Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant Chapter 50

  Chapter 50 If you don't die, you won't die (Part 2)

   As for the white guy, the technique looks good, but only good, not at the level of a professional driver.

Since An Feng bought a Ferrari, he has been tossing sports cars a lot. Besides, Paso Robles is a small city with many roads but few cars. When he is in a whim, he will go to the suburban no-man's land for a while, and eventually he will learn to drive. Running under the speed limit, stepping on the accelerator and no longer thinking about the bad habit of braking.

He drove the M3 and was led by someone to run a few laps. The starting point was set at the foot of the mountain. He passed through South San Francisco. There were mountain roads and slopes, and he came back in a circle. It took 20 minutes to run at normal speed. In the racing mode , It is estimated that twelve minutes will be almost the same. Maybe even shorter, depending on the opponent.

An Feng is making small calculations, and Tony and the others are also making small calculations. Of course, the white man is not a professional driver, but a small owner of a nightclub, but he is a member of the sports car club and often runs this road, so they bet on An Feng No matter how many runs tonight, experience can't make up for it.

   After checking the vehicles, the two sides with their own ghosts stopped side by side behind the red line.

A racing girl in a cool top and shorts was holding a firework signal stick, shaking, and suddenly squatted down. Two cars, one black and one white, rushed out at the same time, leaving behind a harsh friction sound and the roar of the engine , There were also sports cars following behind, wanting to get first-hand information.

  There is a short straight line ahead, just step on the accelerator, the test is the timing of shifting. An Feng tried every car just now, and his own judgment is the most reliable. There is not much difference between the three cars, but it is certain that the ECU (travel computer) has been flashed, and the sound of stepping on the accelerator is particularly high-pitched. It is estimated that the rear row was also modified.

   But... An Feng glanced at the black M3 beside him, who was neck and neck, and wanted to play with him, but he was still a bit short.

  Guri remained where he was, staring at Li Tony with a sneer on his face. Although he wasn't sure if An Feng could win the race, the skills he got out of just now, if he wasn't particularly proficient in racing, ordinary people would never be able to do it. Based on his feeling, that white man's driving skills were not as good as An Feng's.

  Tony was a little scared by Gu Li's smile, and he felt a little worried in his heart. He stood on tiptoe and looked at the road ahead, and the time passed by. About eleven minutes later, the sound of a sports car was heard from a distance, and the crowd was boiling. They picked up their mobile phones and cameras, and pointed at the road ahead and the finish line.

An Feng bit behind his opponent in the first half of the race, and overtook in the second half. Since the complete road conditions were stored in his mind, he came down several times in a row. The racing technology is brought into full play.

Two dazzling headlights swept over, and the audience's eyes couldn't help squinting. The sports car got closer and closer, and the sound of acceleration became louder and louder—the ear-piercing sound was accompanied by a strong wind, and a white M3 crossed the finish line. They burst into cheers, and ten seconds later, the black M3 was long overdue.

   "Well done! BOSS!" Guli cheered while holding a beer bottle.

With a dark face, Tony looked at the dejected white man who got off the black M3 in disbelief. He slammed the car door angrily and kicked the tires a few times. His temper was so hot that even his partner who wanted to approach him was hesitant. . Suddenly, a sharp voice sounded from the walkie-talkie: "Not good! There are police!"

  Before the race, they arranged a sentry post to hide in a high place. Once they found the police, they would report to the police immediately.

  The crowd broke up and got into their cars. Obviously, this was not the first time they had to deal with such a scene. As soon as An Feng over there got off the car, Gu Li over there chased after Tony.

   "Stop!" Guri yelled, "Motherf-cker!"

  He accelerated to catch up, jumped forward, threw Tony down, punched him in the face without saying a word, grabbed his collar and cursed, "Where's the money! Where's my boss's money!"

  Tony begged for mercy: "Don't hit me! The money is in my pocket!"

  This sentence is quite fluent in English, and I guess I used it a lot before.

  Guri touched his pocket, and took out the check, on which his name, amount and date had been signed, except for the name of the payee.

  After checking everything was correct, Guri patted him on the face: "I remember you, if you don't have a million, you just wait to **** the chimpanzee!" Then he kicked him.

  An Feng rushed over with the P1 and shouted at Gu Li: "Get in the car!"

  Guri ran back with the check, while Tony ran to his R8 in a panic, took a woman and left in a hurry, and disappeared in a flash.

  An Feng followed behind, and the siren sounded after a while.

   "BOSS?" Gu Li looked at him.

   "I'm not leaving." An Feng slowed down the car, "I'm not speeding, I'm not driving fast, and the police have the right to arrest me when I'm driving normally?"

   "Aren't you afraid they have undercover agents?" Gu Li said.

  An Feng black line, can you tell me sooner?

The police yelled to stop the black sports car in front, An Feng obeyed obediently, and put his hands on the steering wheel. Joanna once emphasized that when being stopped by the police in the United States, it is best to put your hands where the police can see Don't touch your phone, driver's license or anything else.

   Maybe he will be shot.

   Waited quietly in the car for a while, the police car behind pulled over, but no one got out, probably looking for An Feng's license plate number. Half a minute later, a tall policeman got out of the car, put his hand on the holster around his waist, came to the car, knocked on the window, and signaled An Feng to lower the window.

  An Feng did as he did, raised his head and smiled and asked, "What's the matter, officer?"

   "Driver's license, vehicle insurance policy." The police said routinely.

  An Feng handed over these things.

  The policeman glanced at An Feng's California driver's license and said, "Someone reported you for illegal racing."

   "It has nothing to do with me." An Feng said.

  The police sneered, and said: "I hope the judge thinks so. According to the law, I must take you back to the police station to cooperate with the investigation."

   "No problem." An Feng said, "Can I drive along?"

  The police originally wanted to decline, but many police officers were chasing down those racing gangsters tonight, and there was no manpower available, so they agreed to let An Feng go ahead.

   This is the second time I entered the San Francisco police station, this time the lawyer was quite fast. Just as An Feng got out of the car, the lawyer also arrived. No nonsense, I told my own experience, and vaguely mentioned the illegal racing. After thinking about it, the lawyer said that the matter can be big or small, depending on the result of the arrest tonight.

  Facing the police, An Feng followed the example in the movie: "I only talk to my lawyer."

   Things changed later, and there were casualties.

  After the police received the report from the informant, the police in San Francisco and South San Francisco quickly organized police forces to arrest them. After most of the drivers came to their senses, they pulled over and stopped. Anyway, watching and not participating is not a big crime. A small number of high-flying people had accidents, and a few of them drove too fast into the sea, and were rescued by the police in embarrassment.

But this is not the most important thing. A thrilling chase scene was filmed by the helicopter of the TV station tonight. For some reason, a black R8 refused to stop. But where is the sports car rival? Anyway, the police chased them in a panic, the TV helicopter in the sky, and the police helicopter chased at low altitude, and it was very lively.

In the end, when there was an interception in front, chasing soldiers behind, and spikes on the ground, the R8 had no way to escape, and the police car pushed the R8 out of the roadside... Then there was the scene that An Feng saw in the news in the morning: the sports car was hit When they got to the side of the road, police cars surrounded him, and the policemen took aim with their guns. The two policemen covered each other and went forward to pull the car door, followed by the movement of the sports car.

   Finally, an ambulance arrived, and a certain blood-soaked Asian was carried on a stretcher, seriously injured and unconscious.

   "Ah oh!" Although the characters were coded, An Feng still recognized who drove the R8. There is no doubt that it is the foreign student named Tony.

Due to the danger of their profession, the American police can shoot in self-defense when the driver resists arrest, especially in the case of entanglement with the police in drag racing. Everyone has an excuse to kill each other. Tony is lucky, but he is also stupid, he doesn't know how to fight for opportunities for himself, after being stopped by the police, the only thing he can do is to hug his head and surrender instead of touching the car.

  This matter was posted on the Internet by local international students in San Francisco, which aroused heated discussions among domestic netizens. What are you talking about in China, you are used to being tyrannical, and no one dares to control you by running a red light and scolding the traffic police. Some people also said that the background of this person should be thoroughly investigated. Where did the money for the sports car come from? Is doing business tax evasion? Is the official corrupt? ...there is also the battle of fifty cents and cents: Is it a problem with the system that the police beating people in Democracy?

  In short, what happened in the United States is also in full swing in China.

  An Feng was different from them, the first thing he did was to cash the check: A dead fellow is not a poor fellow. Eighty-nine times out of ten, Tony will be deported, his account will be frozen, and the million checks may be voided in a second. He ran to the local bank to cash the check, and laughed three times after reminding him that the transfer was successful.

  (end of this chapter)

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