Online game version of American comics

Chapter 32

Under the dark night, a chase scene that New Yorkers love to see but is commonplace is being staged.

Night is the carnival time for drag racing parties and gangsters.

On the streets of New York, the roaring engines of the two modified cars resounded through the sky, and the loudspeakers installed made deafening passionate music. The drivers in the cars screamed wildly and fanatically, sometimes shaking with the music and sometimes turning their heads. He leaned out of the car and yelled harsh taunts at the traffic police following behind him.

"Call the headquarters, call the headquarters, there is a group of motorcycle gangs heading towards the city, please deploy an interception network, I am now..."

A young traffic policeman drove a police motorcycle and chased the two racing gangs persistently, and kept reporting the route through the walkie-talkie on his chest.

But just halfway through the words in his mouth, the little traffic policeman was stunned, and the motorcycle under him stopped abruptly.

"Hey, 73104, what are you doing? Why are you silent?" A questioning voice came from the intercom.

"I seem to be hallucinating, just now I saw a yellow light fly past..."

The little traffic policeman was stunned and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

……

"Hahahaha, if you want to catch up with my baby with a broken motorcycle, you deserve to eat the exhaust!"

In one of the two modified cars, Tom Chris laughed wildly, picked up the intercom and laughed loudly while turning up the sound of the car stereo a few more times: "Hey, Reed, what the hell are you guys doing?" No, I think you should just give me the thousand dollars directly!"

"Fart, I'll lose to you? I'll overtake you at the next corner, you just wait to pay, or you can clean your ass and go to my house and wait!"

Reed's unconvinced roar came from the other end of the intercom.

"scoff~"

Tom Chris sneered disdainfully. This kind of boy who is not even an amateur is too arrogant. He is a professional racing driver who has just retired. It is no problem to abuse this kind of thing with one hand, if it is not for watching The brat has some money in his family, so he doesn't bother to compete with this kind of stuff.

"It seems that the boy has been shown the real technology."

Tom Chris sneered, stepped on the accelerator with all his strength, and the whole car body let out a harsher roar like a runaway wild horse, and in a blink of an eye the car behind it was thrown hundreds of meters away.

"Tom!"

Reed's shocking exclamation came from the intercom, which made Tom Chris even more proud.

"Why, do you want to admit defeat now? It's okay to admit defeat, but the agreed bet can't be less!"

"No, I just saw a yellow light fly by, so fast! It might be a car!"

"Heh, it's almost light in this kind of road conditions? I'm afraid you haven't..."

Tom Chris instinctively laughed at the other party's ignorance, but soon he was stunned.

Light!Really light!

He could see better than Reid with his dynamic vision developed through racing.

It was a car, a yellow sports car.

And the so-called light is simply the long-lasting afterimage of the car speeding past.

With just a quick glance from the corner of his eye, he felt that he had fallen into the incomparable charm of that big guy.

The unprecedented streamlined and cool body, the exciting engine roar, and the unparalleled speed simply reflect the charm of the sports car to the extreme.

"My car is not that good!"

His car also started to accelerate.

Be sure to ask where you bought that car, or who modified it!

Tom Chris, who was furious in his heart, showed his peak state, driving the car he once regarded as a treasure but now it is like a tasteless car, and quickly chased after him.

However, the reality is disappointing.

In the past, others were sucking the exhaust fumes behind his car, but now he was left far behind, let alone sucking the exhaust fumes, the shadow of the car had disappeared from sight, and there was no need to suck the exhaust fumes.

……

On the other hand, Li Si naturally didn't know that he had unintentionally damaged the self-confidence of the two drag racing gangs. After galloping all the way around the whole of New York, he had already parked the car at the entrance of the O'Sher Building smoothly and smartly.

"vomit……"

As soon as the car stopped, Max hurriedly pushed the door and ran out of the car, leaning on the lamppost beside him, and vomited forgetfully.

"Li... I will never ride in your car again!"

After vomiting for most of the day, Max's face was pale, and looking at Li Si in the driving seat of the Hornet was like watching a wild beast.

"..."

"Isn't it just a little faster, as for..."

Li Si looked at him speechlessly, opened the door and got out of the car refreshed, and led Max into the O'Sher Building familiarly.

It took a while for Max to recover, looking around suspiciously: "Li, what are we doing here?"

"It's nothing, just come here for a walk."

Li Si smiled and pushed open the door of the underground garage. Although it was already night, there were still many players inside, and there were endless cries of sales.

Hearing clearly what the players were hawking, Max opened his mouth and widened his eyes: "This...is it the legendary black market?"

"...You just take it as it is!"

Li Si didn't know how to explain the player's existence, so he opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't give a specific explanation.

At this time, the players inside had already noticed Li Si.

"It's a profiteer! The profiteer is here again!"

"This time I promise not to buy his box, boycott profiteers, and boycott money to open the box!"

"Yes, I don't buy it either. I'd rather save enough money to buy equipment directly than open his chest."

Just seeing this familiar figure, countless players recalled the fear of being dominated by profiteers in their pockets, and all cried out angrily.

"Tch, you still resist opening the box. If you want to open it, I won't sell it. A bunch of poor people whose pockets are cleaner than their faces!"

Li Si curled his lips in disdain, and directly ignored the players who protested and boycotted.

"Li, did you sell fake products here? Why do they call you a profiteer?"

Max, looking left and right like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, asked curiously.

"……No!"

Li Si's face twitched unnaturally, and then decisively pointed at the items on the players' booths to divert Max's attention.

(End of this chapter)