My last name is Stark after I changed my job to become a female musketeer?

Natasha glanced at Leni, who was in the driver's seat next to her and was slamming the accelerator, and couldn't help but secretly laugh.

This girl really knows how to have fun for herself.

Glancing at the black police SUV "hidden" under the shade of the trees next to the intersection, Natasha couldn't help but mourn for the two young people next door.

Sure enough, just as she expected, the moment the light turned green, the red Ferrari rushed out.

But the Porsche under him started slowly and leisurely, completely losing the crazy and provocative look just now.

Almost at the same time, the second the Ferrari rushed through the intersection, the black police car that was watching them silently also suddenly started to move.

And at the same time, he sounded the siren, drifted across the intersection, and chased the red Ferrari in front.

"Hmph! Little brat."

Leni slowly drove her Porsche through the intersection, not caring about the strange looks from other drivers.

"You are only 22 years old, not much older than them."

Natasha also didn't care about those looks, and even found them a bit funny.

"Tch, my real age adds up to dozens of years for beating them. Calling them brats is not an exaggeration at all."

Not thinking there was anything wrong with what she said, Leni lowered the passenger window.

When their car passed the red Ferrari that was forced to stop by the police car, Leni turned her head and said hello to the police officer who was issuing tickets to the two energetic young men.

"Thank you, Uncle Jordan!"

The police officer called Uncle Jordan raised his eyelids, glanced at Leni, and said angrily.

“I knew it was you, you stinky girl, you’ve become a shareholder and you still don’t stop!”

"Hehe~"

Leni rubbed her nose, said hello to "Uncle Jordan", and then drove on.

During the whole process, he didn't even look at the two energetic young men, which made the young man's teeth itch.

Turning on the car stereo, Leni played a super new song that was just released a few months ago, "Rolling in the deep" by Adele.

Along with the brisk music rhythm, Leni followed the charming voice of "Queen of Chicken Legs" and sang:

"There's a fire starting in my heart..."

Natasha was a little surprised and looked up and down Leni with interest. She didn't expect that she had such a side.

She noticed that the other party was looking at her, but Leni didn't pay attention.

She had been waiting for this song for a long time, and specially asked someone to buy the album, and it also had Adele's autograph!

"We could've had it all..."

When the song entered the climax of the chorus, Natasha couldn't help but hum along with the music.

Feeling that the tense nerves of the people around her had relaxed, Leni turned her head and motioned to Natasha to open her voice and sing. There was no one else.

And she felt that Natasha's voice was somewhat similar to Adele's, and she felt very good singing this song.

"You had my heart inside of your hand..."

After the whole song was sung, Leni turned down the music and took out a bottle of water from the void to moisten her throat.

"Natasha, have you ever thought about releasing an album?"

Taking a sip of the water handed over by the other party, Natasha shook her head.

"Me? Not interested, but I recommend you to give it a try. Your voice is very good."

Seeing that the other party was unmoved, Leni didn't waste any more words and just asked casually.

"Do you know the police officer just now?"

Recalling what had just happened, Natasha asked the question that she had not had time to ask just now.

"Huh? Uncle Jordan? We met him a few years ago, and I didn't expect to meet him here."

Leni smiled and told Natasha about her grievances and grievances with that "Uncle Jordan".

The actual real name of "Uncle Jordan" is not Jordan, but he looked more like Michael Jordan when he was young, so he was called that by Leni.

They met because Leni was at a low point in her life at that time.

Drag racing, an "extreme sport" that is most likely to stimulate adrenaline in the human body, was a very good way for Leni to vent her emotions at that time.

But before she could show off her talents, she was caught by "Uncle Jordan" who hated racing gangs at the time.

How could she, who was young and frivolous, endure this grievance?

After that, he repeatedly provoked the policeman who looked very much like Michael Jordan in person.

However, Leni was too much of a novice at that time, and her repeated provocations ended in failure.

If it weren't for "Uncle Jordan"'s tireless teachings to her many times, Leni would probably be in federal prison now.

"Then what's his real name? Why didn't you contact him later?"

Natasha was a little curious. She had seen Leni's file, and SHIELD also recorded her previous life experiences.

However, there was no mention of "Uncle Jordan" in it, so she was also curious about how Leni got out of that trough.

"Ah... I forgot. In my mind... I have called him 'Uncle Jordan' since I met him, but I know he has a daughter named Mana."

Leni touched her nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

"The reason why we didn't contact each other... was because he caught me speeding and slapped me. I was so angry that I smashed his phone."

Recalling her embarrassing experience, Lainie still feels a little embarrassed.

"That phone was actually a relic left to him by his wife, and it contains a lot of their memories."

Natasha was stunned. She didn't expect there was such a story.

"Later I learned that his wife died because of the speeding gang, which is why he hated those people."

Nodding, Natasha expressed her understanding. Anyone who has experienced such a thing will feel jealous.

"Then after realizing what stupid thing I did, I went to help the uncle repair the data in the phone, but the phone was really unusable."

Laini can still recall how she tried her best to repair the phone.

"After that, the uncle never contacted me, and I couldn't bother him again. But every time I saw his police car on the street, I would help him improve his performance like today."

Skillfully changing lanes and overtaking, Lainie drove the car onto the airport highway, and the speed began to increase unconsciously.

"Later you will know, I was invited to join the scientific research department of SHIELD. I haven't been back to Los Angeles for more than a year, let alone contact."

Natasha expressed her understanding and subconsciously held the armrest above the co-pilot.

She understood why Lainie drove so wildly, it turned out that she was chased by the police.

Glancing at Natasha's posture, Lainie grinned.

"Don't worry, I drive very steadily! Although Uncle Jordan dislikes me for always racing, he still recognizes my driving skills very much!"

Natasha rolled her eyes at Lainie, and the meaning was very clear:

I don't believe you!