North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

A trace of embarrassment flashed across George Ham's face. Thinking of the frightening scene when his identity was revealed on the bed, he asked angrily: "Then why did you just bet 100 million with him? Aren't you provoking him?"

Alice Rose sarcastically said: "Can we be the same? I'm just testing whether he is qualified to play with me!"

As she spoke, she ignored George Ham, whose face was flushed by her words. He asked the blond young man next to him who was munching a big bun: "Cliven, how many do you think Henry Gibbs has in his family?" money?"

Craven raised his head and glanced at Locke, who was teasing the little beauty across from him, and suddenly felt that the quality in his arms was not good enough.

Although the steamed buns are bigger, they are too gaudy. They look like the ones in Locke's arms. They look like babies at first glance, so tender that you can squeeze water out of them.

I instantly felt that my taste was too low, but this guy still knows how to play!

A flash of jealousy flashed in Craven's eyes. He inserted his hand into the woman's hair and pressed it down. The woman squatted down knowingly.

He asked: "Why? Are you interested in him?"

"This guy fits my taste so well, especially his unruly face. When I think of him kneeling in front of me, I feel..."

Alice Rose twisted her legs, pointed down to George Hamm, and then spread her legs.

George Ham's expression froze, his eyes full of struggle, his hands clenched tightly, and his feet nailed to the ground, motionless.

Alice Rose sneered: "Have you forgotten what you said when you knelt on the ground and begged me to spare you? You said you wanted to be my dog. To be a dog, you have to have the consciousness of a dog to be a dog. Why are you pretending to be noble? You should Fortunately, I still need you, otherwise I would have sent you to the Pacific Ocean to feed the fish..."

George Ham's spine was instantly jerked, he knelt down and got in with a face full of humiliation.

"Fuck, you bit my hair!"

Craven watched Alice Rose abusing George Hamm, and his whole body trembled. He shouted excitedly: "Alice, you are such a devil! Oh, fuck..."

"Useless trash!"

Alice Rose gave him a middle finger and said impatiently: "You haven't answered my question yet!"

Craven had a look of enjoyment on his face and said in a calm voice: "Since he can easily spend 150 million to bet with you and William Cooper, as well as his car and watch, the funds he can mobilize should be about 500 million. The family assets are at least US$2 million. As for his family’s military background and whether those crazy dogs in Compton were his handiwork..."

"It should be easier for you to find out about this. Your family has connections with Lapd in Japan... uh, just pretend I didn't say anything!"

Seeing Alice Rose's eyes suddenly turn cold, Craven shuddered and realized that he had made a mistake.

At this time, the door of a Ferrari 458 next to it was pushed open, and a young black man walked out. He rubbed his nose, then tied his pants, looked at the two people who had finished and the other was still enjoying themselves, and cursed: "Fuck, is it us black people who haven't evolved or you white people who haven't evolved? I know how to go in the car..."

Craven quickly avoided Alice Rose's eyes and looked at the sexy model coming out from the other side. He pretended to smile calmly and said: "Sanghis, William Cooper was deflated just now. I recorded it. If it were you If you can fuck your Eastern European little wild pussy to me once, I can send you the video..."

Sanges Camilo gave him a finger, hugged his Eastern European model girlfriend, whom he had just met, into his arms, kneaded him and cursed: "You son of a bitch, I've seen it a long time ago. You have no regrets about my little cutie, don’t even think about it. Unless you show me the video first and let me evaluate whether it’s worth it..."

The smile on the beautiful female model's face froze instantly, and she subconsciously wanted to break away from Sanges Camilo's arms, but she was held tightly by him.

Sanges Camilo lowered his head and stared at her expressionlessly. When he exerted force on his hand, the woman's face suddenly twisted in pain.

He sneered: "Don't you want to make a movie? You accompany Craven once, and I will find you a movie role. You know I know Harvey Weinstein..."

Seeing that the woman stopped struggling, Sanges Camilo pushed her towards Craven, "Give me the phone, I've wanted to smash that idiot William Cooper's face for a long time! It's a pity that Miller Ku has never been found. That old guy Po’s handle..."

Congressman Miller Cooper's constituency overlaps with that of his father, Congressman Belis Camilo, which eroded his father's votes. If his father hadn't stopped him, he would have tried to get rid of Congressman Miller Cooper.

At this critical moment, Alice Rose grasped George Hamm's hair tightly, but her eyes were fixed on Locke opposite.

……

Damn, hot eyes!

In addition to Alice Rose and her group, who behaved unscrupulously, several other rich second-generation small groups were also doing the same thing.

That weakling William Cooper was also holding his black girl, frying pancakes as if no one was around, as if he wanted to get back the face he had just lost.

Damn it, you can support me, why are you staring at me?

Locke gave him a middle finger gesture and saw that Sarah Mendes' face was already red and she was hiding in his arms, not daring to look at her. He knew it was time to leave.

Otherwise, there was a lot of artillery fire from the opposite side, and there was no movement on his side, and the secret would be exposed.

Locke originally thought that the Santa Monica drag racing stronghold was a place where rich second-generation people play with cars, but he didn't expect it to be so unsightly.

Sex, flour, leaves, alcohol, as the night gets darker, covering up the glamor of these rich second generation, these filthy things are slowly revealed.

It's no different from a drag racing stronghold controlled by gangsters, except that it's a higher level.

He still thinks too well of the rich second generation in the United States, thinking that everyone is like him, optimistic, righteous, humorous, and responsible...

Locke looked down at Sarah Mendes and said, "In the future, you are not allowed to go racing alone without me by your side!"

"understood!"

Sarah Mendes responded in a low voice, her voice was more coquettish than ever before, obviously she was stimulated by these live erotic palaces.

She glanced down and said in a soft voice: "If you need it, I can..."

"Snapped!"

Locke slapped her on the butt and reprimanded: "A woman must respect herself and love herself. Even if she likes a man, she must not have a bottom line. What is the difference between mating in public and animals..."

Sarah Mendes touched her butt and said aggrievedly: "I mean, we can leave here first!"

Locke was startled, then helped her rub it, and said seriously: "You are not an adult yet, don't think about this kind of thing yet..."

Sarah Mendes hugged him tightly and said touchedly: "You are so good to me!"

"Don't, don't, come so close to me..."

After leaving Alice Rose's sight, Locke looked solemn. The harvest from this trip was too great.

He now wanted to call Anna Davis and tell her that her carefully selected undercover agent had betrayed him.