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Chapter 89 Buying a Car (Repaired) [23 More]

After packing up his clothes, Turing was going to visit the local motorcycle store of the "Tempest Gang" near his home. He still remembered that there was a black leather boss with a unique accent there.

When he came to the living room, Turing's feet softened.

It's not that the legs are weak, but it feels like stepping on something soft, and the touch from under the slippers is a bit strange.

Soft soil and some kind of secret hamburger that can emit a strange smell appeared unconsciously in Turing's mind.

Looking up again, the big fox broke free from the rope tied to the kennel at some point, lying on the door of the French window and looking at Turing with a smile on his face.

Only then did he lift his foot off the ground.

A dark object with its own mosaic in his eyes lay quietly on the ground.

For some reason, Turing stared blankly at the lump on the ground, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

It wasn't until he thought for a second that Turing realized that he had stepped on something, and his expression immediately darkened.

The splayed phantom took a tool and shoveled it away, then locked the fox back into the backyard.

Throwing away the slippers, Turing walked out quickly.

He began to feel that something was wrong since he woke up.

Since the action was tonight, Turing didn't bring his suitcase or prepare anything, so he walked towards the Gale Gang station empty-handed.

As soon as he walked out of the yard, Turing heard Andrew's voice.

A tall, curly-haired boy in school uniform stood in front of Andrew, bowed his head and said nothing.Andrew sat in a wheelchair and loudly reprimanded the boys in the general English of the Mickton Federation.

What kind of trick is this?Tutoring at my doorstep?

It was a men's school uniform with stripes and a badge on the chest, and a kind of striped plaid pants on the lower body.The boy was carrying a backpack with a trendy pendant that was very popular among students, a pink flat rubber doll, round and wearing red shoes.

Turing vaguely remembered that this kind of schoolbag charm was very popular in high school.

This boy was Andrew's son, and Turing had seen Andrew picking him up in a wheelchair in the surveillance before.

But at this moment, the boy's body was covered with various stains, his face was bruised and purple, and he looked as if he had been beaten up.

Andrew seemed to be scolding fiercely, but now that Turing had come out, he immediately shut his mouth and stopped scolding his son.

Hanging a smile on his face, he greeted Turing.

"Good morning, my neighbor."

Listening to Andrew's slightly blunt spoken language, Turing greeted him politely, and then reminded:
"Mr. Andrew, although I don't intend to get involved in your family affairs, but..."

Before he could finish speaking, Andrew began to apologize at the top of his voice:

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm going to take him back now... What do you see, brat? You know how to fight all day long? Ah? Let's go!"

Of course, he said the second half of the sentence in English.

Facing this disabled father, his son didn't have any temper. He glanced at Turing's clean clothes and fair face, and then saw the expensive decoration inside through the window of the house. A look of envy flashed in his eyes .

Seeing his father walking forward in the wheelchair, the curly-haired boy gritted his teeth, turned his head suddenly, and ran towards the alley next to Turing's mansion.

"Hey!? You brat?!"

Andrew, who noticed the footsteps, turned around halfway, saw his boy's back and yelled angrily, hammered his legs hard, wishing to stand up and catch him, and immediately looked to the side for help Turing.

But as early as when Andrew apologized, Turing had already shook his head to show that he was fine, then turned and walked away.

He doesn't want to get involved too much in other people's family affairs.

After running into the alley, the curly-haired boy saw that his father hadn't caught up. He let out a sigh of relief, then looked around, and finally locked his eyes on the backyard of Turing's house, staring blankly.

There was a huge fox with four dog ropes tied around its neck, lying on the ground with aggrieved expression and squinting its eyes.

The curly-haired boy's eyes lit up immediately.

On the street, Turing didn't pay attention to the scene just now, and walked quickly to the motorcycle shop of the Storm Gang, and saw the leather vest owner smoking an electronic cigarette again.

Wearing a turban, wearing a leather vest, leaning against the door of the store with tattooed arms, he scanned the passers-by on the street with a look of nothing to do.

"Hey, boy juice, the oysters are gone!"

Seeing Turing approaching, the boss wearing a hood greeted him warmly, obviously remembering him.

And he found that Turing was coming straight for his shop door.

But the accent is still the same weird.

"I want to buy a car, the price doesn't need to be too high, just enough for transportation."

"Huh? Then you came to the right place."

The owner of the leather vest took a long puff of the electronic cigarette in his mouth, and Turing saw the LED light on it light up rapidly, and then slowly dimmed.

"follow me."

Beckoning at Turing, the leather vest strode in.

Following the leather vest into the store, Turing was able to see the whole picture of the store.

This is the interior space where the two stores are connected together.A counter made of iron sheets is placed next to the gate, on which a string of letters is spelled out with various light strips, and the lights are shining in broad daylight.

Various decorative candles are hung on the top of the interior of the space, connected to long wires, all of which generate electricity, giving it the feeling of a church ceremony.

Behind the counter is a wine cabinet with various wine bottles on it.However, they are all old bottles that are used for decoration after drinking. Some bottles even have leather decoration rings and rivets on them. In addition, there are some punk skulls on them.

A young man with a horse-backed head was talking on the phone, speaking arrogantly, but Turing couldn't understand the other party's language.

The cool modified motorcycles that Turing saw before were parked behind the window wall, each exuding a rough and wild taste.

Heavy metal and manly romance?
This sentence suddenly popped up in Turing's mind.

The Pikachu yellow motorcycle has been removed and replaced by another blue Harley. The metal decorations on it all adopt the shape of devil worship, goat horns, skulls, and electroplating patterns.

In order to show off this Harley, the shop owner also set up a magic circle for him underground, surrounded by electric flames, which looks very cool.

"Have you seen this one?"

The leather vest exhaled smoke, accompanied by a weird sweet smell of electronic cigarettes, passed Turing, and then patted the Harley's buttocks lightly.

"Just looking around. Tell me about the scooter."

Turing didn't understand cars. Although the appearance was very good, he knew that such cars were generally expensive, and his purpose was just a scooter.

As for coolness, the almighty phantom limb grows on his back, what shape can't be made?

I just don’t know why, when he was observing the motorcycle, Turing couldn’t move his eyes instinctively. This is the same as when he woke up and called Luo Wang this morning, he was inexplicably concerned about the hair falling from his head. It's kind of like.

"It's simple, come here, let me introduce you to the new models in our store."

The leather vest beckoned at Turing again, and Turing then took his eyes off the motorcycle and followed the leather vest into a door half as high as a person.

"Hermes small electric scooter, the best scooter sold in the area!"

Turing twitched the corner of his mouth as he watched the turban boss pass by, revealing a large pile of colorful lambs inside.

The night was dark and the wind was high, the gray fox rode his beloved little sheep, with eight phantom limbs stretched out from his back, and rushed into the gang resident under the hands of Huaxian...

Turing, who suddenly had such a picture in his mind, shook his head slightly.

"Slightly less...cartoon?"

Turing chose his words carefully.

"Of course, it doesn't have to be too expensive."

"Don't like it?" The vest boss looked Turing up and down.

Black hair slightly curly, beautiful face, oriental.

Isn't this best for little sheep?

Then, the boss took Turing around and looked at various locomotives, motorcycles, modified cars, and even the small sports car behind.

"30." Locomotive.

"60." Modified car.

"180 million." Sports car

"8600." The little sheep.

Turing shook his head again.

The boss is also a little impatient with Turing's pickiness.

"Okay, you don't want something too expensive, and you don't want something too 'cartoon', right? Stubborn!!"

The last sentence the boss said was the horseback guy at the howling counter.

The little brother dragged his steps and walked in front of the two:

"What's wrong?"

The leather vest waved his hand:
"Take him to see the goods behind."

　Change first, change later...

The state is extremely poor, a little water, let's get over it first.The third watch is almost midnight.

　
(End of this chapter)