyone who touches the "Black Pistons" with this logo can only blame themselves for their bad luck.

They won't go to you to sue you for patent infringement, they'll just use gangster tactics.

If it's okay on your clothes, you can get beaten up and take away your clothes, but if you're not a gang member and get the logo tattooed on your body, it's a bit bloody.

Rumor has it that they will cut off the skin with tattoos.

The first few strong men got out of the car, came to the front of the warehouse, and found that the door was locked, and several people looked at each other, and a strong man with a white beard directly took out a pistol and shot at the door lock.

"Bang!" the gunshots rang out in this suburb, and the few residents who heard it hurriedly stopped looking, pulled up the curtains, and stopped looking.

A crowd of strong men in black jackets poured into the dilapidated warehouse, several with guns in hand, but when they scanned the warehouse, there was nothing but a blue pickup truck.

On the road three kilometers away from Leesburg, two retro black, domineering and restrained Harley-Davidson locomotives are noisy with their sounds.

One of them was the Harley locomotive that followed Chen Xing's blue pickup truck before, and it was Perez who was sitting on it, and the swelling on Perez's face had not yet disappeared, and his swollen face was smiling.

Wow, he felt that the world was changing too fast, a few days ago he was still picking up shit and sweeping the toilet for joining the Black Piston, but today he helped the enemies of the Black Piston escape the pursuit of the Black Piston, the people who played the Black Pistons, this group of crazy people who commanded him like a rookie.

It's so fucking exciting! Make you like me picking up shit!

"I hate picking up shit, grass!" Perez roared at the empty sky on a black Harley, with a somewhat perverted smile on his face.

If the hell the Black Pistons found out, he would be dead, he was doing the most dangerous thing in his life.

More exciting than adding a black piston, Perez felt his adrenaline rush up, sitting on the speeding Harley-Davidson locomotive, he forgot about the consequences and dangers, he only knew that he was playing the group of people standing above him.

Chen Xing and Ling Xin beside him were both frightened by his sudden roar, was this crazy or something.

At this time, Chen Xing was wearing a black jacket, his face was also put on by Ling Xin, his mouth and chin were glued with a beard, and he also wore a blue headscarf for Chen Xing.

And sitting in the back seat of Chen Xing is Ling Xin, Ling Xin is wearing a red jacket, ripped jeans and a pair of black boots, outlining her slender and perfect legs, the makeup on her face is much thicker than before, the color of the lipstick is much darker, and she also wears smoky makeup.

Ling Xin tried her best to dress herself up like a "bad girl", a "bad girl" who would sit in the back seat of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle.

In fact, Perez also said that there is never a shortage of girls in the back seat of real club members, so Ling Xin has no problem sitting in the back, but it is more stable in their identity as a biker club.

There is a small trunk on the back side of the Harley locomotive that Chen Xing is riding, and the little fox dog "God of War" is staying in it, plus the dog is ruthless and not noisy, and the three of them ride the Harley locomotive all the way from Orlando.

Along the way, I don't know how many teams of black piston motorcycles I encountered, and they all drove away under the noses of the other party.

This feeling is really refreshing.

Passing by a lake next to Leesburg, the blue surface of the lake reflecting the sun's rays, accompanied by the chirping of birds, the sound of the wind filled the ears of the three men.

Chen Xing rode on a Harley locomotive, the oncoming wind blew on his face, his hair and beard were blown by the wind, this feeling was much cooler than driving a car, which is why he liked motorcycles.

This trip was even more exciting than he thought, since he had already made up his mind to work against the black piston, he didn't have to worry, worry didn't help, Chen Xing already knew how to make his life easier.

It's good to enjoy now.

"Ah!!h

"Blow up Francis!" Ling Xin, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, also yelled at the lake, bursting into a foul mouth, she Ling Xin would actually have the experience of evading the gangsters in her life.

She must be insane.

"I'm going to win! Chen Xingzheng was roaring, and suddenly the wind blew the fake beard into his mouth, and he quickly stopped yelling and wanted to spit out the beard.

"Hahahaha. Ling Xin's bell-like laughter rang out in Chen Xing's ears, but after laughing, she still stretched out her hand and pulled her beard back to its original position.

"Hold on, speed up!" After getting the fake beard, Chen Xing signaled that Ling Xin could hold him, twisted the accelerator, and the roar of the Harley locomotive sitting down was even louder, the sound of the motor sounded like a monster roaring, and the black Harley's already extremely fast speed skyrocketed at this moment.

This is a rare time when Chen Xing has real drag racing.

Perez saw that this pretending Harley Knight was driving so fast, and he was half an official member of the club no matter how he said it, although he seemed to have betrayed the club now, he still couldn't lose on the locomotive.

Quickly twisted the accelerator, felt the sudden drive of the Harley Behemoth sitting down, and screamed at the sky.

A feeling of free indulgence.

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"Why can't such a simple thing be done?!!" In a room in the knight's bar, a strong man sitting behind a desk wearing a skull turban stood up, and his height of 1.9 meters made the room full of oppression, and his strong body and beard that almost covered his neck made this oppressive feeling even stronger.

But what culminated in the sense of oppression was a scar on the strong man's face from the brow to the corner of his mouth, which made the strong man exude a fierce intent even if he just stood there.

The man with the scar on his face slapped his hands on the table, which made an overwhelmed sound, as if it was about to fall apart.

The dozen or so people standing in front of the man didn't dare to speak, obviously any of them standing on the street outside were characters that no one dared to provoke, but in front of this man, they could only bow their heads.

Because this angry man is one of the top leaders of the Black Pistons, Sonny.

Of course, the huge black piston will not be handled by one person who can handle everything, nor will it be possible to handle it, and this form will not be approved of by the gang members.

The club has senior leaders, middle leaders, and lower members. The sense of enterprise is that the organization is above everyone, and in the locomotive club, the individual is the organization.

"Keep looking for me. Sonny said in a deep voice, the anger in his eyes clearly visible.

"Boss, we've dispatched a lot of brothers in the past few days, manpower, it's really not appropriate to look for it again, there are still so many businesses that need to be employed, just looking for a dog is really... A muscular man came out of the crowd standing in front of Sonny with his head bowed.

They're not the kind of club that's just for free rides, and the Black Pistons are a highly disciplined gang and fraternity organization with a huge income.

And these revenues mainly come from arms dealings, drug businesses, erotic entertainment venues, all of which require manpower, and with so many people just to find a dog?

Even a high-level leader like Sonny would not have given the order.

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