My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"I see."

Jia Bo nodded slowly and did not ask to step forward.

If it hadn't been for Letty, if Ethan hadn't been here ready to attack those people, he would have run as far as he could.

This guy is very vigilant.

The three burrows of a cunning rabbit are not enough to describe it. Thirty burrows are almost enough.

"That's right." Jiabo rolled his eyes, rubbed his nose and said, "How about we rent a few apartments. The hotel doesn't feel very comfortable."

"Is it uncomfortable?"

Ethan glanced at him sideways and said mockingly: "Is it still inconvenient for you to run away when something happens?"

"Please."

Jiabo spread his hands and said shamelessly: "Isn't this the same meaning?"

"Don't worry, I'll do it online."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed his phone and poked at it: "Damn it, there's the Mexican tycoon on one side and the FBI on the other. I have to find someone with an outdoor fire stairway."

"We also need to monitor and install an early warning system when intruding."

"If more than three people appear at the same time, an alarm signal will be sent to my mobile phone."

While muttering, his fingers flipped rapidly.

Hearing these words, Ethan's forehead was full of black lines. With this cautious attitude, no wonder Jiabo could be extremely rampant online and at the same time be carefree in real life.

His whole body was covered in oil, and what stood out was his slippery hand.

"cough."

Ethan coughed heavily and reminded him: "Let's get down to business. Help me find information about underground racing in Los Angeles. I can use it."

"how?"

Jia Bo looked puzzled. He shrugged and said, "Do you want to go practice?"

"I said, are you crazy?"

"Why go racing with those people? You are no match for them. Why don't you think of other ways to get close to that Campos?"

"It's not practice."

Ethan gave the accelerator a little and quickly turned the steering wheel: "And believe me, this is the easiest way, bar none."

"Squeak~"

Under his control, the second-hand Corolla made a violent friction sound, white smoke emitted from the tires, and the whole car spun silkily on the road.

Such a violent swing startled Jiabo.

He quickly grasped the handrail firmly to stabilize his thrown body. The shock quickly passed, and after spinning two circles smoothly on the spot, he immediately became excited.

Fixed circle drift is the basic movement in drifting.

But the effect it released was so eye-catching that passersby whistled excitedly when they saw it.

"boom."

Turning the steering wheel quickly again, Ethan stepped on the accelerator.

Even though the Corolla had tried its best to hum, the sluggishness of Rourou was still very obvious, especially after the drift just now, the soft acceleration now made Jabber extremely unhappy.

It felt like peeing openly, but only a few drops were left in the end.

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Ethan stepped on the Corolla's accelerator pedal unhappily: "I need a racing car, a modified one."

"We don't know how to modify it!"

Jia Bo let go of the armrest and shrugged: "To be honest, the last time I touched engine oil was the last time."

"However, I have a little more confidence in your skills."

He pinched his little finger and said nonchalantly: "You have proved yourself. Now you can really give it a try. If it doesn't work, we can think of other ways."

"That's right, you need a good car."

Just like this Corolla, no matter how good the technology is, it will be reduced to rubbish by others in an instant.

He frowned at the thought.

Things like modifying cars are completely beyond my capabilities.

"That's why I asked you to search for information about underground events." Ethan turned the steering wheel and grinned: "We don't know how to modify cars, but we are good at robbing."

"Can't we just grab one and bring it back?"

"Hahaha."

The car was speeding, and the two of them laughed wildly. Their wanton laughter was instantly swept away by the wind and waves.

Late night in Los Angeles is manic.

At least for these drag racing gangs, it is gasoline, not blood, that pumps their hearts.

These wanton and reckless people are often the targets of patrol police's attacks.

Under the viaduct, the atmosphere was extremely lively.

Gasoline barrels were lit up one by one, making the hot girls in cool clothes covered with glistening sweat. Seven or eight illegally modified racing cars roared below.

Someone was burning tires back and forth, creating white smoke like crazy.

Some people simply parked their cars and grabbed the girl's slim waist from left to right, showing off the car they had painstakingly modified.

"Which one do you like?"

In a corner not far away, two men with comfortable expressions were sitting on the curb, drinking beers.

Jia Bo bit his cigarette, narrowed his eyes and continued:

"That GTR looks good."

The vehicle is colorfully painted, and the chassis emits pink light to the ground. The front hood is replaced with a transparent acrylic panel, so you can directly see the working of the machine inside.

Just from the looks of it, it looks great and pretty cool.

But even though Ethan didn't understand it, he could still tell that it was just a fake, perfect for picking up girls.

But when it comes to competition, it's just a piece of garbage.

"no."

Ethan shook his head slowly and looked in another direction: "There is a rule that never changes, from the quarterback of the high school football team to the star agent on Wall Street."

"Only the strong can be favored by beautiful women."

His eyes fell on a muscle car: "No, this is what I said, this car must be the best in the world."

"cut."

Jabber snorted and looked at the black Dodge with disgust.

However, he had to admit that what Ethan said made sense. Beside that ugly American muscle car, there were the most beautiful girls in the audience gathered.

The driver doesn't look very handsome either, he just wears a simple leather jacket.

But here, he is the one that attracts the most attention.

Judging from his clothes, he is not very rich.

Then it can be confirmed that this guy's driving skills are very good, and the car he drives is naturally not bad.

"what to do?"

Jabo threw the beer bottle wrapped in a paper bag aside: "Just go up and grab it, or what else?"

"Please."

Ethan rolled his eyes: "We are all gentlemen, don't be so violent."

"Just wait a little longer."

This small drag racing rally soon started competing, and the beautiful black Dodge Viper that Ethan took a fancy to, as he expected, won first place with a far lead.

The driver took the money he won, hugged the girl, and happily prepared to get in the car and go home.

"FBI."

A loud shout rang out from behind the bridge pillar.

The guy holding a badge rushed out with a gun and fired several shots into the sky.

"Boom boom boom~"

The roar sounded suddenly.

The vehicles and people at the scene were immediately scared to death and dispersed like birds and beasts.

The driver who didn't have time to get on the bus pushed the girl in his arms away, spread his legs and ran like a rabbit. He jumped into a dark corner in a few times and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Bang bang bang."

The guy pulled the trigger several more times and continued to yell: "Don't run, Team A, chase to the left."

The gunfire stopped and the scene was silent.

Only a few girls who had no time to escape squatted down shivering and held their heads in their hands in panic.

"look."

Ethan lowered his pistol, turned around and shrugged at Jabber who walked out of the shadows:

"Sometimes, it's just that simple."

Under the stunned expression of the girl who had just been pushed to the ground, the so-called FBI and an Asian man with a red comb head Shi Shiran got into the Dodge Viper equipped with a nitrogen accelerator.

The man winked at her and drove away in his vehicle. (End of chapter)