Bank's actions with the Bloodclan caused a joint reaction that was unprecedentedly large.

This has caused great turmoil in the entire country and even in the international situation.

However, Bank did not focus on this matter anymore, but gave it to the Marquis de Dennis to deal with it, as for the attitude towards this matter, that is, to be tough and tough.

And the current message that Bank released to the top management is only that he will submit this proposal in two years, so more bloodshed and sacrifice is not what will happen at present.

After a long period of boredom without being blamed, Banker also began to settle into life with peace of mind.

It's just that Bank now finds that he has a face that is watched by people everywhere he goes, and he is not at all as comfortable as before, and now he wants to do some low-level pleasures like before, such as grenade fried fish to eat, go to the fire bar to watch striptease or something, it is difficult to achieve.

Because as soon as he appears in front of the public now, the people who surround him to sign can be sent to Luoyang Bridge, and watch Mao's striptease, **** all drill into him.

In fact, when this kind of day just began, I thought it was a little interesting, but after a long time, Bank also felt extremely tired.

Although Tony often has some parties, for Bank, sometimes it is really not as pleasant as to sneak out on his own and engage in low-level fun.

On Mount George, a suburb of New York.

As far as the eye can see, the green dragon mountains are full of blue, and when night falls, there are almost no people in this remote place, only winding mountain roads that winding away, quietly winding away in the moonlight.

But the quiet and dead silence of Mount George did not spread to this place, only at the turning point of a winding mountain road, it was bustling and bustling.

At this moment, countless modified vehicles were roaring like beasts under the blazing white lights, and countless young men and women were cheering non-stop under the waves of sound.

Their eyes are now on the big screen in the small square, where a drag racing race is taking place, and with every drift and overtaking, someone in the square will hold up a beer and call for their favorite driver, so that the whole square is filled with the smell of fermented grain.

"Morty, did you say the Batmobile came back tonight?" A thin young man was holding a glass of beer and asked a big man with flower arms beside him.

"I guess Rick, it's all appetizers right now, and the highlight is over there, they're all waiting for the Batmobile to show up, ready to challenge him." The big man with the flower arm pouted on the right side of the square and said to Rick.

Rick looked over there with a full of eyes, and saw that on the right side of the square, there were seven or eight modified sports cars with exaggerated and unrestrained shapes parked at the moment, as if shining in the moonlight, which were obviously an order of magnitude higher than the few sports cars in competition on the big screen, at least in appearance.

Rick turned his head and said to Morty again, "I've heard that no one has ever seen the owner of the Batmobile, and every time after a win, he will only give the drivers a taillight and never say a word to anyone. ”

Morty looked at the sports car on the screen and yelled, "Fuck Eight, I lost another hundred dollars today!" Quentin, you should go home and take the kids, what kind of car to race! ”

After scolding, Morty took a sip of beer angrily, and then looked at Rick's ignorant eyes, Morty still explained to him: "That car and its owner have only appeared three times, but they have become a legend on Mount George, he is as fast as a black lightning, like a beam of starlight in the wilderness, only people can see its taillights from a distance, if in a straight line, I am sure, that car is no less fast than an ordinary F1 car." ”

"Even on the one hundred and eight bends of Mount George, every time it appears, it shows extraordinary dominance, it is simply a work of art, under the control of the driver, like a furious black glazed ceramic, you know the ceramic? It doesn't matter if you don't know, you just need to know that it's more perfect than Starlight. ”

Rick nodded as if he didn't understand, and he said, "But I'm asking about its driver, do you know who he is?" ”

Morty helplessly brushed off this silly white sweet, and said: "I know who he is and I can get rich tonight, but I only know its owner, and he never cares about any bonuses and fans, he just appears in front of everyone like a beast, and then looks at the other cars, fleeing like a poor little antelope, and finally devouring them one by one." ”

"It's a real racer, he's only made to race, and when he wins, he's just going to give us a taunting taillight, damn it, but I love that bastard."

Rick nodded again as if he didn't understand, he pointed to the car over there, and said, "But aren't they waiting for the artwork to go crazy?" ”

Morty looked at the modified sports cars that had been parked there quietly, one by one towards the starting line, and said, "They are impatient, the Batmobile does not appear every day, it is just like Cupid, the goddess of love." ”

"Cupid, the god of love?" Rick wondered.

"Appear at will!" Morty patted him on the head, unbreathable.

On the other side of the starting line, seven supercars with sleek shapes are already in place.

When each driver negotiated today's bet, and let the trader sit in the bank, and laid out the odds of each car, the simple traffic lights on the side of the road also began to shine and countdown, and the sound of the seven cars was like poison, inciting the emotions of everyone present.

But most of the audience still regrets it-

"Isn't the furious ceramics coming today? I came to see him. ”

"Johnson and Michael made a special trip back to China to guard him, but unfortunately they couldn't see the collision of the three beasts."

"No, in my eyes, only the furious ceramics are beasts, and all the other cars are like small antelopes in front of it, maybe they are fast, but they are not arrogant enough."

"Yes, that arrogant bastard never accepts our cheers, only gives us to eat his dust, but I was still damned by him."

"Come back tomorrow, we're going to have to stop him this time and have two beers with that bastard."

With the complaints of the audience and the countdown of the tail lights, the speakers at the scene also burst into explosive music, and this group of young men and women began their new round of carnival.

"Hum~~"

But just when the signal light was about to complete the countdown, a distinctive sound wave passed through the dense forests and dark curtains of Mount George, and clearly reached everyone's ears.

The audience looked back excitedly, and when they saw clearly the ceramic that was speeding like a black lightning bolt around the winding mountain road in the distance, everyone held up their beers and began to scream and cheer.

I saw an extremely exaggerated Batmobile, roaring towards the square from the halfway up the mountain, his brilliant red headlights, like the eyes of a bat, brought up a snake-like red in the rapidity.

"Haha, man, you said you were going to stop him tonight? It's up to you. ”

"I've got to stop him, take a picture with that bastard and his car, and have a beer."

"o~ Look at his taillights, that's so cool, he's as fast as a bolt of lightning."