"Hey."

Someone took a sip of beer and raised his arms high: "Grandmother, you're in the wrong place, this is not a supermarket." ”

"Hahaha."

Everyone who noticed this scene burst into laughter.

"Let's go."

A big gold-chained old black stepped forward, shook his head and said, "This is not the place you should be, if you don't want the vehicle to be smashed." ”

It's hard to hear, but it's not bad.

The door creaked open, and a shiny leather shoe slammed firmly on the ground.

Under the ridicule of everyone, Ethan stroked his oil head carefully, and got out of the driver's seat with a cigarette in his mouth, he straightened his waist, and a pair of sharp eyes swept everyone on the scene.

This momentum is as if driving a Bugatti Veyron.

And not an old Corolla.

The bridge of the nose is straight, the handsome face, and the custom suit worth more than 10,000 dollars on the body, and the extremely domineering gaze.

The people who noticed him suddenly had an evaluation in their hearts.

Suit thugs!

This handsome and cool appearance made many women lick their lips, clamp their legs tightly, and want to immediately drag this man into the house and wreak havoc with him.

This arrogant appearance also attracted the dissatisfaction of some men.

Of course, they will not admit that they are like a second-rate person in front of this man.

"Bastard."

A flower turban came over with a beer bottle and scolded dissatisfiedly: "This is not a supermarket, and it is not a bank, you should get out now, or else." ”

"Hey."

His body as he walked forward was grabbed by someone else: "Are you crazy?" ”

"It's the black viper."

"Vipers?"

Flower Turban stopped in surprise.

"That's right."

The tall fat man who grabbed his arm looked at Ethan and said excitedly: "It's the viper tonight, this is a madman, it's a raging mom Jalan Fake, I like him." ”

"If you want to do something to him, I'll be the first to clean you up."

As the tall fat man's voice sounded, the crowd of onlookers also recognized the visitors one after another.

Even the guys who didn't watch the game just now were in a burst of whispering, figuring out the origin of the other party, and they all cast surprised looks.

I didn't expect it to be such a person.

Despite the bit of a violent vibe, it was the guy who looked like Sven got the qualification for the Braga driver, and tied for first place with the underground legend Toledo.

"Mr. Viper."

The big gold chain that greeted him just now looked at Ethan in surprise, and stammered: "I didn't expect you to be so handsome, your car can be parked casually, it doesn't matter where you park." ”

"Hahaha."

Hearing the other party's words, Ethan laughed kindly: "You speak very well, you can say a few more words." ”

"Huh."

With a flick of her fingers, Corolla's key flew forward: "If you can, please help me park the car." ”

"No problem."

The big gold chain excitedly took the car keys, and said excitedly under the envious eyes of everyone: "Don't worry, wrap it on me, if anyone wants to destroy your car, I will beat his out." ”

"Thank you."

Ethan stepped forward with a smile and gently patted the shoulder of the big gold chain.

When he came to the flower turban, his footsteps stopped.

"I'm sorry."

The flower turban didn't dare to look the other party in the eye, and muttered, "I didn't know it was you, Mr. Viper." ”

Shrugging his shoulders, Ethan stepped inside with one hand in his pocket.

That Viper, it must not be able to drive.

O'Connor would definitely put that car on the radar, and even if the other party didn't do that, the ragged car would be stopped by the patrol officer at any time.

There's no need to swagger around the market anymore.

After getting the car into the river, he took a taxi back to his rented apartment.

After some washing, I drove the Corolla.

As long as you have enough confidence, you won't care about other people's eyes, especially here is a drag racing party rally, and the flower headscarf is not afraid of him as a person, but afraid of the majesty when he drives.

To tell the truth, Ethan has really conquered a lot of fans.

If the flower turban dares to speak out, there will definitely be many people here to clean him up.

"Mr. Viper."

"Good evening."

"Have a good night, Mr. Viper."

"Hey, Viper, would you like to take us in for a drink or two?"

As Ethan walked through the crowd, greetings rang out everywhere he went, people, they were all vain, and he was no exception, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The glory of the winner is quite enjoyable.

Of course, than still have to pretend.

In the face of a greeting, he just put one hand in his pocket and nodded slightly.

In the eyes of others, it adds a bit of mystery.

Passing over the van with loud stereos, I went straight to the small building, which was supposed to be Campos's fixed playground, almost like a nightclub.

Coming inside, the quality of the girl has risen another notch.

The eye-full hip skirt and small hot pants made him look excited, and when he noticed Ethan coming, many girls came forward with a smile.

Rub the oil or let him rub the oil, both.

While he was addicted, Ethan was distracted from the radar.

This building obviously has a negative floor, with a lot of light points below, and there are two strong men guarding the elevator door diagonally opposite, which should be a special passage.

Under Campos' guidance, Ethan made his way up the stairs to the second floor.

At the top of the staircase, there are also bald men guarding them.

The two girls with ordinary looks shook their heads in refusal, and turned around and went downstairs angrily.

And a blonde girl with a good posture and figure walks in with her head held high, and the same is true for men, who have no connections and strength, will also be turned away.

"Mr. Viper."

The bald man saw Ethan appear, nodded and moved out of the way.

These guys all use that car as their name, or nickname.

Ethan had no intention of correcting it, and stepped up to the second floor.

Above, the same crowd is surging.

On the DJ stage, a woman in a bikini is dancing with passion.

The entire second floor is also a nightclub decoration style.

The blue and red neon lights decorate the top in a very psychedelic way, and the quality and quantity of girls here are much higher than the first floor, and the red men and women of Los Angeles are enjoying the party tonight.

His gaze flickered and stopped in the direction of the bar.

With a big bald head and a small white face, it was particularly conspicuous, and Ethan bit a cigarette and walked over.

"A cup of Bourbon."

waved his hand to the bartender, pulled out the barstool and sat down: "Pure, nothing more, thank you!" ”

This corner seems to be a little quiet.

Especially after coming by myself, it is quieter.

Taking the whiskey, Ethan raised his glass sideways: "Good evening, I thought this was the winner's party?" ”

Hearing this, O'Connor's face darkened.

Tress grinned and laughed at the undercover agent. (End of chapter)