American Life

Chapter 110 Security

A Ducati XDiavel roared through the streets of Chicago. When the driver turned the accelerator, the roar of the machine suddenly increased, and it drove far away!

The driver was wearing a black knight's jacket and a thick helmet. His appearance could not be clearly seen, but from the flying long blond hair, he could tell that he was a woman.Sitting in the back seat was a man in a suit and tie. He hugged the driver's waist tightly, and the tie around his neck fell back.

It was Charlie Rossi and Taylor Swift. The two hit it off just now and decided to ride a motorcycle around the city. For a rich man, as long as you don't want to go to space tonight, there are always ways to quickly satisfy your needs.

Just half an hour later, the car rental company delivered the vehicle and the riding gear outside Linhai Villa. The two of them were ready to go, and they drove out of the street under Gal Gadot's watch.

The last time Charlie was galloping around an American city was when he was playing with three men and a dog, so naturally it couldn't be compared to the immersive experience he was experiencing now.

With the howling wind in his ears, Charlie shouted at the top of his lungs: "Have you ever played a game called Violent Motorcycle?"

"Haha, I like this name." Taylor's voice came from the helmet in front of him, whimpering.

"You have to hold on tight." Taylor gave a friendly warning.

Then he turned the accelerator again, and Charlie, who was sitting in the back, stumbled, subconsciously grasping it with his hands, and then realized something.

"I have to clarify, I didn't touch anything, it was two pieces of clothing apart."

"Why don't you say peace to me?"

"Hmph, where are you going?"

"I don't know, I'm just walking aimlessly."

"Let me remind you, you have never changed direction from the beginning to now. Now we have reached the suburbs. If we continue like this, we will end up in the city!" Charlie looked at the surrounding houses that gradually became lower.

"But... we seem to have hit the highway." Taylor's voice was a little apologetic.

"Then turn around."

"No, my driver's license will be revoked."

"Then keep going forward. If I remember correctly, there should be an exit ahead."

"Your memory better be accurate, we're about to run out of gas."

At 10 minutes, Charlie looked at Taylor who was pushing the cart, and was about to call Gal Gadot to pick him up.

"No, the road sign just now showed that the front is the boundary of Grange Community. We will reach the town soon, and there should be a gas station there. The problem is also part of the journey." Taylor worked hard, lowered his head, and looked slender. Her thin figure stretched into an arch shape, and with her efforts, she had successfully made the heavy Ducati move forward thirty feet.

Charlie thought for a few seconds, then called the car rental company instead, made a complaint and scolded the other party.

"Let me do it, little girl." Charlie put down the phone and put it in his pocket, then approached Taylor who was pushing the cart.

"This big guy is too heavy, you'd better be careful, don't get crushed... well, pretend I didn't say it."

Taylor originally wanted to issue a kind reminder, but when he saw Charlie pushing the cart with ease and energy, he was just like pushing a bicycle, so he kept his mouth shut.

After pushing for a while, Charlie took off his suit jacket and threw it to Taylor.He rolled up his sleeves.

Taylor threw his coat over his shoulders and ran his hands in a straight line along the edge where the asphalt road met the land.

The two of them started chatting.

"Maybe there will be less and less time to come out like this in the future."

"Why?" Charlie asked puzzled.

"You will get busier and busier, and I will get busier and busier. I really want to go back to my childhood and be carefree every day." Taylor said without raising his head.

Then she talked about being bullied and isolated by her classmates when she was a child.

"You probably don't know that I started practicing piano every afternoon when I was about seven or eight years old. At that time, the little girls of the same age didn't like to play with me. They also said that there was something wrong with my eyes and that I was a freak after all."

"Oh, then they must be jealous. Let me guess, you must be the most beautiful among them now."

"Actually, it wasn't until I met you that many boys of the same age approached me."

"Then do you agree?" Charlie asked.

"Of course not. You told me that you can't have contact with boys of the same age. And I think they are quite boring. They might as well chat with you." Taylor laughed at the end.

The two chatted and talked. Charlie shared his nervousness when he was shorting the housing market, and Taylor shared his family's joy after making money.

"I have never been able to say thank you to you, Charlie Rossi. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am now." At this point, Taylor looked at Charlie and said seriously.

"I just pushed in the direction of the current. Remember, no one can build you, not even me. Only you can build yourself, so that you will be unique, so fuck what others say. "

"Fuck you what other people think of you," Taylor repeated.

"Yes, exactly."

"Go to tmd, go to tmd, go to tmd..." Taylor spoke faster and faster, repeating it a dozen times in a row.

"Oh! It turns out that swearing has this effect. I feel much more relaxed." She breathed.

"Then the question is, where is the gas station?" Charlie Rossi looked at the vast boulevard ahead, seeing that it was going to be completely dark, but the two of them still didn't encounter a gas station. He estimated that they would have pushed a few miles no matter what. .

"Oops, your phone is out of battery." Taylor took out his phone from his suit pocket and pressed it a few times.

"What about your phone?"

"You don't mean to take risks, why do you need to bring a mobile phone?" Taylor asked matter-of-factly.

"Very good, we are left in this useless place." Charlie opened the bracket.

"The last time you were thrown on the road, you were here." Taylor reminded.

"We can count on passers-by." Charlie sat on the roadside.

Fortunately, I still have some cash in my pocket, so I won't be too stretched. As for the potential danger...

"Taylor, come here. When a car comes, you hide behind me. Do you understand?"

Although this is the main road leading to Chicago and not a remote road, in America, who knows if there will be an automatic rifle when the car window is rolled down?

Charlie stopped three cars in a row, but none of them stopped.

"I think we should continue on our way. There may be a gas station and convenience store not far ahead," Charlie said.

After walking for about half an hour, I passed six cars, but still no one chose to stop.

"I'm tired, Charlie, my heels hurt." Taylor pouted.

"You can sit in the car."

"Okay." Taylor beamed. He didn't look like he couldn't walk, but he looked a little lazy.

But it doesn't matter anymore, with Charlie's current physique, even adding three Taylors would make no difference to him.

Taylor just sat sideways on the car seat, cheering Charlie on and wiping the sweat on Charlie's forehead with his sleeves.

Looking at the silent Charlie, Taylor suddenly felt a particularly solid sense of security in his heart.

"If the world ends, will you take care of me like this?"

"The premise is that you have to learn to walk by yourself instead of letting me carry you." Charlie chuckled.

Another car passed by, but both of them had given up hope. Unexpectedly, the Toyota Tundra reversed directly on the road and then backed away.

"Are you Mr. Charlie Rossi?" The driver asked with his window rolled down and his head looking around.

(End of this chapter)