I'm a spy in the film

The car started up again and went on the road. Bourne asked in confusion, "Why are there speeding gangs here? Shouldn't they be on a less-traveled road in the suburbs?"

"hehe"

Anthony sneered.

"This place is almost becoming the new headquarters of the New York drag race gang! As long as it doesn't rain, there are underground car races here almost every night, and they are live broadcast on the Internet. Look at the camera on the corner of the street, it was installed by them, these bastards!"

Although we know that the security situation here is not good, it is simply insane to hold an underground car race on the streets of a residential area. This is the live version of Grand Theft Auto.

Anthony seemed to have noticed Bourne's doubts and continued unhappily:

"Last year, this group of speeding gangs has taken over this neighborhood. Although their main business is underground car racing, they are involved in all underground businesses. Do you know how many more drug dealers there are here since they came? At least twice as many!

They even turned the public space in the neighborhood into a training base, saying it was for parkour training, but in fact it was to teach those kids and teenagers to sell drugs! Damn, these sons of bitches!"

"Otherwise the rent here wouldn't be so cheap."

Brett sighed, his gray hair made him look a little old, and he said:

"The leader of the biker gang is called Dominic. He has a criminal record in Los Angeles, but when I went to check later, there was no information.

I investigated it privately several times and reported it to the police, but it was always suppressed by the police. It was not until a friend told me that Dominic had a background in the CIA that I gave up.

Dominic also has a sister named Mia, who is a member of the Voodoo Cult, one of the three major gangs in New York, and has great influence in the underworld. So this motorcycle gang can be said to be a black and white gang, and no one can control it.

But I've let it go. Melanie and I are moving out soon, and I'm going to retire, so I don't have to worry about these things anymore!"

"Hmph" Anthony snorted heavily, but didn't say anything else. However, Bourne felt that the name Dominic was somewhat familiar.

Next, within a five-minute drive, Bourne and his companions encountered three more drag racing competitions. In one of them, the three witnessed with their own eyes a racing car being squeezed out of the main road and crashing into a fire hydrant on the side of the road. The front engine was dented and the vehicle was scrapped on the spot. As for the driver?

Bourne and the others didn't go to see it.

This group of speeding gangs, no zuo no die!

The silver BMW that caused the accident did not slow down at all after the accident. It sped away along the street and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Although it was dark, the sharp-eyed Bourne still recognized at a glance that the BMW with a slightly different color was the one he and Zack saw in the Bronx (Chapter 19). If you ask why he was so sure?

That's because through the open car window, Bourne caught a glimpse of the racing driver sitting in the driver's seat. She was the blonde beauty with the coolest temperament among the four car washing girls.

Such a beauty with outstanding figure and temperament is rare even in New York, where there are so many beautiful women. Men will be deeply impressed after seeing her once, there is no doubt about it!

"She's really an expert!" Bourne muttered to himself. "I really want to compete with her!"

Ever since he acquired the exclusive talent of "spatial sense" in car driving from Daniel and mastered the basic driving skills, Bourne has never really raced with others. Every time he was chasing or being chased, he never really enjoyed the thrill of racing.

Moreover, Bourne also wanted to know what level of proficiency he had in basic skills.

Since crossing over, Bourne has been quite satisfied with his performance, whether in studies, work or life. Although he has the help of the system transformed from the Heavenly Dao dust, Bourne has always believed that he is just an ordinary person, just a little more handsome, a little more hardworking, a little more lucky, and generally speaking, just an ordinary person.

Therefore, many times, Bourne wanted to compare himself with the elites of this world to see what level he had reached, especially after his various skills reached different levels.

I didn't have the chance in my previous life, but I came back again in this life and had specific data about my body. So, if I don't compare myself with the top people in this world, I really can't compare myself with the many predecessors who traveled through time on Earth. Even if I'm not the top in the world, because this world is not a simple materialistic Earth, the water is very deep, so Bourne decided to set a small goal first, which is to compare himself with the elites in different industries.

Bourne couldn't say much about fighting, combat and gun skills, but when it came to driving, Bourne could now straighten his back a little and say, "Drive, I'm fast, OK!"

As for how far it will go?

Bourne felt that he should practice with the elites among the natives. Look, an elite native contacted him! "Hey, Commander Bourne Lee, I'm Bell, the Bell who drives the taxi, the Bell who sent your companion home last time."

"Bell?"

Bourne, sitting in the back seat of a taxi chewing a hot dog, was puzzled.

He went to the repair shop to pick up his Chevrolet which he had left there for repair. After all, living in a big city like New York, it would be really difficult to get around without a car. But, what about this Bell?

Little did he know that the taxi driver in the front seat heard the name "Bell" and looked over through the rearview mirror.

As if sensing Bourne's doubts, a woman's heroic voice came from the other end of the phone: "In the evening, at a Mexican restaurant, your companion was drunk and just got into my car when the supermarket next door exploded. You helped me block the glass shards! I sent your companion home. Before you chased after the red Dodge, you gave me a business card and said I could find you if I had anything. Do you remember it?"

Bourne swallowed the food in his mouth and drank another sip of Coke. Finally, he remembered what happened. At that time, Zack was drunk and wanted to go to the nightclub. Bourne had to find a taxi and asked the driver to take Zack home. The driver seemed to be a black woman...

"Ha, now you remember it, it's me, Bell, the fastest in New York, Bell!"

A proud voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Uh, okay, Bell, I remember, what do you want?"

"That's it..."

Bell began to complain to Bourne.

Just yesterday, a bank in the Bronx was robbed. Four robbers drove a red BMW and stole more than two million in cash and some bearer bonds.

Bell happened to park her car nearby, and a stupid policeman named Washburn stopped her car and asked to requisition her car to chase the robber's red BMW. She was so confused that she actually believed the other party's nonsense that "no one will bother you no matter how fast you drive on the road", and she didn't even ask for the car fare. She was busy chasing the robber and didn't know how many traffic rules she violated.

In the end, the robber was caught, but the robber was such a skilled driver that he was able to do a U-turn in a dead end by drifting, which not only scared the stupid police officer so much that her gun went off and shattered her car window, but also forced Bell to keep reversing to make way for the robber, allowing him to escape.

At this point, Bell shouted angrily, "That stupid policeman is totally useless in the police station. His original promise of 'driving freely after catching the robbers' was all lies. The FBI agent in charge of this case named Mullins not only said that her car was evidence and seized it at the police station, but also wanted to investigate her previous violations and punish her as well."