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"Yes, I'm fine." Katerina straightened her wind-torn hair and nodded.

"Well, I guess, you must be hungry by now!?" Gloria said.

"Oh, yes, I was so scared by those two bastards just now that I forgot about it."

"Sorry, I was planning to have dinner in Titusville. But now, I can only drive you to Orlando."

"Oh nevermind, I've never been to Orlando anyway. Well, I know there's Disney World, Universal Studios, SeaWorld theme park, and..."

"And The Wizarding World of Harry Potter, Kennedy Space Center, right?"

"of course."

"Okay, let's go to Orlando and enjoy a delicious Christmas dinner," Gloria said.

"That's right, it's better to have another bottle of French champagne. Gloria, do you prefer vodka or champagne?" Katerina asked.

"Well, it's all right. Alright, let's go." After Gloria finished speaking, she put down the visor, turned the accelerator with her right hand, squeezed the clutch handle with her left hand, and stepped on the gear shifting pedal with her left foot , headed toward downtown Orlando along Highway 408.

For Katerina, who came to Florida three months ago, her impression of Orlando may only be the many famous tourist attractions in this "happiest place on earth".

But for Gloria, who was born as a native, this beautiful tourist city has almost lost its former tranquility, peace and scenery.

As Hispanics, Latinos, global retirees and wealthier populations from other US states continue to immigrate to Orlando and other cities in Florida, the major gangs that have made their fortunes in Miami are also immigrating their "population" to the city .

"Titusville is a small place with a small population, and it's not enough to be a place for gangsters. Well, those two bastards probably came from Orlando just now." Gloria was thinking while riding a motorcycle.

"It doesn't matter. You meet these bastards everywhere you go."

"Keep a low profile now."

"Dodging surveillance cameras in public places..."

In fact, she did think very carefully.In the "hands-on negotiation" with the gang members before, everyone present ignored one point, that is, the owner of the motel.

When the gang members pretended to sell drugs to Katerina, the boss saw this scene of "street drug dealing" through the office window.After a few seconds, I didn't care about my business and turned my attention back to the comic book.

Legally speaking, the U.S. Constitution grants citizens the right to liberty.And "drug abuse" belongs to the category of personal freedom, and will not cause direct harm to other people or American society.

From a personal point of view, drugs, as drugs that change the nerves and the mind, have become the main choice for many Americans to reduce psychological stress and overcome psychological crises.Therefore, it is understandable to buy drugs from drug dealers and seek spiritual relief from drugs.

However, when the "drug push" turned into a robbery at gunpoint, he couldn't sit still.When he stood up abruptly, he saw a black man with blond braids holding an extended-barrel Colt Python revolver, pointing it at the girl's head...

"Fuck, these two bastards are robbing?"

"I will never allow this to happen on my private territory!"

"Okay, that's it."

After making up his mind, he picked up the domestic Remington shotgun erected behind the door, and prepared to use force to stop the shameless and daring robbery of the two gangsters.

Just as he was about to walk out with the shotgun in his right hand and the ball lock of the office door with his left hand, he heard a loud engine sound coming from the right side of the road.

"Wait, do these two bastards still have accomplices?" When he became suspicious, he saw a curious or horrifying figure suddenly appearing at the scene of the robbery.

A somewhat slender "skinny guy" in black motorcycle clothing and a motorcycle helmet erected a motorcycle on the concrete road very easily in front of everyone and himself.

On vacations with his family in the past, he'd seen "hurricane gangs" of a dozen or dozens of premium racing motorcycles on the interstate.Among them are many motorcycle masters who can lift motorcycles, stand on the back seat, and drive on the interstate with only the rear wheels on the ground.

But the "thin guy" in front of him is not racing, nor is he riding with his companions on holiday. Instead, he lifted the front of the motorcycle into the air at the scene of a robbery that made people breathless.

With a powerful revolver-gun at hand, two brazen bastards threaten an innocent young woman, trying to take her property or her life.

And this black "thin guy" actually used the locomotive erected on the ground to frighten the robbers without fear and without saying a word? !Isn't "he" afraid that the locomotive will be hit by robbers, isn't "he" afraid that he will be injured?

The suffocating scenes are too stimulating and imaginative!The hotel owner stared out the window, quietly put down the shotgun, and took out the smartphone from the pocket of his jeans.

Turn on the camera function of the phone and point the lens at the robbery scene outside the window.To himself, "God, who is this guy? Ghost Rider, Daredevil, Daredevil, Blade or the Fantastic Four?"

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