In the repair shop, the atmosphere was a little dreary.

As soon as the operational meeting began, more and more problems were discovered.

"I wondered, can we make a mobile stage?"

Moya asked. She remembered that when they were performing in Sunset Square last night, they found out that there was a grumpy old man who ran away.

Bai Zhe immediately understood her thoughts. Squatting, right, we're not going to set the spot.

"Moya, you are indeed a genius."

"I'm tired of hearing it, so I'll blow it in a different way next time. We laid out the wireless charging pad in the back of the car, connected the musical instrument and audio microphone on it, and put the drone on the roof of the car.

We sing wherever the car goes, and if the situation is not right, we will run when we step on the accelerator. ”

"Then I'll have to rent a bigger car, I'll find it."

Rogge also felt that there was something wrong and immediately took action.

Bai Zhe has never learned to drive, Mo Ya is barely strong, and the responsibility of the driver can only be handed over to Rogge.

Most of the areas in the border area cannot drive maglev trucks, and the pipeline has not been laid here. That old-fashioned convertible truck is hard to drive, let alone drive fast enough to run.

On the other side, there was good news from Colin.

[There are 5 who have taken it, and they are willing to reprint and support you, so it cost 1200]

[So cheap? 】

[There is a "Lao Xue Rock for 21 years", seeing that you want to scare the Luna God Records, I resolutely don't want money. There is also a symbolic collection of 100, moisturizing the pen]

[I helped a lot, I'll go and thank you]

[No need, you send me the original version of "Rusty", and I will transfer it to them]

[Issued]

After a while.

[No, the music you play is really weird.] How could this thing be plagiarized and copied from the zoo? 】

For your sake, bear with me.

The confidence of the three people who received the news was greatly boosted. It seems that Luna Records has a really bad reputation in the industry.

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That night, at 22:50.

The kite bar is still thriving, and many new customers are waiting for the magical band to perform, but they have not shown up for a long time.

Also anxious were Cuibana and the six brothers he had brought.

A month or two ago, Victor asked him to take someone to find a small girl named Moya and force him to sign a contract.

As a result, after blocking people, the little man took out his bat without saying a word, and was watched by passers-by after the fight. He taught the imp a lesson and withdrew.

Because this matter was not done well, he was scolded by the boss, and even this month's inhibitor was detained.

I thought that this matter was finally over, but today Victor called him again, and the titanium fist slapped him in the face, ordering him to deal with this matter cleanly. If he doesn't handle it well, he can get out.

The more Kuibana waited, the more he felt that something was wrong, why hadn't anyone come yet.

"Did you say something to them that shouldn't have been said?"

His two green electronic eyes locked on the boss Lawrence, and his metal fist slammed into the bar, and the surrounding customers quickly dodged when they saw this.

"No, no, how dare I."

Lawrence had a smile on his face.

"I've been urging them several times, probably because they're in a hurry."

He opened the chat interface very sincerely and showed Kuibana that he was really urging.

He couldn't have harmed Moya and them, but he didn't dare to provoke the Marano family.

Moya: [We've arrived]

A reply pops up on the chat interface.

Arrived? Where?

Kuibana looked around, but there was no shadow of anyone. You're not here at all, where are you hiding!

Lawrence panicked too. He sent such an obvious hint to Rogge, he wouldn't be too stupid to see it.

Don't come, don't come.

A minute passes. Two minutes passed.

"Did you hear anything?"

"It seems to be a little, not background music, boom boom."

Whew——!

The signature roar pours in through the cracks in the doors and windows, followed by piano notes and super-rhythmic drum beats.

Here they come, here they are, outside!

While most of the guests were still confused, the regular customers had already squeezed towards the door.

The building where the kite bar is located is an entertainment venue. Ballroom, chess and card room, bathhouse, dream hall.

After a roar, one window after another opened. Some watched the excitement, some were frightened, and some gave them the middle finger.

At eleven o'clock, everyone's nightlife has just begun.

On a fire-red open-top pickup truck with very angry spray paint, Moya waved the drum stick passionately, Rogge waved the robotic arm to greet the audience, and Bai Zhe was booming.

Guests squeezed through the gate to point their cameras at the band, which had made its debut in a new way.

Rogge didn't pick up the car until seven o'clock in the evening, and it was almost nine o'clock by the time they had installed the equipment and adjusted it. Rehearsed a few times, squeezed two sticks of nutritional paste to eat, and drove over.

They were supposed to be tired, but when the roar sounded, there seemed to be a fire burning in their chests. Burning has just begun, and it's far from the time to rust.

"White snow, gray ice, red sun rust all ......"

Standing in the back of a truck is much more uncomfortable than being on a small stage in a bar, and you can't stretch your hands and feet at all.

But it's impossible to shut up.

At the same time, Cuibana and his brothers were all stuck in the store, unable to see what was going on outside.

"What are you squeezing, do you have any quality!"

A drunken old man passionately opened the mic towards Cuibana, so angry that he raised his stainless steel right arm, revealing the Marano family's mechanical crocodile logo on his arm.

"The gangs are amazing! The Iron Arm is amazing! My ** is still pure gold! ”

Kuibana couldn't take it anymore and slapped the other person away.

"Damn, the gang has beaten someone!"

Someone yelled next to him, and the scene was even more chaotic, and Kuibana couldn't squeeze out at all.

On the other side, Bai Zhe saw a few familiar faces in the crowd, and he was a little excited, and played two wrong notes.

It's the three of the Placebo Band. Angel, Leslie, and his bass teacher, Zuo Ming.

"You listen to what people knock, and then listen to what you knock, alas."

"Let's kick Leslie, Anjie, you go and kidnap the drummer."

As the two listened, they shouted awesome and counted down the drummer Leslie. The drummer can only listen obediently, and only promise.

Without him, it was really the Mo on the truck that was too dazzling.

Her technique isn't particularly outstanding, but her state of performance, the emotion and power she gives to the drums, is unparalleled.

Bai Zhe waved at them and picked up the microphone: "What are you yelling at?" Who are you waiting for! ”

"Whew——!"

"Quack ——!"

"Meow ——!"

The roar of the rusty sun and the howls of the listeners resounded throughout the streets, and the sound of scolding could be faintly heard in the distance.

"Get out of the way! Get the fuck out of the way! ”

A strong man more than two meters tall squeezed out of the doorway, a large area of his body reflected a metallic luster, and his right arm and legs were replaced by prosthetics.

"It's him."

Moya whispered. He was the leader of the group that attacked her that day.

"Withdraw first."

Rogge propped himself up with his robotic arm and jumped into the cab to start the engine.

"We're disbanding the band next month! Let's go, we're going to run! ”

Moya played the last drum, and Bai Zhe shouted to disperse the people in front of the car, while packing up the equipment to prevent damage in the bumps.

"Don't try to run!"

Kuibana turned on the burst mode of his legs, bent his upper body forward, and his feet instantly cracked the ground, and his speed soared from stationary to 8 meters per second, and it was still growing.

As soon as the truck started, the distance between the two had been reduced to less than 20 meters.

Go, Eye of the Kuroshio.

Sneak into his shadow and scare him.

The pale eyes opened, and the shadows rippled.

Running wildly, Kuibana's brain was empty, and he fell into the mud and rolled more than a dozen laps on the road.