"I have a question."

A voice suddenly appeared in the crowd: "What will be transported then, and what will be loaded in the car?" ”

The eyes of the crowd are on one place.

Toledo shrugged his shoulders to meet Campos' gaze.

"Braga will pay."

Phoenix wiped the short hair from his head and slowly stood up: "You don't need to know. ”

The tone, with a hint of unkindness.

Campos's words just now made him a little unhappy.

The other party jumped out at this time just what he wanted, and he had to step on Toledo's momentum.

"I'm talking to Bos."

Toledo glanced at him and asked nonchalantly, "Are you Boss or Campos Boss?" ”

Before the boss could speak, the younger brother jumped out.

The effect of a fluttering sentence was very great, and Campos's eyes suddenly became cold, and he looked at Phoenix's back fixedly, who only felt a chill down his spine.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and his voice was dry: "Do you think I look like a Boss?" ”

After saying this, he closed his mouth tightly.

The Mexican trafficking group has a clear hierarchy, not to mention whether he has that kind of mind, he can't let Campos feel that he has it, otherwise he will only be left with a way to be chopped up and fed to the dogs.

"Listen."

Campos retracted his gloomy gaze and looked at Toledo with a smile: "There are some things that are better to know than to know, don't you think?" ”

"That's right."

Toledo clasped his arms and grinned, "I'm sure you're right." ”

"Da~"

Campos nodded in satisfaction and snapped his fingers at the high ponytail: "Gizelle, give them something, the game will start in ten minutes." ”

This kind of competition, after all, is illegal.

You can't linger here for too long, it's easy to attract the attention of the strips.

The long-legged girl, that is, Gizelle, picked up a small handbag next to her, took out a GPS tablet from it and distributed it to everyone: "This thing, put it in your car." ”

"Missions, routes, will be distributed to you above."

Taking the tablet handed by the long-legged girl, Ethan checked it, but couldn't see why.

"Okay."

An old black man dressed in hip-hop next to him asked suspiciously: "Where are we playing, have the roads been arranged?" ”

"It's right outside."

Campos excitedly waved his hand to the streets of Los Angeles at night: "There are no arrangements, no rules, only the end." ”

"This is not a playground for good kids."

"There is only a beginning and an end."

"Hahaha."

At this, he laughed wickedly.

Lunatic!

This thought flashed through the minds of the riders.

They all play underground racing, and these guys are not gutsy, but this is the first time they have started a race on a completely unprepared section.

Eight cars, racing on an already busy road.

Just thinking about it makes me crazy.

Some people looked surprised, some people were extremely excited, but they were not afraid, this is the game of the brave, and the faint of heart please go away.

Enjoys playing drag racing, especially underground racing.

It's impossible to say that there aren't a little crazy genes.

The riders all got excited and started to adjust in their own way, the money on the table was tempting, and the honor of the winner was indeed strong enough, but it was not so easy to get his hands on.

Ethan crushed the cigarette butt on the wall pillar, and couldn't help but look up to the white boy just now.

In the previous events, the difficulty must have been average.

To be the winner in this kind of competition, that kid still has two brushes, no wonder he is so sassy.

Crush off the spark and tuck the filter into your pants pocket.

This set of actions is done in one go.

Almost no one in the room noticed, except for one person, O'Connor sighed regretfully when he saw this cautious move of the other party, and raised his vigilance a little.

This guy is even more difficult to deal with than he imagined.

"I don't know who you are."

Toledo walked up to Ethan and said with a calm face, "I don't know which side you belong to, but I tell you, as long as you stand in my way, you will die." ”

The volume was not loud, and only two people could hear it.

But the voice sounded like thunder, containing suppressed anger, giving people a feeling that they wanted to destroy everything.

"Looks like you're jealous of me."

Ethan grinned, took a step forward and whispered, "I don't know why you came here, and I will also send you a word, everyone who stands in my way will also die, tell you a little secret." ”

"Compared to my fists, my marksmanship is better."

Hearing this, Toledo's face stiffened.

"Listen."

Another person walked slowly next to him, and O'Connor stared at Ethan: "I think you also look like a smart person, no matter what organization you are, stop it!" ”

"FBI, you can't afford to provoke it."

As for Toledo, he knew that he couldn't move the other side, but there couldn't be more spoilers.

There is no way, but the signboard is scary.

No matter what the identity of this mysterious guy is, he will not be lawless.

"FBI, that's amazing!"

Ethan glanced at the other party and chuckled, "You're threatening me, if I'm too scared, I can't help but shout, do you want me to feel scared?" ”

"This Mr. Undercover Agent?"

These words made the corners of O'Connor's eyes twitch wildly, and he gritted his teeth and stared at Ethan, keeping in mind the other man's appearance.

"Hahaha."

Toledo, who was a little annoyed, burst out laughing.

Although his heart was very unhappy, now he saw that O'Connor was even more unhappy, and he was so deflated that it was like drinking a cold bottle of beer, and his whole body was extremely comfortable.

"You crazy mom mess with Fack."

Jia Bo in the distance grinned and asked helplessly: "What are your hole cards, such a crazy provocation to the FBI, aren't you afraid that they will go crazy?" ”

"Don't be afraid."

Ethan stopped paying attention to the two men and walked to the table next to him and poured himself a full glass of whiskey: "He's just one person, he doesn't represent the entire FBI." ”

"As for the hole cards."

The wine glass covered his lips, he glanced around, and said unhurriedly to Jabber: "The handsome guy who is talking to you now is a very good CIA agent. ”

"So, you can rest assured."

The headset was silent for a while, and the sound of gnashing teeth sounded, and Jaber was extremely speechless: "Mom Fake Fake, even if you don't want to say it, can you find a better excuse." ”

Ethan ignored him this time, smothering the wine in his glass.

It's about the same time.

"Boom~~~"

In the cleared spot of the parking lot below, eight modified cars of different colors and shapes are lined up, and the roar of the engine is constantly sounding.

The rear wheels rubbed wildly on the ground, emitting clouds of white smoke.

This movement ignited the atmosphere of the scene.

More than a hundred drag racing enthusiasts remained here, gathered behind a row of modified cars ready to go, cheering excitedly, beer bottles held high in their hands.

The tense atmosphere made Ethan feel hot and dry.

He tapped the nitrogen cylinder in the middle of his seat and turned his head to look to the left, Toledo holding the steering wheel with one hand, pouting to look at himself that this guy would never miss the chance to crash himself.

He smiled at the legendary drag racer and looked to the right.

Inside the blue GTR, O'Connor was fully focused.

He noticed the gaze that fell on him and turned his head to look at it, his eyes full of defiance.

Ethan pouted, looking at this posture, it is very likely that he will be greeted by a left and right attack, and he must be cautious.

"Ding."

The tablet hanging from the air conditioner's vent makes a crisp sound, refreshing a road map.

At the same time, the countdown begins.

Ten.

Three magnificent bikini girls twisted their waists and walked to about 20 meters in front of the vehicle, and they supported their waists with one hand, showing their graceful posture.

Five.

All the cars roared at the same time, and the tires devoured inch by inch.

Three.

Several of the girls swallowed nervously and grabbed their hands on the bras that had been propped up.

Two.

"Huh."

With a violent grinding sound, red, black, and yellow, three thin, huge bras flew high.

Under the incandescent lamp, in the midst of frantic cheers.

Keep tumbling away. (End of chapter)