Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 252 Car Race

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 252 Car Race

“Buzz buzz buzz—”

"Buzz buzz-"

"Buzz-"

Late at night, at two o'clock in the morning, the sound of powerful car engines continued to echo on the streets of Brooklyn.

The streets are filled with all kinds of vehicles,

Dodge Charger, Dodge Ram, Nissan IDX, Dodge Viper ACR, Honda S2000 Toyota GT86, Ford hotrod, Plymouth Barracuda, Nissan GT-R

These cars come in different types, including American muscle cars, sports cars, and Nissan coupes, but no matter what kind of cars they are, they all have a common feature, that is, these cars have all undergone extensive modifications.

From the exhaust pipe, to the engine, from the taillights to the car wrap, in these heavily modified racing cars that pursue extreme speed, you may not be able to find a single unmodified part in the entire car.

"It looks like there are a lot of people here today. Let me go and see how much the bonus is this time?"

Wearing a black leather jacket with copper nails and a golden lip ring on his lips, the black man dressed like a hip-hop singer.

He walked around the crowd, bumped fists with a few "good friends" he knew well, and soon got the news he wanted from these good friends who had gone shopping together for zero* yuan.

"Dear, the prize for the winner of this competition is two hundred thousand dollars! Cool!"

The black racing driver reached out and hugged the white girl sitting on the hood of his blue Chevrolet car, and the two kissed passionately!

The racing girl, who was wearing extremely cool clothes and her skirt even exposed her pp, responded enthusiastically to the black racing driver. After a long time, the two separated.

"How is the strength of the competitors this time?"

"The threats are still those people, the German brothers, Bob, and by the way, there is also a female racing driver who has a strong momentum recently.

But it doesn’t matter, my car’s engine has just been modified and a liquid nitrogen acceleration system has been added, so their car can only eat dust behind me.”

The black racing driver hugged his girlfriend and raised his middle finger in a demonstrative manner towards two tall, thin, bald men with tattoos on their faces not far away. The other side also raised their middle finger in response.

"How's it going, Giselle! I see that many of the people here today are familiar faces. Do you have any chance of winning?"

The obese fat agent wearing a baseball cap came to a red sports car,

In front of the car door, a woman wearing jeans and a white polo shirt leaned in front of the car door. Her delicate face and straight and slender legs attracted many people nearby to salivate.

Just now, the woman had rejected at least seven or eight waves of riders who came up to chat with her.

"Paul, you are my agent, you should trust my driving skills!" Giselle patted the red sports car next to her. Her eyes under her orange sunglasses curved into crescents, and she seemed to be in a good mood.

"However, what I am most concerned about is, how much is the prize money for this competition?"

Hearing Giselle mention the bonus, Paul's fat, white face was full of anger: "These stingy vampires, the registration fee is five thousand dollars.

This is not a competition organized by Xincha, it is just an ordinary underground car race. The registration fee is so high. Damn it, these guys must have received kickbacks!

When I see Xincha one day, I will definitely complain to him!"

When Giselle heard Paul's words, her eyes lit up under her sunglasses: "Paul, you know Xincha, the largest organizer of underground racing in New York! Xincha, the king of racing!"

"Girl, your news is a bit out of date. Xincha is now not only the organizer of underground racing in New York, but

The shadow of Sincha is behind all the slightly famous racing competitions in the entire Federation. It is said that he even controls the behind-the-scenes handicap of the FIA ​​GT competition!"

A young white man with a scorpion tattoo on his arm, wearing an empty black suit with bare abdominal muscles, walked up to the two of them, and while chatting, he looked at Giselle from head to toe without leaving a trace, his eyes

The emphasis was placed on her pair of slender legs.

"Hey! Bob, stay away from my people!" Fat Paul yelled at the young white man angrily.

"Your people!" The young white man sneered: "Old Paul, this inexperienced little girl was fooled by you at the first sight, so why are you bragging about your relationship with Xincha again!"

As Paul's face changed from green to red, and he looked a little embarrassed, the young white man unceremoniously exposed his background to Giselle:

"Don't listen to old Paul's nonsense. He and Xincha were just neighbors before, they were two buildings apart.

Now Xincha has no idea whether he will be able to recognize him after seeing him.

Old Paul has been using the name of Sincha to trick young drivers who don’t know the truth into working for him!”

"Madam, how about you come with me? My cousin is the organizer of this competition. If you really want to get to know Xincha, I can ask my cousin to introduce him to you!"

Giselle glanced at Old Paul and did not agree to Bob's invitation. At the same time, she did not refuse. Instead, she patted the roof of the sports car behind her:

"Do you want to chase me or sleep with me? If you can beat me in this competition, how about I give you this chance?"

"That's what you said!" Bob stared at Giselle's legs with greedy eyes, and he wanted to swallow her whole right then and there.

As if he was afraid that Giselle would regret it, he turned around, raised his fists, and loudly announced the bet to the crowd.

For a time, cheers, screams, whistles, and sighs rang out simultaneously in this underground racing venue.

"Bob, you son of a bitch, that beauty belongs to me, just wait and eat my exhaust!"

"Your body is as skinny as a stick, you can't do it with me!"

"Beauty, can you include me in the bet—"

…

"Giselle, although Bob is a drug addict, his driving skills are very high. Since Toledo left New York underground racing, Bob's racing skills have been ranked among the top in the entire underground racing world in New York.

ten!"

Old Paul looked at Giselle with some worry. He didn't want to see Giselle make a so-called bet with Bob and marry a sinister, poisonous insect. This girl's life would be ruined.

The corners of Giselle's eyes curled up behind her sunglasses: "Top ten in New York, that's just right. I hope he sees my taillights!"

When Old Paul saw the confident Giselle, he knew that persuasion was useless, so he said nothing more and began to carefully explain to her the rules of this underground racing competition and several opponents that needed attention.

"Buzz buzz-"

Just as the race was about to start, bursts of powerful sports cars roared.

Several extremely luxurious-looking sports cars drove into the arena from behind the blockade, including a red Ferrari, a white Porsche 911, a black Lamborghini, and a blue McLaren P1.

Compared to the assembled race cars that cost hundreds of thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars in the arena, these sports cars worth millions of dollars were like a few red-crowned cranes landing among the chickens when they appeared, and they immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"You are racing, how about adding two more people?"

The red scissor door of the Ferrari opened, and Ju Ziyun, wearing a sailor suit, got out of the driver's seat with a lollipop in his mouth.

"This is a very dangerous underground racing competition. It's very dangerous. As a kid from a rich family, I advise you to stay away!"

Bob's cousin, a middle-aged white man with cockscomb hair, was happily counting the banknotes in his hands with several of his subordinates.

Every time this kind of underground racing competition is held, the most profitable thing is of course not the driver's registration fee, but the peripheral gambling, and the people watching these competitions are just small heads.

In this car race, a drone broadcast the entire event live to some of their customers, who would place bets on their designated software APP.

After a game, there are millions of dollars in gambling money alone. Of course, the majority of this has to be handed over to the superiors, but the little soup and water leaking from the fingers of the big shots is enough for little people like them to eat and drink.

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Seeing that several rich second-generation people wanted to participate in the competition, he walked out of the crowd and began to dissuade them. He did not want to cause trouble.

If something goes wrong in a multi-million dollar racing bet, he may be directly stuffed into a cement bucket and thrown into New York Harbor by the boss.

The door of the white Porsche 911 opened. Zheng Daoen, who was dressed as a little girl, got out of the car and opened the front hood of the Porsche and took out a nylon bag like a bedding.

Zheng Daoen carried the bulging bag with one hand and threw it directly at the feet of the middle-aged white man.

"I heard that there is a registration fee to participate in your competition. Here is one million. How about the registration fee for the two of us? Is it enough?"

The middle-aged white man looked at the green U.S. dollars exposed in the open bag and felt a little moved.

“Our track is full of riders!”

"That's easy, just ask them to give up two of them! What's the prize money for your competition championship? Two hundred thousand dollars. Well, whoever is willing to give up his track, come here and get two hundred thousand dollars and leave!"

………

Looking at Jung Da Eun and Goo Ja Yoon who are so "arrogant and domineering" that they throw money at people,

Tang Song opened the Lamborghini's convertible, lit a cigar, and smiled as he watched the two little girls smash out two runways with money.

These underground racers obviously couldn't resist the temptation of two hundred thousand dollars.

Meow!

In the little naughty arms, the culprit big cat turned over, exposing its white belly, and let the little naughty stroke it.

Next to her, in the driver's seat of the McLaren P1, which also turned on the open-top mode, Skye looked at the little naughty with some envy, and simply kicked Tang out of the Lamborghini, sat on it, and met the little naughty to play with the cat.

Facing the cruel woman, Boss Tang could only give up his seat obediently.

Standing far away, smoking a cigar, watching a group of racing drivers driving their cars to the starting point.

Compared to the few expensive super cars they drove and the beautiful beauties like Skye, Little Naughty, and Goo Ziyun,

A pretty face like Boss Tang has attracted the attention of most of the racing girls.

"Rich people" like the Tang and Song Dynasties and their daily lives were completely two different classes, like two parallel lines that would never touch.

Seeing Tang Song getting out of the car alone, many women's hot eyes seemed to be glued to him.

Some bold ones quietly lowered their clothes and walked towards Tang and Song Dynasty, hoping to catch this traitor.

If you really can't catch one, you can just have a one-night stand with such a rich and handsome guy.

When the time comes, if you do some tricks to stop the elves, maybe you can become a rich man in the upper class based on the wealth of your mother and your son.

There were so many blazing eyes that Boss Tang, a major cultivator of alchemy, couldn't resist it. He didn't even notice that a pair of equally blazing eyes were looking at him carefully through the rearview mirror of the racing car.

If it had been any other time, Tang and Song's spiritual consciousness would have discovered this kind of peeping at the first time, but now in this scene, there are too many people peeping at him, especially women, and they are all non-hostile.

Spying eagerly.

The bold one even ogled him directly, completely ignoring his boyfriend beside him.

"Tang and Song!" Giselle felt her hands shaking a little. She looked at the man smoking a cigar through the rearview mirror. She didn't expect that the target would appear in front of her so easily.

Originally, according to Mossad's arrangement, she needed to first get in touch with a guy named Xincha under Tang and Song Dynasty, and then step into the inside of this criminal group.

Unexpectedly, she saw the final BOSS in an inconspicuous underground car race!

"Calm down, calm down!"

Giselle patted her pretty face and forced herself to calm down. According to Mossad's intelligence files, this Tang Song was probably a powerful supernatural being.

If he were to see the flaw, he would definitely die miserably.

How can I get close to him?

"Buzz buzz!"

"Buzz buzz-"

Just when Giselle was distracted, several racing cars had already entered the preparation stage.

As a racing girl in a bikini waved the flag in her hand, several racing cars rushed out of the track like arrows.

On the large screen set up next to it, the organizer thoughtfully used a drone to conduct a real-time live broadcast.

It can be seen that the starting speed of several racing cars is not slow, especially the red Ferrari and the white Porsche 911. Their own engine horsepower is far higher than that of ordinary racing cars, not to mention that they have been modified by experts.

Koo Ja-yoon and Jung Da-eun obviously did not put their opponents on anyone other than each other. They stepped on the accelerator all the way and kept going at full speed even when cornering.

The two supercars were almost running side by side.

Apply the brakes? Reduce speed? Non-existent.

With the physical quality of the two of them, even if the car did have an accident, it would be impossible to be harmed.

As for the other racers, you can barely even see the taillights of their cars.

Liquid nitrogen acceleration is only used at the end of the game when the gap is not big.

The only thing that could stay within a hundred meters behind the two of them was a red sports car.

Giselle could only feel her adrenaline soaring to the limit. After pressing the secret switch in the sports car, the power system that imitated the Kirita flying motorboat purchased from the black market made her feel that her car was not

Not running, but flying.

At this speed, even a small mistake, even an insignificant stone, could cause her car to be destroyed and people killed. But even at this speed, she still couldn't catch up with the two racing cars in front of her.

"Two lunatics!"

By the end, Giselle could even feel the clang of loose screws in her sports car under the powerful power system.

She had to slow down the car. After she slowed down, she discovered that the white POLO shirt was almost completely soaked with sweat, and the faint purple vagina was exposed under the translucent clothes.

………

"Sir, we need to talk!"

After Tang Song declined another invitation from a blond Persian cat to play poker tonight,

While smoking a cigar, I was sighing at my own charm.

A middle-aged white man with a cockscomb haircut walked up to him, his face visibly gloomy.

"You! Talk to me? What are you talking about?" Tang Song looked at the guy wearing a cross and a devil tattoo on his arm with amusement, and casually flicked away half of the cigar in his hand.

"Sir, I don't know where you are from, but it's obvious that you ruined this game!"

The middle-aged white man said with a slightly threatening tone: "Did you offend someone you shouldn't offend?"

"Huh? Let me guess? It was you who started the bet after this game.

Then the two of them participated in the competition, but you didn't add them to the bet and didn't open any handicap, so shouldn't this be a good thing, the banker takes all!?"

Tang Song held his chin and looked at the middle-aged white man with cockscomb hair in front of him playfully. With his five senses, even without using his spiritual sense, he could hear what this guy said angrily to his men.

At this moment, the face of the middle-aged white man with cockscomb hair is almost as ugly as constipation. The Asian in front of him is right. In theory, this situation is indeed a house-take-all situation.

But once those gamblers revealed the matter and the matter reached his boss's boss Xincha, he would be dead.

In order to make extra money and affect the gang's income, if this kind of thing is discovered, he will be shot to death directly. Damn it, he didn't expect that these two wealthy second-generation people who were just playing for money had such high driving skills.

Glancing at the two super gun trucks, one white and one red, on the big screen, the middle-aged white man with the cockscomb hair felt his intestines turning green. If he had known that these two people would be added to the betting handicap, how could he have done what he is doing now.

"Listen, kid, if you don't want to die, you'd better spend another four million to settle this matter!"

The best way that the cockscomb-headed middle-aged man can think of is to collect a sum of money and give it to the boss above to settle the matter.

He is an ordinary little boss and obviously cannot afford such a large sum of money, but the Asian guy driving a super car in front of him is obviously a big fat sheep.

"Four million! Is that enough?" Tang Song stretched out his hand with a smile, and a man in black quietly walked out of the darkness and respectfully handed Tang Song a checkbook.

Tang Song signed a check, tore it off, and handed it to the middle-aged man with a cock-comb head: "Here is five million. Since it is a rule we broke, I accept it, take it, and return the gambling money to those gamblers.

By the way, tell Xincha and let him pay some compensation to those gamblers!"

The middle-aged man with cockscomb hair looked at the cold-eyed bodyguard who suddenly appeared next to Tang Song. Hearing Tang Song's gentle but thunderous words, he had an unknown premonition in his heart.

He tremblingly took the check handed over by Tang Song. The moment he saw the signature, he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

It's broken and I'm going to be fed to the devil!

He seemed to be stunned, and a stream of warm water flowed out of his pants.

………

"Who's winning?"

On two nearly scrapped supercars, one red and one white, the two girls glared at each other unconvincingly, and then looked at the referee.

"Well, from the game video, the two hit the line at the same time!"

The referee looked at the boss who had been slumped on the ground since just now, as if he was demented. Faced with the questioning of the two rich second generations, he could only stumble and speak.

"No, let's compete again!" Zheng Dao'en was obviously a little unconvinced. She couldn't beat Goo Ja-yun in terms of skill. Could it be that she couldn't beat her in racing? She wouldn't accept a draw.

"Let's compete, don't cry to the uncle for a while!" Ju Ziyun's little face with baby fat had a sarcastic smile, and Zheng Daen was so angry that he ran away.

"Buzz buzz-"

"Buzz buzz-"

“Buzz buzz buzz—”

Just as the two little girls were preparing for another game, several sports cars quickly drove nearby, the first of which was a yellow customized version of the Bumblebee.

The door of the Hornet opened, and a black man wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, limited-edition sneakers, and a gold chain around his neck trotted into the arena and came to Tang Song's side.

"boss!"

Xincha lowered his head, not daring to look at Tang Song's face at all. The sweat on his head flowed down like raindrops.

"boss!"

"Big boss!"

A group of big men headed by Xin Cha saluted Tang and Song respectfully without daring to move. Many underground racers recognized several of these big men.

Many of them are New York underground racing organizers and gang bosses,

The leader was Xin Cha. Some people who recognized Xin Cha whispered to the people around them.

Xincha, then this Asian is...

Some smart people quickly thought of the name that was like a demon in the underground world, and then the scene of the underground car race suddenly became so quiet, it was as if you could hear the sound of a pindrop.

"Okay, enough fun, let's go home!"

Tang Song patted Xincha on the shoulder, greeted Ju Ziyun and Zheng Daoen, who were facing tit-for-tat, and walked towards the McLaren.

From the dark shadows, seven or eight burly men wearing black suits and icy faces walked out, silently following Tang Song.

Soon someone sent two brand new super sports cars, which were exactly the same as the two cars that Goo Ja Yoon and Jung Da Eun had damaged during the competition.

The two little girls were riding in a car, speeding up the accelerator, treating the road back to the manor as a race track.

…………

"Boss! How will they deal with it?"

Watching the big boss's car drive away, Xincha dared to raise his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead. At this time, two of his subordinates pressed all the organizers of the underground car race over.

"Since it is the order of the big boss, inform those gamblers that this racing bet is void and everyone's money will be compensated double. As for him, let him live and deal with it according to gang rules!"

Xincha couldn't figure out the big boss's thoughts, so he didn't let these guys disappear into the New York harbor for the time being.

"Where are the people?!"

When Giselle drove her sports car back to the starting point, which was the end point, she was a little dumbfounded when she looked at the empty and dark street.

Where were the people who were bustling just now!?

……………

"Um?"

Inside the convertible McLaren, Tang Song pressed the accelerator to the bottom, and the racing car driven by two little girls was chasing each other.

Suddenly Tang and Song felt the vibration of something in the Wuyin bag.

He held the steering wheel with one hand and took out a transparent gem from his five-yin bag. Inside the gem, there was a faint blue energy vortex flashing.

(End of chapter)