North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Locke knew very well that the character he created would be like a walking money in the underground world and would definitely be targeted.

He was fishing on purpose tonight, preparing to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, and to remind those who wanted to take advantage of him that if they tried to swallow him, their teeth would break.

That's why he acted like he was so hated, constantly provoking the anger of the black guys, and madly attracting hatred.

He also threw out a check for 5 yuan. You should know that the bonus he got from the previous few racing was only more than 3000 yuan. This bait can definitely make the black guy lose his mind.

In a poor place like Compton, a small gang like Red might not be able to earn more than $5 a month.

In any industry, there are high-end and low-end, and gang organizations are the same.

The big gang enjoys all the wealth and wealth in the world, including BMWs, fancy cars, wine ponds and meat forests. Of course, they live a life of drinking and getting drunk now.

The small gangs can only pick up some jobs that the big gangs don't like to make ends meet, but they are relatively safe and don't have to worry about not being able to see the sun tomorrow.

Red's gang is the little Calami of Los Angeles gangs.

According to Victor Mendez's information, Red's main business is to organize drag racing competitions, collect commissions from the opening, and also engages in flour retailing and part-time work as an agency.

The business they do is relatively low-end, not even a real gangster, somewhere between black and gray.

Red used to be a drag racer and one of the customers of Mendez's repair shop. Later, more and more Karami followed him, so he set up a stronghold in the vacuum of the Compton slums and became the Compton. The gangster of Purton's drag racing gang.

The reason why Locke chose this guy to be the chicken was not because he was black, but because he was the weakest.

Other drag racing strongholds are either involved with big gangs or have complicated backgrounds.

……

Following Rhett's order, the entire stronghold instantly became restless.

Tonight's drag racing competition immediately accelerated, and soon more than 20 cars were lined up in two rows, including Rhett's modified GTR. Although this guy has become the boss, he has not retreated to the second line. He still often participates in drag racing. Still in good condition.

Xiaohei and Liuying who were in high spirits on both sides of the team were singing and dancing. The riders and their female companions also joined in, and many of them began to do themselves stimulants.

Several of Rhett's followers were scattered on both sides of the car to collect bets one by one. Many jingling poisonous insects who obviously looked poor took out crumpled banknotes from nowhere and prepared to place bets. If they were right, they could live for several days. .

Locke found these sums to be small and again despised the stronghold for being so poor.

Obviously, they didn't ignore the small money because of the huge bet on Locke.

Next to the gray Challenger Hellcat, Victor and Ryder carefully inspected the car.

Ryder made an OK gesture to Locke, "Master, you are in perfect condition, defeat them!"

When Locke heard the name Ryder, his teeth suddenly became sour. He had already corrected the black guy several times.

Damn it, he still refuses to change despite repeated admonishment, and he doesn't even bother to talk about it now.

Black lives already matter, why do you still want to be a black slave?

Victor stared at Sarah and hesitated to speak. Locke guessed what he wanted to say, so he said to Sarah: "How about you take Victor's car?"

You can imagine what will happen next. Rhett will definitely try his best to win this game.

"no..."

Sarah's attitude was very resolute, she glanced at Victor coldly, and sat directly in the passenger seat.

Locke shrugged at Victor, "Don't worry, nothing will happen. I will take good care of her..."

Victor said with a complicated expression: "I know your driving skills are very good, but this time you are not just competing with Red, you are competing with all the cars here. They can use any dirty tricks..."

Locke smiled coldly and said calmly: "Didn't we expect it a long time ago? So, I asked you to install anti-collision beams on the car. Don't worry, I have some confidence in my driving skills, and I also have some confidence in your modification skills! "

He patted Victor on the shoulder and said, "You and Ryder should also be careful..."

Locke bent down and got into the car. After installing the roll cage, the space inside the car became even tighter. However, compared to the Ford Mustang and Chevrolet Camaro, the Challenger's space was already large.

He fastened his seat belt and started the vehicle, turned to the nervous Sarah and said, "I'll leave the right rearview mirror to you later..."

Sarah had been worried that Locke would let her get off the car. She smiled brightly when she heard this and nodded vigorously, "Well..."

Locke reached out and rubbed her wig, and said with a smile: "Don't put on such heavy makeup when you get off the car, it looks like a prostitute..."

Sarah said with a flat mouth: "You always say that I am young..."

Locke looked helpless, he was not worthy enough, how could he play dick.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed it, "You are so young, I don't know why you are so urgent..."

At this time, Brother Hei came over and motioned for Locke to lower the window, "Baby face, your seat is in front. They are all waiting for you. They are like a bitch like you, grinding and chirping. If you are afraid, it is too late to give up now. I hope you wait. I can still display this next..."

Locke directly raised the car window. He was afraid that if he continued to listen, he would be tempted to pull out a gun. The double-layer vacuum glass was top-notch in soundproofing, and the world suddenly became quiet.

Outside the window, Brother Hei extended two middle fingers to Locke with an angry look on his face. Although he couldn't hear what he said, he could imagine that he was spitting feces from his mouth.

Locke ignored it and drove the car directly to the front. The black guys next to him kept giving them the middle finger. The scene was very spectacular.

Seeing that there was an empty seat in the third row in front of him, Locke knew it was reserved for him, so he drove over. Soon, Brother Hei came over to give him the vehicle number and driving route.

Usually, in most cases, the end point of drag racing is the starting point, running in a big circle or running back and forth. The first three times of drag racing, he finally returned to the starting point. He directly scattered the winnings, causing the poisonous insects to kneel down and rush for it.

This time the route ends not at the starting point, but at the Long Beach Pier.

Locke understood that this was to let him go and never return.

Suddenly, a naked white woman with blond headlights walked directly between the two trains. Everything she passed was white.

She held her head high, her body shining brightly, her waves rolling, her steps graceful and enchanting, just like walking on a catwalk.

Even with the soundproof glass, Locke could still hear the screams of the black guys outside. It was the same feeling as seeing Swift. He even saw some black guys taking out the glue directly.

This woman should be the racing girl tonight!

The quality is indeed extraordinary, several levels higher than the women I saw next to the drivers before.

It was an eye-opener for Locke. It seemed that each racing stronghold had its own characteristics.

Suddenly I felt that those previous bra and panty flicks were all childish.

Damn, it’s Brother Hei’s fun.

But this woman has nothing on her, so what are you going to throw away later?

Locke was watching intently when a small hand suddenly stretched out from beside him and blocked his eyes.

Sarah Mendes coquettishly said: "It's so ugly, what's so good about it!"

Locke was so embarrassed that he forgot that there was a woman sitting next to him.

He pinched the soft little hand in front of him, turned around and said with a smile: "Of course, she looks better than you. I'm afraid of missing the start..."

Sarah Mendes's pretty face turned crimson, and she said shyly: "You haven't seen it..."

Locke was about to say that he had measured it, but was shocked by the scene in front of him. The racing girl suddenly transformed into a gymnast, hanging on the height limit bar in front, and also did a standard aerial split horse, stretching her body to the extreme.

Locke was dumbfounded. Damn it, do you want everyone to get into her crotch?

Just when he was doubting, the racing girl's legs suddenly turned 90 degrees, which felt like turning a switch, and then the car in front rushed out with the first swish.

Departure now?

Locke followed up with a kick. When he passed by, he glanced subconsciously, but naturally he didn't see anything.

While regretful, I couldn't help but sigh again.

Brother Hei still knows how to play.