"Didn't you say that the rats came to Atlanta too? Why didn't you see him with you? Avril handed the ticket to the ticket inspector, but asked curiously.

"Don't mention that guy, I was supposed to meet before entering the venue, but I haven't seen him until now." Britney said angrily.

"Maybe something really happened to him, so let's put it off!" Christina whispered.

"Chris, don't try to excuse him. It's really, just a song that buys you like this. If I help you make an album," Britney looked Christina up and down, her eyebrows fluttering a little bit.

Christina gave her a direct slap in the face and slapped her on the chest.

Britney screamed in dissatisfaction.

Regarding such a lustful move by these two guys, Avril directly hugged her head and said that she would not participate.

It's just a mouse, what the hell are you doing?

……

Call~

Jerry stepped on the accelerator and pushed the gear of the Toyota, constantly overtaking and overtaking.

Time, ticking and ticking.

Fortunately, Atlanta's traffic has reached a climax at this point in time. Plus behind him, there was a bunch of police cars, and sirens sounded in Ula Ulla. The overtaking of the red Toyota sports car did not encounter many obstacles.

The speed of the car has reached 120 yards.

He has hardly driven a car since Carlos the jackal and Pedro Bocarnerola the big black man became his bodyguards. What's more, it still soared to 120 yards.

Jerry now feels like his heart is in his throat, and if he is not careful, it will jump straight out.

Woo~, another overtaking. Front. In the process of overtaking several times, it has been scraped out of shape.

But Jerry didn't have time to think about it.

Coca-Cola World, Coca-Cola World~ Why hasn't it arrived yet!

Jerry's right foot slowly stepped down again, and the gear was pushed up another gear.

Swish~

Ula Ullah~

……

Eric sipping coffee slowly in the corner of a café at Georgia Tech, where a red sports car is being chased by a dozen police cars on a television set hanging from the café. Eric smiled, the Atlanta police really figured out a way to cover up the truth. The poor Copso family has come alive as a shield. I'm afraid that if I want to clear my name, I can only wait until the Olympics are over. In the coffee house, many Georgian students were discussing what was going on with CNN's live broadcast.

Eric looked at his watch. It's almost time, and then. He pressed the brim of his hat. Walked to the indoor phone booth of the coffee house.

……

Jingle bell ~ jingle bell ~

Suddenly, the phone rang in the phone booth at the north exit of Coca-Cola World.

A group of patrolling police officers gathered outside the phone booth turned abruptly and looked at the vibrating phone with a look of horror, not knowing what to do. There's an instinct that makes them want to rush over and grab the phone and tell that bandit that I'm Jerry Rothsscher. But they weren't, how did they not live up to the bandits' demands, Boom~ They can't joke with the lives of the people of Atlanta.

In the distance, there was a sharp sound of tire grinding and the roar of the engine.

The Toyota, which had rotted in front of the car, was emitting white smoke, and before it could fully slow down, it hit the police car parked on the side of the road, and in the driver's seat, Jerry, who was dazed by the collision, pulled his seat belt and staggered into the phone booth, he panted and said, "Fifteen minutes, no more, no less." ”

Eric looked at the Toyota that had collided with the police car on the TV screen, and was emitting white smoke, and said with a smile, "You are qualified, heretic, now, go to the Margaret Mitchell House, it will take half an hour." ”

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"I said, I just want to play a game with you."

The phone turned into a busy tone, and Jerry angrily slammed the microphone against the base, then raised his foot and kicked the phone booth a few times.

"Boss!" Pedro Bocanerola clamped him from behind.

Jerry lowered his head helplessly, and the two of them sat in the Porsche driven by Pedro, the red Toyota, which had been declared reimbursed.

……

Atlanta Police Department Headquarters.

"Sir, we've found the surveillance tape." Roy Drews was nervously staring at CNN's live feed when Mark walked over and handed him a disc.

The disc was immediately slipped into the DVD player, and a man in a peaked cap and a blue installer's outfit entered the Atlanta police department with a C&C rucksack and left empty-handed ten minutes later.

"Call the police officer on duty."

"Sir, the policeman on duty was seriously injured in the explosion and is still in the hospital."

"No other cop has ever seen this guy?"

"At that point in time, it happened to be the police station handover." Mark said helplessly.

"Wait, pull the point forward, stop, here, this guy is talking to one of the cops. Get this cop here. Roy Drews pointed to the cop on the screen talking to Eric.

Fat cop Marcos stood in front of the Atlanta police chief, his forehead was covered with sweat, "At that time, I saw that guy walking towards the police station in a daze, so I asked him what he was doing, and he said that he came to report the crime, and asked me where the report room was going, and I told him, turn right, room 3." That's it! ”

"Remember what that guy looked like?"

Marcos nodded.

"Go to Forensics and make a puzzle."

……

Roy Drews dialed Charlie, who is now conducting an interrogation in a public place with his brethren, "Charlie, what is the result of the interrogation?" ”

"Sir, there's nothing out of the ordinary. The person who was arrested from the phone booth was questioned and there were no questions. Sir, I think that guy is leading us into a patrol mistake. He kept making us think that his call was coming from a phone booth. There are so many phone booths in Atlanta that our police force can't cover the entire system. ”

"Continue the investigation, find suspicious people, and arrest immediately. Remember, don't let up the security forces near the Olympic Arena. ”

"Yes, sir."

Roy Drews, who hung up the phone, stood in front of the map, "Akas, mark that guy's phone and timeline on the map." ”

"Yes, sir."

……

Hilton Atlanta.

"There's something interesting going on in Atlanta." Aiko Mitsui didn't flock to the Olympic Stadium like other tourists, and the stadium with a capacity of 85,000 spectators was not her favorite place. Now, Aiko Mitsui, dressed in a bathrobe, stretches her smooth thighs and lies sideways on the bed in her suite, her eyes fixed on CNN's live broadcast.

The figure of that guy, Aiko Mitsui is too familiar, plus the Venezuelan who appeared next to that guy, Aiko Mitsui can say with certainty that this is His Royal Highness the Prince of Japan.

It's just that instead of watching the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games, he mingled with the Atlanta police, what was he doing?

Aiko Mitsui turned over, clutching the bathrobe with both hands, and in the spring light, her snow-white right shoulder was exposed, "Fujimaki-kun?" Ever watching CNN's live TV? Help me find out, what is that guy doing now? Yes, I'm going to know now. ”

Aiko Mitsui, who hung up the phone, pursed her lips, and as soon as her hand holding the bathrobe loosened, the whole bathrobe slipped to the ground.

In another room at the Hilton Hotel.

"Paris, you're really not going with me to watch the opening ceremony of the Olympics?" Nikki looked at Paris.

"Don't bother, Nikki, don't you see I'm on the phone?" Paris turned around and glared at her fiercely, "You're going to go yourself, I'm not interested in that." ”

The phone beeped a few times, and Barron Hilton's assistant, Darlene Goyle's, rang.

"Aunt Darlene, what's going on?"

The Atlanta Police Department would not disclose the specifics, but Roy Drews stated that the Atlanta Police Department did not mean to embarrass the guy. Paris, why do you care about him? ”

"Isn't it because he was taken from our hotel?"

"Really? You didn't care about anything related to the hotel before. ”

"Where there is. Didn't I negotiate a contract for the Hilton Titanic for the hotel? ”

"If it weren't for that guy, I don't think you'd be that interested."

"Aunt Darlene, why are you like this!"

"I'm telling the truth! And the same thing with C&C. But for these two things, the president is very supportive. ”

"Really? Did Grandpa really say that? ”

"Do it well, the president, he is very optimistic about you."

"That guy, is there really going to be nothing?"

"That guy's words, I'm afraid we don't need to worry about it. Just by having a god spirit here, the Atlanta Police Department wouldn't do anything to him. And this is Coca-Cola's turf, and Bill Campbell won't let Coca-Cola's shareholders be bullied in Atlanta. ”

Paris Hilton listened a little foggy, she knew the relationship between Jerry and Robert Soros, but why did he get involved with Coca-Cola again?

"Don't worry, Paris, your sweetheart, it's going to be fine."

"Aunt Darlene, what do you say?" Paris rolled her eyes, when did that arrogant guy become her sweetheart.

"Okay, I'm not going to tell you, I still have to go ahead and have fun in Atlanta."

"Hmm~ goodbye, Aunt Darlene."

After hanging up the phone, Paris Hilton grabbed the phone and sat there for a long time, and it was now half past eight. (To be continued......)