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Chapter 195 Hell's Kitchen Contest (Subscribe)

Although it is not clear why Stark has such strong confidence, but think of Stark's technological means.

Andy knew that his worries might seem superfluous. Although Stark was proud, he also had the capital to be proud.

The technology he has mastered is something that many scientists need to study for decades to achieve.

And by that time, Stark's technology didn't know how far it had been updated.

Seeing Stark's full confidence, Andy stopped admonishing Stark.

Even if Stark really suffered a blow in Ivan's hands, Andy wouldn't be worried.

This guy can create the Mark [-] under the noses of terrorists, which can only explain one problem.

The more serious the blow, the more powerful it would be for him to erupt.

If he fails in Ivan's hands, believe in Stark's ability.

It must be able to recover quickly, and then appear in front of the world with more powerful technology.

Such a situation somewhat made Andy look forward to it, and picked up the wine glass in his hand to touch Stark lightly.

The two looked at each other with a smile, and drank the liquid in the glass in one gulp.

As time went by, night gradually fell.

The people in the tavern had already sobered up and walked out of the tavern one after another to the open space.

In the dock area, Jin Bin had already prepared fireworks to congratulate the party.

As the violent sound continued to sound, countless fireworks exploded in the air, blooming with gorgeous colors.

Anyone who lives in Hell's Kitchen can see clearly that the party in the tavern has already spread throughout Hell's Kitchen.

Everyone maintained a certain tacit understanding, and no one did anything bad on this day.

They didn't want to spoil their day in Hell's Kitchen, and they all had a normal day like everyone else outside of Hell's Kitchen.

And in the sewers of Hell's Kitchen, a large number of red-clothed killers are rapidly passing through this intricate place.

They carried bags of soil on their backs, and quickly transported the soil to the outside of the sewer.

These killers didn't know how long they had been digging here, and a huge hole appeared in the sewer of the block next to the Demon Hunter's Tavern.

Hundreds of red-clothed killers are like laborers, digging here uninterruptedly.

A killer with a special mark patrolled here, and left in a hurry without finding anything.

And directly above their excavation was an abandoned factory that had been acquired.

The killer appeared here, walking towards the office in the factory.

Dong dong dong

There was a knock on the door, and then the killer pushed the door open and entered.

There were three old men talking in the office, and they all looked at him after the killer entered.

Their eyes are fierce, and most people can't help but dodge after seeing them.

But facing this killer, the eyes of several old people were very calm.

"Master, our people have been digging for a long time. Is the position shifted? I didn't feel the breath of the keel."

The killer bowed and said to one of the old men.

In the sewers, the killers of Hand and Society have been digging for an unknown period of time.

But he still didn't feel any breath of the keel. He didn't know if it was the wrong direction for them to dig.

"It can't be wrong. I have been exploring here for a long time. The best burial place in New York is here. If you continue to dig the keel, it must be here."

Looking at the killer in front of her, Mrs. Gao said indifferently.

They had been investigating the whereabouts of the keel, and she was the first to determine its location.

This is also the reason why she can be resurrected, because she holds the whereabouts of the keel in her hands.

The killer's master glanced at Mrs. Gao coldly, and said:
"Madam Gao, what we want is the keel, not an approximate location.

The last of our keel is consumed to revive you, and after a while I'm going to sleep too, if we can't find the keel we'll all die. "

After being ridiculed for a while, Mrs. Gao glared at the killer's master and gritted her teeth.

"Murakami, are you threatening me? Don't forget that keel is mine."

Ignoring Mrs. Gao, Murakami looked at his apprentice and said, "Xin, let them continue to dig and speed up the excavation. Maybe the keel is still deeper."

"Yes!"

Xinwei bowed and left the office backwards.

After the letter left, Mrs. Gao snorted coldly and ignored the two people in front of her.

After the fireworks show, Dominique and the others found Shang-Chi.

"Did you find me for something?"

Looking at the few people who came to look for him, Shang-Chi was a little curious. Did these racing teachers have any requirements?
Dominic nodded seriously, pointed at the vehicle he was waiting for and said:
"Can racing competitions be held here? We want to celebrate you in our own way."

They're the speedsters, and there's only one way to celebrate, and that's drag racing, speeding through the streets.

Dominic's voice was not lowered, and many people around them heard his words.

The crowd started cheering, racing in Hell's Kitchen was a novel experience.

Everyone looked at Jin Bin, who wanted to go racing in Hell's Kitchen without Jin Bin's nod.

Everyone looked at Jin Bing expectantly, but there was no sound for a while.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Jin Bing called a gangster to give a few orders, and then left the tavern with his wife and children.

After Jin Bing left, the gangster yelled loudly and started the game.

Seeing this scene, everyone knew about Jin and agreed to the drag racing in Hell's Kitchen.

A lot of people are calling their bros, and they're racing in Hell's Kitchen today.

Without a good car, there is no hope of winning.

You must know that many people have already placed bets in front of that gangster, and the bets are close to [-].

As long as they win the game, they can get the nearly [-] bet.

Dominic didn't expect that he would set this place on fire with just a question.

Looking at the huge bonus in front of the gangster, he couldn't help but place a bet.

The bastard naturally took everything he ordered, and he didn't care who could win the game.

He only cares about how much money he can earn, and Jin allowing him to open here means agreeing to this game.

As for how much he can earn, it depends on his own ability.

But it doesn't bother him, as a senior gambler, he knows how to balance the multiplier of this kind of bet.

He didn't adjust the magnification one by one, because he didn't have so much time to manage.

He just divides all the money into ten parts, and only the driver who gets No.1 can get the general bet as a bonus.

And other people who bet on the No.1 driver will share the other half of the bet with him.

This is the first car race held in Hell's Kitchen, and everyone is very excited.

Continuous vehicles approached the tavern, blocking the water around the tavern.

Seeing such a scene, Jessica and the others walked out.

Either threats or coercion.

Most of these car owners are dissatisfied with forcing all these vehicles to be scattered on the planned streets.

But thinking of the comparison of the opponent's force with his own, he could only follow their instructions.

Fortunately, Jessica and the others did not stop them from participating in the competition, which gave them some comfort in their hearts.

A key figure in proposing the race, Dominique was the first racer to take to the field.

Seeing his red racing car slowly reach the starting line, everyone cheered.

After the other cars were parked, the gambler found a loudspeaker from somewhere and shouted:
“3、2、1，ReadyGo！！！”

Under the order of the gangster, all the vehicles rushed out of the starting line in an instant.

And Dominique was far ahead, his exhaust pipe roaring.

The passionate sound of the engine echoed in the neighborhood, and the other drivers watched as they were pulled further and further away.

In my heart, I stepped on the accelerator of the car to the bottom, and the speed of the car increased rapidly, but there was still no shadow of Dominic.

Although their cars have also been modified, they are not professional car players like Dominic.

There is no hope for the No.1 bonus, and they can only compete fiercely for the No.2 result.

After all, Dominique's racing speed makes people feel hopeless, they are not drivers of the same level at all.

Soon at the other end of the street, Dominique's racing car appeared in front of everyone.

Slowly stopping at the finish line, the bald-headed Dominique got out of the car with a bored expression on his face.

They are not in the same weight class at all, and this kind of abusive game makes him feel bored.

"Oh, No.1 is the Dominique we expected, the Dominique who proposed the drag racing competition for us."

Hearing the gangster's announcement, the surrounding drivers cheered.

Dominique's performance just now benefited them a lot. It turns out that the car can still be modified like this, and it can still be driven like this.

Holding the [-] that the gangster handed over, a smile appeared on Dominique's face.

These bundles of banknotes are the motivation for him to continue racing.

The following cars finally reached the finish line, and their competition along the way was very fierce, no less than those racing competitions.

Besides, this is still Hell's Kitchen, and they have used all kinds of methods.

Their cars were smashed into huge dents, and some people even had a few nails on the tires.

Looking at the performance of a few of them, he glanced at Dominic again.

There were boos all over the field, and the skills they showed were really poor.

Even with these despicable methods, the distance between them is still not much different.

Andy and others who watched the game on the second floor of the tavern also looked disgusted, and after the disgust, they showed admiration for Dominic.

This guy's technique is really great, and they all knew that in this game, Dominic didn't play his best at all.

But they still won the game easily, which made them have to admire Dominique, who specializes in racing.

After watching for a while, Stark said with a strange face:

"Why do I think it's not good to hold a racing competition here? Their driving skills have improved, aren't they making trouble for our Director George?"

He laughed out loud as he said that, as long as the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen have good driving skills, they will be involved in robbery and crimes to some extent.

The competition here is a place for them to continuously improve their racing skills. Not only can they improve their own skills, but they can also compete for prize money in each competition.

This way of killing multiple birds with one stone is an excellent way for these gangsters.

And judging by the situation, the competitions here should be held frequently.

Then you can imagine how hard it was for the police to chase them.

Thinking of this, Andy and the others also smiled.

This has nothing to do with them, these bastards are just playing.

Who knows if the one who fled with the robbers will appear among this group of people.

Wang Kaixuan, who was watching the game downstairs, looked envious.

He saw the one hundred thousand dollars in Dominic's hand, and the bundles of green banknotes made him envious.

It was just a car race, and the total time from preparation to the start of the race did not exceed an hour.

That guy named Dominique easily made the one hundred thousand that they hadn't reached yet.

(End of this chapter)