The daily life of American drama detective

"The fun begins!"

The bald man in the white T-shirt saw these five sports cars approaching, and immediately exchanged glances with a short African-American, and said excitedly.

The white curly-haired young man was also completely attracted by the five sports cars, and he no longer cared about the four high school students Hai Li.

The sports car convoy arrived and stopped slowly.

A tough guy with a bald head got off the sports car. Although it was late at night, he was the most eye-catching under the lights. Luke immediately introduced to Haili: "That's Boss Tang! The most powerful racer in the Los Angeles night race."

"It was him."

Hai Li also saw clearly the appearance of the legendary Boss Tang, and immediately smiled.

"You know him?"

Marisa was surprised.

Although they spoke as if they were familiar with these people, they mostly heard what Luke said, and it was actually the first time they saw them tonight.

And when they saw them coming, no one said hello, and they also knew that although Luke said so much, it was actually his first time here.

This kind of occasion is still far away from high school students from wealthy middle-class families like them.

In fact, not to mention that Los Angeles is still tens of kilometers away from Orange County, even in Orange County, there are slums next to the really wealthy and middle-class communities.

The two recent cases of serial murders of young girls that have been relatively lively happened in those slums.

Even though the geographical location is almost the same, they, including their parents, do not agree that the murdered girls belong to the same type as they are in the same area.

The homicide that happened next door to the community seemed to be something that happened in the next city or even a foreign country. It would only provide them with topics for chatting and would not give them any sense of substitution.

High housing prices provide sufficient tax dollars to hire sufficient police force.

Without their invitation, people from the poor neighborhood next door would not be able to enter at all, and they would be stopped by the patrolling police for interrogation or even arrested as soon as they approached.

This is the reason why they can still sing and sing every night after this kind of thing happened, and they are not afraid at all.

Late night racing in Los Angeles was originally a thrill-seeking game for the poor next door, and it had nothing to do with children from wealthy middle-class families like them. However, as its influence gradually spread, and children from rich families who like to seek thrills joined in, it gradually became more and more popular. into their field of vision.

It was also the first time that I really came here to find excitement.

After all, who doesn't want to have face in front of new high-quality friends.

But who would have thought that they didn't know Boss Tang, but the new friend Hai Li who wanted to fly with them seemed to know each other.

"do not know."

Hailey smiled and said: "But a few days ago we drove from Los Angeles Airport to Orange County, we met this group of people and had a competition with them."

"Competition?"

Shama gossiped: "Who loses and who wins?"

"My elder brother was driving the car, what do you think?"

Haley shrugged.

"OMG!"

Shama exclaimed: "I really want to see the demeanor of Detective Chuck racing with his own eyes!"

"You want to sit in my seat and participate in drag racing in disguise?"

Haley laughed.

"is it okay?"

Shama immediately climbed up the pole, testing with a smile.

"I'm fine with that at all."

Hayley plays with taste.

"Hailey, since you guys know each other, that's great, I don't need to introduce you later."

Luke was still pretending to be a social guy.

"It's true that there is no need to introduce him. He won't be too happy to see me."

As soon as Hai Li finished speaking, the shiny bald Boss Tang over there was reminded by the bald white T-shirt and the short African-American, and looked this way. When he saw Hai Li, he smiled like a king coming just now. disappear.

"See it."

Hai Li motioned the three people around her to look at the bald Boss Tang's expression, then smiled and waved to him.

"Ah oh."

Shama and the others are all human beings, so they could tell at a glance that the bald Boss Tang was not only unhappy when he saw Hai Li, but also full of hostility. He looked at his best friend and was a little worried.

This is the territory of the bald Boss Tang, and there are so many classic skin colors around. If there is a violent conflict between those who don't talk about martial arts, they will be very dangerous.

Marisa couldn't help but hugged her boyfriend Luke's arm tightly, but soon realized that Luke was as strong as Luke, and his body was also very stiff at this moment.

Obviously, Luke, who has always presented himself as a strong and tough guy in front of them, also knows that his size is too delicate, and it is completely incomparable with these strong and powerful people who can die.

Fortunately, what they were most worried about did not happen.

When the bald Boss Tang was looking at Hai Li coldly, his companions also saw Hai Li and stood in front of him, blocking the distance between him and Hai Li.

"Boss, how do you compare tonight?"

The short African-American came over and asked.

"Don!"

His girlfriend, Letty in a cool tattooed dress, couldn't help but glance at Hai Li.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

The short African-American was taken aback.

He is the organizer and referee of the car race. All the contestants' money will be handed over to him first, and whoever wins will give him a commission.

Therefore, I am very concerned about this sudden change, which seems to be a problem in the game.

"no problem!"

With a hoarse voice, the bald Boss Tang used his eyes to stop his girlfriend from persuading him, and glanced at Hai Li in the distance: "Just one game, bet $2000, the winner takes all!"

Letty is a little worried, but she also knows that face is the most important thing in the mixed society, so she knows that Haili may have something to do with the FBI, and racing tonight is a bit dangerous, but after her boyfriend makes a decision, it is not good to refute him in public.

"Wait a minute."

Just when the bald Boss Tang made a decision and the short African-American loudly announced that the game was about to start, which aroused excited cheers from the crowd, someone interrupted.

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw a white curly-haired young man coming over: "I don't have cash, but I have a car owner's card."

"Do you think that being able to box is the opponent of boxing champion Ali?"

A skinny young man next to the bald boss Tang sneered.

"He knows I'm playing well!"

The white curly-haired young man pointed to a burly man next to the bald Boss Tang: "I have a proposal, whoever wins me, my car will be his, but if I win, I will not only get the cash, but also all of your money." Human respect!"

"respect?"

The bald boss Tang laughed.

He knew this white curly-haired young man, Brian, who worked as an employee in an auto parts store he was familiar with. The most important thing was that he recently fell in love with his own sister, and came to his store every day to order the same food to flirt with his sister Mia.

Vince, his strong man, also liked his sister, and had a big fight with this Bryan for it.

Now this guy popped up again, not only wanting to race with him in public, but also wanting to respect him. Obviously, he is still determined and wants to fuck his sister.

"Respect is important to some people."

The white curly-haired young man Brian said seriously.

"Is this your car?"

The bald Boss Tang put away his smile, looked at Brian's green sports car, and then signaled the thin young man under him to come forward, ready to lift the hood of the car to check the configuration inside.

"Tsk tsk, this racing car is really interesting."

Just as he was about to start, a mocking laugh came over, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Amidst the stiff expressions of the three of Shama, Hai Li walked over.

"do you have any opinion?"

The bald Boss Tang narrowed his eyes, and his hoarse voice revealed a dangerous atmosphere.

"Of course there is!"

Hai Li ignored everyone's gaze, and said with a smile: "Are you afraid to agree to this handsome guy's match without checking his equipment? Is he the boxing champion Ali, or are you the boxing champion Ali?"

"..."

The bald Boss Tang's face darkened instantly.

Those of them who hang out in the street and society look cooler than the other, but that's just the appearance. What kind of job do they do when they come out and not just to make money?
Just like this racing car, as the organizer and leader, he is sure to win.

In addition to his excellent driving skills, the more important thing is that he knows his opponents well, knowing himself and the enemy, and winning every battle.

When he wasn't here, the short African-American who was appointed by him to be in charge of the money began to try to find out what configuration the car of the car owner who everyone planned to compete tonight had.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to strike up a conversation with Brian, a white man with curly hair who looked like a newcomer.

It's just that before he got acquainted with Brian in the alley and quietly inquired about the car's configuration, Boss Tang came.

But now it is discovered that Brian is really ready to participate in the competition. For this newcomer and new car, in order to be sure of winning, the bald Boss Tang gave a look, and his "mechanics" took the initiative to lift the cover of Brian's car to find out what was inside. What is configured.

It was nothing.

They are surrounded by their own people, and the people on the periphery are just to eat melons and join in the fun, they won't say anything, and they will be opened as soon as they are opened. At worst, they will behave as if this is the rule.

But now being pointed out by Haili, it seems a little cowardly to do it again.

But let him compete with a newcomer and new car that he is completely unfamiliar with. If he loses, he will lose 2000 dollars. No, it is a certainty that he can win 6000 dollars. For him, it was a lot of money, and he would feel very distressed if he lost it.

Not to mention losing face!
He has a bald head, Boss Tang, and he has been in Los Angeles for so long, so he can appear in such a famous place and face, relying on this new leek that he harvested from time to time to play with.

This embarrassing situation made him instantly recall the scene when he met Haili and the others while driving on the road a few days ago, and the experience that made him extremely depressed.

"Dare not in my dictionary!"

The bald-headed Boss Tang stared at Hai Li, pointing at the somewhat confused white curly-haired young man Brian: "If he wants to compare, I will compare with him! No matter what car he drives!"

"Really?"

Hai Li completely ignored the strange atmosphere around her, continued to look at Boss Tang's big bald head with a smile, and poked the tires: "It seems that I blamed you wrongly, I thought you were competing in racing cars, just open the hood and compare the performance of your respective cars." Configure, and then decide who wins?

After all, if it is a long straight road without any curves, if you step on the accelerator to the end, whoever has the higher configuration of the sports car will win! "

"..."

The audience suddenly fell silent.

Some people have weird faces.

And the face of Boss Tang with a big bald head has almost turned black into an intangible cultural heritage.

"What happen to you guys?"

Haili looked around and pretended to be surprised: "No way? No way? What you call the most famous late-night race in Los Angeles is really a straight line to the end?"

Seeing that everyone was silent, she murmured in a voice that everyone could hear: "What kind of technology can this race? It's not like you can do whatever you want with money, just add a rocket engine to the car, and let the dog drive it. Winning, this kind of competition is better than living a good life!"

"What are you talking about!"

Seeing that her man was teased by Hailey and run over like this, Letty immediately became angry, and didn't care about Hailey's relationship with Detective Chuck and the FBI.

Then she was hugged by Mia, the younger sister of the bald boss Tang, and kept trying to persuade her, otherwise Leti would really do it.

"Sorry, I've been with my elder brother for a long time, and my words are too straightforward."

Haili was not afraid at all, and dumped the blame on Chuck with a half-smile. At this moment, she somewhat understood the straightforward happiness of her eldest brother Chuck.

The curly-haired white man was stunned to see such an accident, and didn't know what to do.

He doesn't care about winning or losing, he only cares about a match with the bald old man Tang, and a formal relationship.

However, Hai Li seemed to stand up for him again, and what he said was reasonable. If he objected rashly, he would appear ignorant and conspiratorial.

So he could only stand there dumbfounded, watching Hai Li mad at Boss Tang and his gang.

"I know you're rich! Your car is the latest Porsche 911!"

The bald Boss Tang's face was so black that he was about to drop oil, he walked towards Haili slowly, stopped a few steps away from her, and looked down at her: "Since you think that this kind of racing car can do whatever you want with money, then how dare you compare it to Haili?" Is it a game?"

"Okay!"

Hai Li readily agreed, and then said something that made him almost couldn't help punching him: "You don't have to get so close, the real sense of oppression doesn't depend on the distance and height difference at all, well, you are only about 177 , much shorter than my elder brother."

"take money!"

The bald-headed boss Tang endured so much that he didn't throw his fist at it. He took out a roll of $2000 cash that he had prepared a long time ago from his pocket and handed it to the short African-American for safekeeping, signaling Haili to do the same.

"I don't have cash with me."

Hai Li shrugged, and before the bald Boss Tang and the others laughed, she added with a smile: "But like this handsome guy, I also have a car, so let's bet on my car."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

This is the latest Porsche 911 sports car!
Use this as $2000?

Sure enough, money can do whatever it wants!
Just now there was a fool who gambled with his own car, which was already exciting, but knowing that Boss Tang was around, no one would be so ignorant.

But now that Hai Li said this, people who ask themselves some strength are also impulsive.

If you win, don't you just make money!
"you sure?"

The bald Boss Tang also dissipated most of his anger stimulated by this huge benefit. Thinking of Hai Li's background, he made a cautious decision.

"Isn't it just a sports car!"

Hai Li said loudly: "You also said that you can do whatever you want with money!"

Speaking of this, she changed her voice and said slyly: "Of course, I also have requirements. Unlike this handsome guy, I don't want any respect. Your respect means nothing to me. If I lose, you take this car. If you lose~"

"How about it?"

The bald Boss Tang looked at Hai Li calmly.

"If you lose, in addition to the $2000 bet, you have to use the loudest voice and shout three times in public, 'I am a top racing driver'~"

Hailey smiled playfully.

Everyone: "..."