My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"I have a question."

A voice suddenly emerged from the crowd: "What will be transported at that time, and what will be loaded on the car?"

Everyone's eyes were looking at one place.

Toledo shrugged and met Campos's gaze.

"Braga will pay."

Phoenix wiped the short hair on his head and stood up slowly: "You don't need to know."

There was a hint of evil in his tone.

What Campos said just now made him a little unhappy.

The opponent's jumping out at this time was exactly what he wanted, and he had to step on Toledo's momentum.

"I'm talking to Boss."

Toledo glanced at him and asked casually: "Are you Boss or is Campos Boss?"

Before the boss could say anything, the younger brother jumped out.

The light words had a huge effect. Campos's eyes suddenly turned cold and he looked steadily at Phoenix's back. The latter only felt a chill running down his spine.

He twitched the corners of his mouth and said in a dry voice: "Do you think I look like Boss?"

After saying this, he closed his mouth tightly.

The Mexican separatist cartel has a distinct hierarchy. Don't tell me whether you have that kind of intention, you can't let Campos think that you do, otherwise you will only be chopped into pieces and fed to the dogs.

"listen."

Campos retracted his cold gaze and looked at Toledo with a smile: "Some things are better not to know than to know, what do you think?"

"That's right."

Toledo crossed his arms and grinned: "I believe you are right."

"Da~"

Campos nodded with satisfaction and snapped his fingers at his high ponytail: "Gizelle, give them the things. The game starts in ten minutes."

This kind of competition is illegal after all.

You can't stay here for too long, or you'll attract the attention of the police officer.

The long-legged girl, Gizelle, picked up a small handbag next to her and took out GPS tablets one by one and distributed them to everyone: "Put this thing in your car."

"Missions and route information will be distributed to you on it."

After taking the tablet from the long-legged girl, Ethan checked it but couldn't figure out why.

"All right."

An old black man dressed in hip-hop clothes next to him asked doubtfully: "Where are we competing? Have the roads been arranged?"

"Just outside."

Campos excitedly waved his hand and pointed to the night streets of Los Angeles: "There are no arrangements, no rules, just the end."

"This is not a playground for good kids."

“There is only a beginning and an end.”

"Hahaha."

When he said this, he laughed ferociously.

madman!

This thought flashed through the minds of all the riders.

They are all engaged in underground racing, and these people are not courageous, but this is the first time they have started a racing competition on a completely unprepared road section.

Eight cars competed in a drag racing race on an already busy road.

Just thinking about it makes me feel crazy.

Some people looked surprised, and some were extremely excited, but they were not afraid. This is a game for the brave, and those who are timid should stay away.

I like drag racing, especially underground racing.

It is impossible to say that there is no crazy gene.

All the drivers became excited and began to adjust their status in their own way. The money on the table was tempting, and the honor of the winner was indeed exciting, but it was not so easy to get.

Ethan crushed the cigarette butt carefully on the wall pillar and couldn't help but think highly of the white boy just now.

The difficulty of the previous events was definitely the same.

To be able to become the winner in this kind of competition, that kid still has a lot of skills. No wonder he is so arrogant.

Crush the sparks and stuff the filter into your pants pocket.

This set of actions is completed in one go.

Almost no one present noticed it, with the exception of one person. When O'Connor saw the other party's cautious move, he sighed regretfully and became a little more vigilant.

This guy is more difficult to deal with than he thought.

"I do not know who you are."

Toledo walked up to Ethan and said with a stern face: "I don't know which force you belong to, but I tell you, anyone who blocks my way will die."

The volume is not loud enough that only two people can hear it.

But the sound sounded like muffled thunder, containing suppressed anger, giving people the feeling of destroying everything.

"It seems you are very afraid of me."

Ethan grinned, took a step forward and said softly: "I don't know why you came here. I want to give you a message. Anyone who blocks my way will die. Let me tell you a little secret."

"Compared to my fists, my marksmanship is better."

Hearing this, Toledo's face stiffened.

"listen."

Another person walked slowly next to him. O'Connor stared at Ethan: "I think you seem to be a smart person. No matter what organization you are, stop it!"

"You can't afford to mess with the FBI."

As for Toledo, he knows that he can't persuade the other party, but he can't have more spoilers.

I have no choice but to show my sign to scare people.

No matter what his identity is, this mysterious guy is not lawless.

"FBI, so awesome!"

Ethan glanced at the other person and chuckled: "You are threatening me. If I am too scared, I will cry out. Do you want me to feel scared?"

"This Mr. Undercover Agent?"

These words made the corners of O'Connor's eyes twitch crazily. He gritted his teeth and stared at Ethan, keeping the other person's appearance firmly in his mind.

"Hahaha."

Toledo, who was a little annoyed at first, burst out laughing.

Although he was very unhappy in his heart, now that he saw O'Connor was even more unhappy and deflated, he felt as if he had drank a bottle of cold beer, and his whole body felt extremely comfortable.

"You crazy motherfucker."

Jiabo grinned in the distance and asked helplessly: "What is your trump card? Are you not afraid that the FBI will go crazy by provoking them like this?"

"Not afraid."

Ethan stopped paying attention to the two people, walked to the table next to him and poured himself a full glass of whiskey: "He is just one person and cannot represent the entire FBI."

"As for the trump card."

With the wine glass covering his lips, he glanced around and said to Jiabo calmly: "The handsome young man talking to you now is a very good CIA agent."

"So, don't worry."

The headset was quiet for a while, and the sound of gnashing teeth sounded. Jiabo was extremely speechless and said: "Mom, even if you don't want to say it, can you come up with a better excuse?"

Ethan ignored him this time and drank the wine in the glass in one breath.

It's almost time.

"Boom~~~"

In the cleared space in the parking lot below, eight modified cars of different colors and shapes were lined up in a row, and the roar of their engines kept ringing.

The rear wheels rubbed wildly on the ground, emitting clouds of white smoke.

This movement ignited the atmosphere at the scene.

There were more than a hundred drag racing enthusiasts staying here. They gathered behind a row of modified cars that were getting ready to go, cheering excitedly and holding their beer bottles high.

The tense atmosphere made Ethan feel hot.

He gently tapped the nitrogen bottle in the middle of the seat, turned his head and looked to the left. Toledo was holding the steering wheel with one hand and looking at him with his mouth pursed. This guy would never let go of the opportunity to crash him.

He smiled at the legendary dragster and looked to the right.

Inside the blue GTR, O'Connor was fully focused.

He noticed the eyes falling on him and turned his head to look at her, his eyes full of provocation.

Ethan curled his lips. Looking at this posture, he would probably be attacked from both sides later, so he had to be careful.

"Ding."

The tablet computer hanging on the air conditioner outlet made a crisp sound and refreshed a route map.

At the same time, the countdown begins.

ten.

Three gorgeous bikini girls twisted their waists and walked about 20 meters in front of the vehicle. They held their waists with one hand, showing off their graceful figures.

five.

All the vehicles roared at the same time, and the tires swallowed forward inch by inch.

three.

Several girls swallowed nervously and grabbed their hands on their stretched out bras.

two.

"Uh-huh."

Along with the violent friction sound, three thin and huge bras, red, black and yellow, flew high into the air.

Under incandescent lights, amid wild cheers.

Keep rolling away. (End of chapter)