This dog is still well-behaved, Chen Xing sighed at the well-behaved dog, enjoying the peaceful years of this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his face, bringing some temperature, Chen Xing's gaze swept over the rivers, mountains, and a beautiful woman in front of him, this is a beautiful scenery.

Time passed, the sun fell, and soon the temperature on his face also dropped, and when the sky darkened, Chen Xing and Perez lit the fire to keep warm, and the three of them sat around the fire to keep warm, took out food, and ate dinner.

"Perez, why do you want to join the biker club so much? Chen Xing saw that Perez took out the "1%" cloth again, and was a little curious.

"Because I hated my previous life, that kind of numb robotic life, I wanted to leave the old society, I wanted to live a different way, and I could do this by joining the bikers. Perez nibbled on a chicken leg, and when he heard Chen Xing's question, he said what was in his heart.

If he and the two people in front of him were only tied to the same rope before, then now the three of them can be regarded as friends.

The three of them had an amazing trip together.

"Then how do you know that the days of the biker club are the days you want to live?"

"I don't know. Perez replied crisply, nibbling on another chicken leg, "Of course I don't know if that's the life I want, but if I want to change, I'm willing to try." ”

Chen Xing ate the bread in his mouth, and originally wanted to persuade Perez to reach his throat, but he didn't know how to say it.

I can't say it.

There is no one in this world who is qualified to teach others how to live, no one.

"Besides, there's no shortage of girls in the bikers, you know. Perez looked at Chen Xing with a smile and then at Ling Xin, the meaning in his eyes was already self-evident.

"No, there is no shortage of women in gangsters?"

"That's not right, women like bad men, so don't you have to be bad men, you just look at the branch in Miami before, just that bar uncle, that's all changed every month. Perez brought up the old man at the Knights' Bar, the guy who kept letting him pick up shit.

"Damn, isn't it?" Chen Xing was also shocked, he had also seen that person, that person was the big man who poured him wine, this is okay, change it every month??

"What are you lying to. "Perez and Chen Xing are getting more and more energetic.

"Perez!" Ling Xin glared at Perez angrily, what is this thing talking about? Teach her students badly?

"Ahem, okay, okay, don't talk about it, don't talk about it. Perez skipped the topic one by one.

"What are you going to do after you give away the dogs?" Perez asked, and he really hadn't asked about it.

"After sending the dog, stay for a few more days and then go back home. Chen Xing didn't want to deceive Perez, he had just returned a lot of things that he had confiscated from Perez in the past few days.

"Yes. Perez replied softly, rubbing his blonde hair and saying nothing.

While the three of them were chatting, a familiar voice came, it was the roar of the locomotive, this sound heard here still made the three of them much more vigilant, Chen Xing quickly stood up and put the god of war into the dog cage and stuffed it into the tent.

"There's just one Harley-Davidson locomotive. Perez stood up and looked around, talking about the situation.

And Ling Xin also hurriedly took out the fake beard to help Chen Xing stick it, her makeup was not so important, but Chen Xing's fake beard had to be pasted.

"Damn, what the hell did you drive over. "Perez saw that Harley-Davidson really driving here.

Fortunately, it was far away, and before the Harley locomotive arrived, Chen Xing's fake beard had already been glued.

Soon the Harley arrived, a black Harley mixed with blue, with a middle-aged man in his forties, with little hair and a lot of beard, and there were a lot of people in the biker club.

"I didn't expect to meet locomotive enthusiasts here, can you add me to one?" the middle-aged man smiled and looked at the two Harley-Davidson locomotives parked next to the tent, and asked politely.

However, Chen Xing couldn't see the smile on his face at all, and only such a thick bearded ghost could see the smile on his face.

Chen Xing and Perez looked at each other, "Okay, sit down." ”

"Thank you. The middle-aged man stopped the Harley-Davidson locomotive, got out of the car and sat on a rock, next to the fire.

"Mind if I touch your car?" Perez is a real Harley enthusiast, and he can't wait to touch a Harley motorcycle he has never seen before.

Many Harley-Davidson bikes are custom-built motorcycles, which means that each car embodies the owner's unique personality and taste, which is why it is so expensive.

Those who play Harley locomotives are either rich people or fans of faith, a bunch of persistent Harley tramp fans, maybe except a Harley locomotive, there is nothing.

"Don't mind, just touch it. "When the middle-aged man saw Perez's eyes glow when he saw the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, it felt like he had seen his former self.

After Perez touched the blue-black Harley-Davidson locomotive, he reluctantly returned to his seat by the fire, and talked with the middle-aged man with Chen Xing, wanting to touch the details of the middle-aged man.

After touching the motorcycle, it was time to touch the person, and the two of them touched the middle-aged man's bottom sentence by sentence, and Ling Xin sat quietly beside Chen Xing and stretched out his hands to roast the fire.

"I'm going to pick up some firewood, it's a little small. Chen Xing looked at the somewhat dim firelight, stood up and wanted to pick up some more firewood, it was still quite cold at night this season.

"No, I've got something to burn here. The middle-aged man stopped Chen Xing, took down a duffel bag from the Harley locomotive, took out a black jacket from the duffel bag, and threw it into the fire.

The jacket was burned by the flames, and both Chen Xing and Perez saw the logo on the back of the black jacket in the fire.

A "death skull" with golden wings behind a skull.

These days, under Perez's dizziness, Chen Xing knows that it is one of the world's four major gangsters, the biker, the symbol of the "regional angel".

Even the Black Pistons are firmly suppressed by the "Hell Angels", and they can only survive under the power of the "Hell Angels" by joining forces with other clubs, and the Hell Angels have chapters in 29 countries.

This bearded middle-aged man is a "hell angel" man!

Chen Xing and Perez's hearts were lifted all of a sudden, Chen Xing tightened the muscles of his whole body, as long as he was in an instant, he would rush out like a leopard, at this distance, he was confident, even if the other party pulled out his gun, his iron fist would punch the opponent's temple in an instant.

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