"Hahaha."

Looking at the departing blue GTR, there was a burst of laughter from the scene.

The white boy, in particular, was smiling so happily.

"Bang bang."

Another excited applause rang out, and Phoenix stretched out his fist excitedly at Ethan: "I thought you were a little white face, but now it seems that you are not, you are a real man and a real driver." ”

"Thank you."

Ethan smiled and slammed his fist firmly with the other.

"Da~"

Campos snapped his fingers and looked over with an appreciative expression: "Congratulations, both of you are now Braga drivers." ”

"You deserve these rewards."

He took the two silver suitcases handed by the subordinates next to him, and handed them out one left and one right.

"Thank you."

Ethan unceremoniously took the box of money and lifted the buckle with his hand.

Inside was a wad of cash, exuding the fragrance of ink.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It's always a good thing to have money to earn, even if you earn a hundred dollars, you're happy.

Toledo was much more calm.

He nodded, took the box, and looked at Campos fixedly.

This money is not his goal.

"The GPS in the car, you guys take it." Campos smiled and pointed to the inside of their car: "There will be information for you tomorrow, but when the time comes, you can change to a car, a normal car." ”

"I think the two of you will be very popular tonight."

He opened his arms and laughed, "It's party time, we need alcohol, women, and stimulation." ”

The words fell, and the ghost cried wolf howl.

Everyone cheered and jumped for a thrill after such a fierce racing competition, and they all needed a big party to vent their excitement.

The roar of the engine rang out one after another, and the crowd dispersed excitedly.

"Hey."

A magnificent girl slapped Ethan's ass hard: "Please tell me, you will go to the party, I also have some special skills, you should like it very much." ”

After speaking, she shook the killing weapon in her chest.

At the same time, bite the red lip hard.

"Ahem."

Ethan was embarrassed to refuse this request.

He coughed lightly, shook out his cigarette, and lit it with a lighter.

He also has to indulge at this time, crazy racing, which needs to be ended by a crazy party.

And also to see if we can find a way to find the traces of Braga.

"Guys."

The long-legged girl Gizel did not leave with Campos, but came forward: "I need your fingerprints, it's the rule." ”

"It's simple."

With a push of her hand, she lit up the tablet: "Just press your thumb up." ”

This woman is no longer that cold look.

She stared at the two in front of her with interest, her hands firmly grasping the tablet.

This kind of thing is expected, since it is a shipment, Braga definitely does not need a guy of unknown origin, background check is a must, Ethan has been prepared for it for a long time.

With Garber here, it's still very easy to get a few criminal records temporarily.

Extend your thumb and press the screen.

Toledo's identity is even more insignificant, and many of the drag racing parties know him, so they don't care about the identity investigation process at all.

"Thank you."

Gizel put away the tablet, twisted his waist and turned to leave: "The party address and time will be sent to your mobile phone, not a requirement, but I suggest that you better go to the scene." ”

"Campos, there's something to talk to you about."

With her hips swinging, she pulled open the door of a Mercedes Benz and sat sideways.

The rear wheels spun wildly, pulling out puffs of smoke.

The next moment, it rushed forward like an arrow from a string, and after two or three strokes, it drifted and disappeared at the end of the street.

Looking at the empty end of the street, Ethan narrowed his eyes.

This woman is not simple, just a few silky movements just now, which are not something that ordinary people can play.

She went to the tournament just now, and it was perfectly fine.

"Bump."

Next to it, the Chevrolet SS flicked the door.

Toledo looked at Ethan with a calm face, and started the car with his head down, and the old muscle car, which had been smashed into tatters, let out a rumbling sound, and quickly left the place.

O'Connor is a spoiler, this guy is not.

At the very least, he could know the details of O'Connor, but this guy didn't know anything.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that he is very difficult to mess with.

But at this time, he can only see one step at a time, and nothing can hinder his determination to take revenge, if this man dares to get in the way of what he does, he doesn't mind killing him too.

Toledo withdrew his gaze from the car's rearview mirror and pressed the accelerator hard.

Ethan didn't know these thoughts.

He didn't care what anyone else thought, he just bit his cigarette and scratched his head as he looked at the pitted viper.

How handsome he was before, how ugly he is now.

Let the original owner of the vehicle see it with his own eyes, and the other party can't believe that this tattered goods will be his own car.

Biting on a cigarette, he pulled open the rattling door.

Soon, I received an address from Jaber.

The party takes place two hours later, which is to leave enough time for people to prepare.

After this fierce competition, everyone needs to make adjustments.

Ethan put the suitcase into the space and quickly left the place, and if he didn't leave, the Los Angeles city police would come over to clean up in a while.

"Boom~"

The restless sound of engines and the cheers of the crowd resounded in the middle of the night on the secluded streets.

Along with it, there is also deafening rap music.

Several modified cars are frantically burning tires, spinning in circles, creating clouds of smoke and pushing the atmosphere up.

Around these vehicles, there are many people gathered.

They raised their glasses and cheered with the frantic friction of the tires, and the excitement of the race just now did not subside, but intensified.

Inside, there is a small building with a gray façade.

In the open space outside the small building, there are more than a dozen extremely cool modified racing cars, and more than 100 people are surrounded by these expensive racing cars, all of whom are constantly writhing to the sound of music.

This kind of gathering is the most attractive for party creatures.

And the place where you play racing is full of high-quality babes of all races, and attractive vest lines can be seen everywhere.

As far as the eye can see, all of them are graceful figures.

These people who like to play with cars may lack any resources in their hands, but girls are impossible to lack, and a few women can be called out with a phone call.

It's such a cool party.

Around the corner, a Corolla turns slowly.

Fifty or sixty percent of the new body, badly worn tires, and the sound of a weak engine are all out of place here.

In the stunned gaze of many people.

The grandmother's car and grocery cart unceremoniously stopped slowly at the entrance of the party site.

(End of chapter)