My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The Cadillac's giant body crushed the shrubs on the green belt to pieces.

With green leaves flying all over the sky, it plunged into the service road, startling the drivers who were waiting anxiously inside.

"Squeak."

A plume of green smoke came out of the tire, sticking to the edge of the road and racing upwards.

"Step aside."

He lowered the window, roared loudly, and kept honking the horn.

When he was about to reach the top, he stepped on the brakes hard, and the wheel scraped a black mark several meters long and stopped.

Even the police lights and sirens are of no help at this time.

In the distance, there was a car accident.

Two cars rolled over and there was blood everywhere on the ground.

This also caused the service road to be firmly blocked, and the emergency passage was also crowded with vehicles.

Under the supervision of two patrolmen at the scene, no car dared to cross the double yellow line and merge into the main lane. The anxious driver could only press the horn from time to time and complain about this bad luck.

Seeing that the target bus had disappeared from sight.

In desperation, Ethan grabbed the eavesdropping phone and stuffed it into his trouser pocket, closed the car door with a bang, spread his legs and rushed forward.

Cutting diagonally all the way, quickly passing cars.

This kind of movement was rare, and the beautiful ladies joined in the fun and honked their horns to cheer him on.

For a time, the noise was overwhelming.

"Hey!"

In the distance, a patrolman ran over, swinging his baton and yelled: "What are you doing? This is a highway. Are you crazy?"

"Plain clothes on the case, stay back."

Ethan yelled at the patrolman dozens of meters ahead, supported a Ford car with one hand, and slid over the hood, causing several people in the car to scream.

"Whoosh!"

As soon as he landed, a long-distance truck roared past, and the strong wind blew his black hair into chaos.

"Farke."

Ethan's heart was beating wildly, he calmed down, took out his police badge and signaled to the patrol officer in front of him.

After sprinting for a few meters, he stopped in front of a Jaguar convertible.

"Step aside."

The police badge was directed at the driver of the car: "Your car has been temporarily requisitioned."

"I bought it, not stole it."

Lao Hei, who had an afro, waved his hands excitedly: "God, I don't want it."

Law enforcement officers have the right to commandeer citizens' private vehicles to pursue suspects or prevent crimes. If they refuse, they will face fines ranging from US$50 to US$1,000.

Compared with buying a new vehicle, Lao Hei would rather bear the possible fines.

No one knows what others will do with their precious car. If it gets scratched or rubbed, they will feel distressed for a long time.

"Uh-huh."

Without saying anything, Ethan immediately lifted up his clothes.

"understood."

When Lao Hei saw the hand pressing on the handle of the gun, he instantly turned over and sat in the passenger seat.

Ethan held on to the car door and jumped in.

As the car sank, he quickly shifted into gear: "Get out of the car quickly."

"Never."

Lao Hei shook his dreadlocks and said excitedly: "This is an F-type worth more than 70,000 US dollars. I will not let my baby be alone with you."

"boom!"

The engine roared crazily, and the tires violently rubbed against the ground for a few times before jumping out.

Ethan had no time to talk nonsense with him and turned the steering wheel quickly.

"Oh oh oh~~~"

The pushing sensation caused by the kick of floor oil made the old black man with dreadlocks widen his eyes. He kept yelling angrily: "Slow down, slow down, you scratched my baby, I won't let it go." your."

The black Jaguar was like a bolt of black lightning, leaving behind the patrolman who was looking at him incomprehensively.

70 miles, 80 miles.

The pointer on the speedometer quickly moved towards 90 steps.

After just a moment of delay, the bus had already pushed him far away, and now he had to race against time to catch up.

There are far fewer vehicles on the expressway.

The wind was howling, and Ethan controlled the cheetah, quickly weaving left and right in the traffic.

"Thank you for your generous gift."

The sports car flashed between two long-distance trucks and rushed out at high speed. Lao Hei's bladder felt sore and he quickly grabbed the seat belt: "You are a madman. You are almost a hundred miles away. Can you slow down a little."

The speed has reached more than 150 per hour, and Lao Hei's heart is beating crazily.

"You're just a wimp."

Ethan glanced at him sideways and said mockingly: "It's a waste of all your clothes to follow you."

She has dreadlocks and a big gold chain.

The clothes he wears are also similar to street style.

Those who are most vulnerable to provocation are these old gangsters.

"No, Tiaozi?"

Lao Hei looked over angrily, waving his hands quickly: "Are you looking down on Brother Ni? We are rap players and are not afraid of anything. If you have the guts, just go faster."

No matter how fast I think, there is nothing I can do.

After all, the accelerator has been pressed to the bottom, the speed has reached a hundred miles, and the vehicle feels like it is about to fly.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Lao Hei calmly wiped the sweat from his palms and shouted loudly: "What are you going to do?"

"Catch the bus."

Ethan looked at the rearview mirror and gently turned the steering wheel.

"Waterfa?" Lao Hei spread his hands in confusion. Seeing that the other party didn't respond, he cursed secretly.

Not long after, I finally saw the bus again.

Ethan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, freed up a hand to quickly pull out a few pieces of paper from the tissue box next to him, and wiped away the speckled blood on his face.

He was like this just now, it was really scary.

In this situation, it was obvious that he had just seen blood, otherwise Lao Hei would not be so obedient.

After a high-speed chase, they finally caught up with this damn bus. When they passed by the bus, they saw Pratt sitting at the back of the bus. Her head was drooped to the side and she was shaking slightly with the bus.

Release the throttle and keep the speed consistent.

Ethan looked at the speedometer nervously. The red pointer stopped at sixty yards.

"Farke."

Although he had already guessed this outcome, he couldn't help but slap the steering wheel and cursed angrily.

"So what happened?"

Lao Hei looked at the steering wheel distressedly and asked again and again.

"Dududu."

Ethan honked his horn hard, trying to get the bus driver's attention.

The bus driver is also an old black man with an afro.

"Chicago police."

Ethan held the steering wheel with one hand, showed his police badge, and shouted: "Open the window."

One large and one small, two cars running parallel to each other.

The strong wind howled and carried his words away in an instant.

Although he couldn't hear what the other party was shouting, after seeing the police badge, the bus driver still opened the window in confusion: "What do you want to do?"

"Keep the speed."

The veins on Ethan's neck popped up and he shouted loudly: "Don't slow down, just keep driving like this."

"Why?"

The driver shrugged and slowed down a bit.

At the same time, people in the bus also cast curious glances over. This was the first time they had seen such a thing.