People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

On the winding East 9 Highway, a white motorhome is traveling at a steady speed.

Loud rock music was playing in the car, and the people in the car were swaying to the rhythm, enjoying the holiday revelry.

"Hey Brad! That's awesome! Turn the volume up!"

"No problem! Let's get this damn spring break going! Let's party!"

Amid the noise, Patty sat alone on a single sofa by the window, feeling somewhat irritated.

She held her phone, looking at several photos that had been sent but were still spinning wildly on the screen: "The signal is so bad..."

After waiting a few seconds, she swiped the screen up and down, a method she had learned from Suren.

In their words, it's metaphysics.

Scott, sitting directly opposite her, was swirling a glass of champagne and secretly observing Patty.

Seeing the other person's displeasure, he felt that this was simply a perfect opportunity for God to show him off.

"Hey! Kevin!"

Scott whirled around and yelled at a boy huddled in the passenger seat, "Patty said the signal's terrible here. Didn't you brag about being some kind of internet expert?"

"Get it done quickly! Don't keep Patty waiting."

The boy called Kevin was a small Asian man who wore thick-rimmed black glasses.

He was nestled in the passenger seat, holding a rather heavy radio transceiver in his arms, intently tuning the frequency.

Upon hearing Scott call his name, Kevin instinctively shrank back, timidly raised his head, and adjusted his glasses.

"The magnetic field in this area is a bit strange, there's nothing I can do about it..."

"However, I brought a high-powered shortwave radio with me, so if something really happens, I can still contact the outside world."

"What? What did you say?"

Scott felt he had lost face when he saw Kevin, who was usually so timid, dare to find an excuse to contradict him.

"Bang!"

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up, looking as if he was about to rush up and give Kevin a good beating.

"That's enough, Scott."

Patty frowned, her voice cold. "Don't take it out on Kevin. Sit down."

Patty felt a surge of annoyance at Scott's arrogant demeanor.

Even though no one invited him, this guy was like a piece of chewing gum, shamelessly insisting on getting on the bus.

Out of consideration for their classmates, no one said much, but now he's still acting tough and bullying his classmates on the bus.

"Hmph, since Patty has spoken up, I'll let you off this time."

Scott snorted and took the opportunity to back down.

He turned his head, adopting what he thought was a deeply affectionate expression: "Did you hear that, Patty?"

"This remote place is too dangerous, but don't worry, I'm here, I'll definitely protect you."

Upon hearing this, Kevin, in the passenger seat, subconsciously looked up at Patty and opened his mouth as if to speak. But he ultimately lowered his head and continued fiddling with his equipment.

Patty didn't even bother to reply, turning her head to rest her chin on her hand and silently admire the scenery outside the window.

In the distance, rolling mountains and azure sky stretch out, and at the foot of the mountains, scattered houses can be faintly seen.

Despite the beautiful scenery, Patty felt inexplicably irritable.

The feeling was like finding half a worm crawling out of an apple you'd just bitten into, instantly killing any interest she had.

She couldn't help but recall the indifferent look on Su Lun's face as she rejected her.

"That bastard Suren... he's probably lounging on the sofa in the office right now, legs crossed, eating a strawberry sundae."

If I had known it would turn out like this, I wouldn't have come!

Patty bit her lip, her heart burning with hatred.

My original intention was to invite him out to relax.

After all, that guy usually either stays at home or goes out with Dante to do those dangerous commissions.

Now that she finally has a vacation, he has rejected her without any mercy.

If he were here, he would have thrown that arrogant, clueless Scott off the bus long ago, wouldn't he?

……

Meanwhile, on the highways leading out of Los Santos.

"Archer!!"

Suren, who was driving, sneezed several times.

He rubbed his nose, tossed his phone aside, and the still-lit screen displayed a message indicating that the call had failed.

"It's definitely Patty yelling at me again..."

The traffic jam ahead finally thinned out.

Suren glanced at the speed limit sign above his head and decisively floored the accelerator.

"Buzz!!"

The car's speed increased instantly, and the modified sports car shot off like an arrow.

As for speeding tickets?

Suren felt no guilt whatsoever; the car wasn't even mine, so why should I be fined?

……

"Hey Guys, let's not be so gloomy."

The silence was broken by a girl in the front seat who was being intimate with her boyfriend who was driving.

Mikey Hayes, the captain of the school cheerleading team, is also one of Patty's few close friends.

This spring break trip was initiated by her.

As originally planned, she invited Patty, her boyfriend Brad who was driving, Kevin, the tech geek in the passenger seat, and a few other classmates who were originally scheduled to come.

Unfortunately, those people stood us up at the last minute for various reasons.

Just then, Scott, who had been relentlessly pursuing Patty, showed up at their door.

In order to find an opportunity to get close to Patty, this rich second-generation not only gave her a large sum of money in private, but also generously covered all the travel expenses for her and her boyfriend Brad.

For the sake of money, Mikey naturally chose to ignore Patty's protests and tacitly approved Scott's involvement.

Moreover, in Mikey's view, she was extremely worried about Patty's happiness for the rest of her life.

Scott may have a terrible personality, but his family is rich.

If Patty could be with a rich second-generation like this, she would not only be able to live a life of luxury for the rest of her life, but she could also directly transcend social classes and become a wealthy socialite. This is something that many people dream of.

As Scott's close friend who facilitated the connection, she would not only be able to infiltrate high society, but might also get to know more wealthy young men through Scott's connections.

What a wonderful thing this is!

"Pop".

She popped a pink bubble and said, "Have you heard? The big news that happened here a few days ago?"

"You mean the matter with that township police station?"

Scott seized the opportunity to chime in, his face full of sarcasm, "That's all made up by the media."

"My dad had dinner with a state legislator. This is actually some kind of biological virus leak. The government is deliberately creating panic to attract public attention in order to cover up the truth."

"Uh, bro, not that."

Brad, who was driving, interrupted Scott's long-winded talk.

Scott, interrupted, froze, glanced at the other man's muscles, and wisely chose to shut up.

Brad is Mikey's boyfriend and a star player on the school baseball team; his muscles make his T-shirt look tight.