There is a speed limit of 50 miles per hour on this section, and Ryan estimates from visual inspection that the Lexus may be traveling at more than 80 miles per hour, and it continues to drive wildly under the chase of police cars, either relying on it or driving drunk.

"Make way for that car." Ryan said to John in the front row.

The bodyguard on the co-pilot immediately notified the bodyguard car behind him, such a crazy speeding, if there is a collision, it is very likely that the car will be destroyed and killed.

The convoy immediately pulled into the right side of the road and gave way to the fast lane, the kind of police speeding and drunk driving that happens almost every day in Los Angeles, and they don't need to get involved.

After just a dozen seconds, the Lexus approached the convoy, and when Ryan looked back at the flashing lights, he saw that the Lexus was not only extremely fast, but also the driving route was crooked, and the driver was afraid that the driver had drunk a lot of alcohol.

"Be careful!"

Ryan shouted, and his first reaction was to hold Nicole tightly in his arms.

The Lexus was like a drunk man who had drunk high, staggering past the bodyguard car behind him, and instantly caught up with the black Rolls-Royce, narrowly overtaking it.

In the process, Ryan clearly felt a violent shaking of the body, faintly heard a tooth-aching grinding sound, and knew that there must have been a slight scraping between the two cars without looking.

“FU@CK！”

He burst out in a very rare way, and immediately looked at Nicole.

Nicole shook her head at him, signaling that it was okay, but her already fair face was even paler, and her breathing was a little short.

"He's damned!" Ryan cursed in a low but gloomy voice.

Although this black Rolls-Royce is strong and heavy enough, the speed of the other party is so fast, what will happen if it really hits it solidly?

Anger rose almost instantly, and the Lexus threatened more than just his safety. And Nicole, who swore he wouldn't let anyone hurt them!

"I'm fine!"

Probably sensing the change in Ryan's feelings, Ni shook his hand hard.

Nodding, Ryan lowered the baffle and looked ahead, perhaps affected by the scratch just now, Lexus's speed was significantly slower, and in this short half a minute, the police car following behind quickly chased after it. Stopped the speeding car on the side of the road.

"James, go over!" Ryan said coldly.

John in the passenger seat notified the cars in front and behind, the driver slowed down, and the Rolls-Royce turned into a buffer belt and stopped more than twenty feet away from the two cars in front.

It wasn't out of Burbank City, the Lexus was parked near the entrance of a large supermarket, and Ryan got out of the car and took a look at his car first, only to see the outside door. There was a small scratch left by the scratch, which was very close to where Nicole was sitting, and if it were a collision, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The two bodyguard cars had long since stopped. Several bodyguards surrounded Ryan and Nicole, for fear of any accidents.

"Damn it!" When Nicole saw the car's scars, her face was also covered with anger.

"John, call Attorney Wilson Jr."

The wind blew in the night and was a little cool. Ryan opened the car door, took out Nicole's coat, and draped it over her. He said to another bodyguard, "Go over and see who it is, and talk to the police, we are the victims." ”

A group of people surrounding the police officers on duty is not a smart choice.

So, one of the bodyguards walked towards the two cars in front of him, and after exchanging a few words loudly with one of the two police officers, he walked back and whispered a few words to Ryan.

Ryan couldn't help but frown and walked towards the patrol police car, where one of them, a middle-aged white police officer who was supposed to be a sheriff, strode up to meet him.

"Hello, Mr. Jenkins."

"Hello."

Shaking his hand, Ryan nodded at him, then looked at the familiar face being questioned by another officer in front of the police car, and said, "My lawyer is coming, and ......"

He pointed at John, "This is my assistant, and he witnessed what happened. ”

Ryan stopped talking and handed over the matter to John.

Carrying a coat, Nicole chased after her from behind, and while handing it over, she also looked at the driver who was being questioned by the police, and also frowned.

"How is he?" She obviously knew each other.

With Nicole's assistance, putting on his coat, Ryan looked at the police car with an unusually gloomy look, although it was already early in the morning, under the bright street lights and flashing police lights, he could naturally recognize the drunken Hollywood superstar.

I don't know how much wine the other party has drunk, but from such a distance, he can smell the obvious smell of alcohol.

Could it be that there has been too much pressure lately? Attacked too violently by public opinion? Can only use wine to drown your sorrows?

Just this afternoon, he was still thinking about the other party's movies and the situation that was related to his own, but he didn't expect that he couldn't wait to find the door at night, and almost threatened the lives of himself and Nicole.

"My life is over!"

Suddenly, Mel on the other side of the police car? Gibson exclaimed excitedly, "You know what? The whole of Burbank is my territory? I can easily pay you cops for money! ”

The drunken Hollywood superstar was clearly over-the-top and the officer opened the door of the patrol police car to get him in, but Mel? Gibson refused to obey, shouting something, and ran towards his Lexus, and the officer immediately chased after him, subdued the tough guy on screen in a few strokes, handcuffed him, and pushed him towards the patrol car.

The officer seemed a little jealous of him, and said as he walked, "Mr. Gibson, I hope you will cooperate, your actions have endangered the safety of others." ”

"The safety of others?" Mel? Gibson's words were full of disdain, and the language spewed out with the smell of alcohol, "I have money!" I have enough money to settle this matter! Do you know how much money I make? Who is the other? Where is it? Isn't it just about money......"

As he spoke, he looked at John, who was talking to another police officer, and felt that it seemed a little familiar, and shook his head vigorously, feeling that his confused brain, which was stimulated by alcohol, was a little clearer and more excited.

"Isn't it just about money?" After being shoved by the police, he shouted again.

The smell of alcohol and these rude words all drifted over and fell on Ryan and Nicole's ears, and Nicole's face became more and more ugly......

Ryan patted her arm, in Mel? Still shouting 'money and territory,' Gibson strode over and stopped at a street lamp about five feet away from the patrol car.

"Mr. Gibson." Ryan shook his finger at the bodyguard who came after him, and only said one word, "Do you think I'm short of money?" ”

There are not many words, and the voice is not as loud as the other party, but it is unusually clear.

After saying this, Ryan turned around and left, not bothering to look at the other party at all.

"Ryan? Jenkins? ”

Mel from behind? Gibson's voice was slightly surprised, and then the drunken hunk used a louder voice, "You're a damn Jew!" Jews are to blame for all the wars in the world......"

Ryan stopped, turned his head slowly, and stared coldly at the drunken Mel? Gibson, whose eyes were as soft as knives.

"All those with Jewish blood are a bunch of miscellaneous!" The Australian movie star seems to have taken all the anger he has suffered during this time through the strength of alcohol, "If the Jews disappear, there will be no war in this world!" ”

After saying that, he asked the policeman behind him, "Are you Jewish?" ”

After the other man shook his head, he turned to Ryan's side again, "The Jews will regret what they have done to me......"

The sound of clattering high heels on the ground came from behind him, Ryan quickly reached out and grabbed Nicole, who was almost in a state of rage, and the Australian girl was so angry that her face turned pale, and her pale blue eyes were full of ice.

Holding Nicole's hand hard, Ryan said to Mel, who walked to the side of the patrol car. Gibson nodded, "Very well, I will remember what you say, and hopefully you will remember what you say now tomorrow." ”

Both officers looked at Ryan, and they glanced at each other, knowing that tonight's troubles were bound to cause an uproar.

Mel? Gibson went so far as to make racist remarks about Ryan, and if the matter gets out, he will definitely be finished.

Even if they weren't Hollywood insiders, the two officers understood this, maybe drunkenness would be an excuse?

However, neither of them was stupid, they looked at each other tacitly, and made the decision to deal with it as openly and fairly as possible, and try not to get involved in it.

"My reputation and personal safety are at stake." Ryan remained calm, impulsively didn't do any good, "I'll follow you guys to the police station." ”

He turned to look at Nicole again and whispered, "Honey, you go back first, I don't think there should be a way to rest tonight." ”

"Nope." Nicole shook her head resolutely and clasped his hand tightly, "I'll be with you." ”

"Okay."

Ryan looked at the bodyguard behind him again, and the other party made an 'OK' gesture.

Just in Mel? Gibson's racist words, when he said the first few words, the bodyguard activated the voice recorder he carried with him, they were all old people around Ryan, and they knew what to do when and when.

Sitting in a Rolls-Royce, which had been scraped off a little paint, the car followed the patrol car and slowly drove towards the police station in Burbank, where John told Attorney Wilson Jr. to meet at the police station, and then called ABC television and the Los Angeles Times.

There are some things that can be thought of and discussed in private, but if you say them publicly, you must pay a price! (To be continued......)