Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 252 Racing
"Buzzing buzzing—"

"Buzzing—"

"Buzz-"

Late at night, at two o'clock in the morning, the sound of a car's high-horsepower engine continued to echo on the streets of Brooklyn.

All kinds of vehicles are parked on the street.
Dodge Charger, Dodge Ram, Nissan IDX, Dodge Viper ACR, Honda S2000 Toyota GT86, Ford hotrod, Plymouth Barracuda, Nissan GT-R
There are different types of these cars, including American muscle cars, sports cars, and Nissan coupes, but no matter what kind of car they are, they all have a common feature, that is, these cars have undergone explosive changes.

From the exhaust pipe, to the engine, from the taillights to the car film, these racing cars that pursue extreme speed and are heavily modified, or even the whole car may not find a part that has not been modified.

"It seems that there are quite a lot of people here today, let me go and see how much the bonus is this time?"

Wearing a black leather jacket with copper studs and a golden lip ring on his lips, a black man dressed like a hip-hop singer,
He walked through the crowd, bumped fists with a few "good friends" he was familiar with, and soon got the news he wanted from these good friends who used to make zero-dollar purchases together.

"My dear, the prize money for the winner of this competition is $20! Cool!"

The black racer reached out and hugged the white girl sitting on the hood of his blue Chevrolet, and they kissed passionately!
The racing girl, who was dressed completely coolly, and her skirt even exposed her pp, responded enthusiastically to the black racer. After a long time, the two separated.

"How is the strength of the competitors this time?"

"Those are the ones who are threatening, the Deman Brothers, Bob, by the way, there is also a female racing driver who has been gaining momentum recently,

But it doesn't matter, my car has just modified the engine and added a liquid nitrogen acceleration system, so their car can only follow my ass and eat ashes."

The black racing driver put his arms around his girlfriend, and raised his middle finger to two tall, thin, bald men with tattooed faces not far away in a demonstrative manner, and the other party also raised his middle finger in response.

"How about it, Giselle! I see that many of the people here today are familiar faces. Is there any chance of winning?"

Fat fat broker with a baseball cap on his head comes to a red sports car,
In front of the sports car door, a woman in jeans and a white polo shirt was leaning against the car door. Her delicate face and those straight and slender legs attracted many people nearby to salivate.

Just now, the woman has already rejected at least seven or eight drivers who came forward to strike up a conversation.

"Paul, you are my manager, you should trust my driving skills!" Giselle patted the red sports car beside her, her eyes under the orange sunglasses curved into crescents, and she looked in a good mood.

"However, what I am most concerned about is, how much is the prize money for this competition?"

Hearing Giselle mention the bonus, Paul's chubby face was full of anger: "The registration fee for these stingy vampires is five thousand dollars.

This is not a race organized by Xincha, it's just an ordinary underground car race, the registration fee is so high, hell, these guys must have gotten kickbacks in it!

When I see Simcha someday, I'm going to make a complaint to him! "

Giselle's eyes lit up under the sunglasses when she heard Paul's words: "Paul, you know Simcha, the biggest organizer of underground racing in New York! Simcha, the king of racing!"

"Girl, your news is a bit out of date, and Syncha is now more than just the organizer of the New York Underground Race,
The slightly famous racing competitions in the entire federation have the shadow of Simcha behind them. It is said that he even manipulated the behind-the-scenes handicap of the FIA ​​GT competition! "

A young white man with a scorpion tattoo on his arm, wearing a black suit with an empty interior and bare abs walked up to the two of them. Emphasis was placed on her pair of slender legs.

"Hey! Bob, stay away from my people!" Fat Paul yelled at the young white man angrily.

"Your man!" The young white man sneered: "Old Paul, this little girl who is not experienced in the world fell for you at first sight, why is she bragging about your relationship with Simcha!"

Amidst Paul's blushing and embarrassing complexion, the young white man unceremoniously exposed his background to Giselle:

"Don't listen to old Paul's nonsense, he used to be neighbors with Simcha, or two buildings away,

Whether the current Xincha can recognize him after seeing him is two things,

The old Paul has always used the name of Simcha to deceive those young drivers who don't know the truth to work for him! "

"Ma'am, why don't you come with me? My cousin is the organizer of this competition. If you really want to know Xincha, I can let my cousin introduce you!"

Giselle glanced at Old Paul, and did not agree to Bob's invitation, nor did she refuse, but patted the roof of the sports car behind her:
"Do you want to chase me or sleep with me, if you beat me in this competition, I will give you this chance!"

"That's what you said!" Bob stared fiercely at Giselle's legs with greedy eyes, and his eyes wished he could swallow her whole in his stomach.

As if he was afraid that Giselle would go back on his word, he turned around and raised his fists, announcing the bet to the crowd loudly.

All of a sudden, cheers, screams, whistles, and hisses rang out in the underground racing venue at the same time.

"Bob, you son of a bitch, that beauty is mine, you wait to eat my exhaust!"

"Your skinny body like a hemp stick, you can't replace it with me!"

"Beauty, can you add me to the bet—"

...

"Giselle, Bob is an addict, but his driving skills are very high. Since Toledo left the New York underground racing competition, Bob's racing level can be ranked first in the entire New York underground racing world." ten!"

The old Paul looked at Giselle with some concern. He didn't want to see Giselle and Bob make a so-called bet, and follow a sinister, poisonous bug. This girl's life will be ruined.

The corners of Gisele's eyes curled up behind the sunglasses: "New York's top ten, that's just right, I hope he sees my taillights!"

Seeing the confident Giselle, the old Paul knew that persuasion was useless, so he didn't say anything more, and began to tell her carefully the rules of this underground racing competition and a few opponents that need attention.

"Buzzing-"

Just when the race was about to start, bursts of powerful sports cars roared.

Several extremely luxurious sports cars drove into the arena from behind the blockade, red Ferrari, white Porsche 911, black Lamborghini, blue McLaren P1
Compared with the 10,000+ USD or even tens of thousands of USD assembled racing cars in the arena, the appearance of these multi-million dollar sports cars is like a few red-crowned cranes falling into a flock of chickens, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"You guys are racing, how about two more?"

The red scissor doors of the Ferrari opened, and Gu Ziyun in a sailor suit stepped down from the driver's seat with a lollipop in his mouth.

"We are a very dangerous underground racing competition, very dangerous, kids from rich families, I advise you to stay away!"

Bob's cousin, a middle-aged white man with a cockscomb hair, was happily counting the banknotes in his hands with a few of his subordinates.

Every time this kind of underground racing competition is held, the most profitable is of course not the driver's registration fee, but the peripheral gambling, and the people watching these competitions are just small heads.

In this underground car race, drones broadcast the whole process to some of their customers, and these customers will bet on their designated software APP.

After a game, the gambling money alone is worth millions of dollars. Of course, the bulk of it is to be handed over to the higher-ups, but the little soup that leaks from the big man's fingers is enough for little people like them to eat and drink. .

Seeing that a few rich second generations wanted to participate in the competition, he stepped out from the crowd and began to dissuade him, he didn't want to cause trouble.

It was about a multi-million dollar racing betting game. If something went wrong, he might be directly stuffed into a cement bucket by the boss and thrown into New York Harbor.

The door of the white Porsche 911 was opened, and Zheng Daeun, who was dressed as a young lady, got out of the car and opened the front cover of the Porsche, and took out a nylon bag like a quilt from inside.

Zheng Daeun held the bulging bag with one hand, threw it casually, and threw it directly at the feet of the middle-aged white man.

"I heard that you need a registration fee to participate in your competition. Here is 100 million. How about the registration fee for the two of us? Is it enough?"

The middle-aged Caucasian man was a little moved when he saw the green dollar bills exposed in the open bag.

"Our track is full of drivers!"

"That's simple, just ask them to give up two! What is the prize money for your championship, 20, well, whoever wants to give up his track, come here and get 20 US dollars to leave!"

.........

Looking at the "arrogant and domineering" Zheng Daeun and Gu Ziyun who were throwing money at people,

Tang Song opened the hood of the Lamborghini, lit a cigar, and watched with a smile as the two little girls smashed two runways with money.

These underground racers obviously couldn't resist the $20 offer.

Meow!

In Little Naughty's arms, the culprit big cat turned over, revealing its white belly, and let Little Naughty masturbate,
In the driver's seat of the McLaren P1, which was also turned on in convertible mode, Skye looked at the little rascal with some envious eyes, and simply drove Tang from the Lamborghini, sat on it by himself, and met the little rascal to pet the cat.

Facing the cruel woman, Boss Tang could only obediently give up his seat,
Standing far away, smoking a cigar, watching a group of racers drive their cars to the starting point.

Compared with the expensive supercars they drove and the beauties like Skye, Rascal, and Gu Ziyun,

Boss Tang's handsome face attracted the attention of most racing girls.

The "rich people" like the Tang and Song Dynasties and their daily lives are completely two classes, like two parallel lines that will never touch.

Seeing Tang Song getting off the car alone, the hot eyes of many women seemed to be glued to him,
Some bold ones even lowered their clothes quietly, and walked towards Tang Song, wanting to catch this winner.

If you really can't catch it, it's okay to have a one-night stand with this rich handsome guy,
At that time, if you do some tricks to stop the elves, maybe you can become a rich man in the upper class.

With so many fiery eyes, Boss Tang couldn't resist the alchemy overhaul. He didn't even notice that a pair of equally fiery eyes were carefully sizing him up through the car's rearview mirror.

If it were any other time, Tang and Song's spiritual sense would have discovered this kind of peeping at the first time, but now there are too many people peeping at him in this scene, especially women, and they are all non-hostile. Eager to spy.

The bold one even winked at him directly and fired, ignoring the boyfriend beside him.

"Tang Song!" Giselle felt her hands trembling a little. She looked at the man smoking a cigar through the rearview mirror. She didn't expect the target to appear in front of her so easily.

Originally, according to Mossad's arrangement, she needed to get in touch with Tang Song's subordinate named Xincha first, and then step by step into the inside of this criminal group.

Unexpectedly, in an unremarkable underground car race, she actually saw the final boss here!

"calm down!"

Giselle patted her pretty face and forced herself to calm down. According to Mossad's intelligence files, this Tang Song is probably a powerful supernatural power user.

If he was allowed to see the flaws, he would definitely die a miserable death.

How can I get close to him?
"Buzz!"

"Buzzing-"

Just when Giselle was in a state of confusion, several racing cars had already entered the preparation stage.

As a racing girl in a bikini waved the flag in her hand, several racing cars rushed out of the track like arrows flying off the string.

On the big screen set up next to it, the organizer thoughtfully used drones to broadcast live in real time.

It can be seen that the starting speeds of several racing cars are not slow, especially the red Ferrari and the white Porsche 911. The horsepower of their own engines far exceeds that of ordinary racing cars, not to mention that the masters have been modified.

Gu Ziyun and Zheng Daeun obviously did not put their opponents on anyone other than each other. They stepped on the accelerator all the way, and even kept going at full speed when cornering.

The two super sports cars are almost running side by side,

Brakes?reduce speed?nonexistent.

With the physical fitness of the two of them, even if there is an accident in the car, it is impossible to be injured.

As for the other racers, the taillights of their cars were hardly visible.

Liquid nitrogen acceleration is only used at the end of the game when the gap is small.

And the only thing that can tightly bite within 100 meters behind the two is a red sports car.

Giselle could only feel her adrenaline soaring at the limit. After pressing the hidden switch in the sports car, the power system that imitated the Chirita flying motorboat purchased from the black market made her feel that her car was not Instead of running, it is flying.

At this speed, a small mistake, even an inconspicuous stone, could destroy her car, but even at this speed, she still couldn't catch up with the two cars in front.

"Two lunatics!"

In the end, Gisele could even feel the clink of the loose screws of her sports car under the powerful power system,
She had to slow down the speed of the car, and only after she slowed down did she realize that the white POLO shirt was almost completely soaked in sweat, and the faint purple breasts were exposed under the translucent clothes.

.........

"Sir, we need to talk!"

After Tang Song declined the invitation of a blonde Persian cat to play poker tonight,

While smoking a cigar, lamenting his own charm.

A middle-aged white man with a cockscomb hair walked beside him, with a gloomy face visible to the naked eye.

"You! Talk to me? What are you talking about?" Tang Song looked at the guy in front of him wearing a cross and a devil tattoo on his arm with some amusement, and flicked half of the cigar in his hand.

"Sir, I don't know where you came from, but it's clear that you ruined the game!"

The middle-aged white man said in a slightly threatening tone: "You have provoked someone you shouldn't have?"

"Huh? Let me guess? It was you who started the game after this game,

Then the two of them participated in the competition, but you didn't include them in the game and didn't open any market, so... shouldn't this be a good thing, the dealer takes all! ? "

Tang Song held his chin and looked playfully at the middle-aged white man with a cockscomb head in front of him. With his five senses, even without spiritual knowledge, he could still hear what this guy was saying to his subordinates in a fit of anger.

At this moment, the face of the middle-aged white man with a cockscomb head is almost as ugly as constipation. The Asian in front of him is right. In theory, this situation is indeed a dealer take all.

But once the gamblers got the word out, and it got to his boss's boss, Simcha, he was dead.

In order to earn extra money and affect the gang's income, if this kind of thing is discovered, they will be shot to death directly. Damn it, he didn't expect these two rich second-generation car drivers who are playing tricks to be so skilled.

Looking at the two super cannon cars, one white and one red, on the big screen, the middle-aged white man with a cockscomb head regretted that his stomach was green. If he had known that adding these two to the betting line, there would be no such thing as now.

"Listen, kid, if you don't want to die, you'd better spend another 400 million to settle this matter!"

The best way that the middle-aged Jiguantou can think of is to collect a sum of money and give it to the boss above to settle the matter.
He is an ordinary little boss, obviously he can't afford such a large sum of money, but the Asian man driving a super sports car in front of him is obviously a big fat sheep.

"400 million! Is it enough?" Tang Song stretched out his hand with a smile, and a man in black came out of the darkness quietly, and handed Tang Song a checkbook respectfully.

Tang Song signed a check, tore it off, and handed it to the middle-aged man with a cockscomb head: "Here is 500 million, since we broke the rules, then I agree, take it, and refund the gambling money to those gamblers, by the way Tell Simcha to pay those gamblers some compensation!"

The middle-aged man with a cockscomb head looked at the bodyguard with cold eyes who suddenly appeared beside Tang Song, and heard Tang Song's gentle but thunder-like words, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

He took the check from Tang Song tremblingly, and the moment he saw the signature, he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

It's broken, it's going to be fed to the devil!
He seemed to be dumbfounded, and a stream of warm water flowed out of his pants.

.........

"Who's winning?"

On two nearly scrapped super sports cars, one red and one white, the two girls stared at each other unconvinced, and then looked at the referee.

"Well, from the game video, the two hit the line at the same time!"

The referee looked at the boss, who had been slumped on the ground since just now, as if he was in a daze. Facing the questioning of the two rich second generations, he could only stumble and speak.

"No, let's compete again!" Zheng Daeun was obviously a little unconvinced, she couldn't beat Gu Ziyun in terms of skill, could it be that she couldn't beat her in racing, and she didn't accept a draw.

"Bijibi, don't cry to uncle for a while!" Gu Ziyun's little face with baby fat and a mocking smile made Jung Daeun run away in anger.

"Buzzing-"

"Buzzing-"

"Buzzing buzzing—"

Just when the two little girls were about to compete again, several sports cars drove up nearby, first of all a yellow customized version of the Hornet.

The door of Bumblebee's car opened, and a black man wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, limited-edition sneakers, and a gold chain around his neck trotted into the arena and came to Tang Song's side.

"boss!"

Xin Cha lowered his head, not daring to look at Tang Song's face at all, the sweat on his head flowed down like raindrops.

"boss!"

"big boss!"

A group of big men headed by Xincha respectfully saluted Tang and Song without daring to move. Many underground racers recognized a few of these big men.

Many of them are the organizers of the New York Underground Race, gang bosses,

The leader was Xincha, and those who recognized Xincha whispered to the people beside them.

Simcha, then this Asian is.....
Some smart people quickly thought of the name of the demon god in the underground world, and then the scene of the underground car race suddenly became quiet, as if a needle could be heard.

"Okay, enough fun, let's go home!"

Tang Song patted Xin Cha on the shoulder, and towards the tit-for-tat Gu Ziyun, Zheng Daeun greeted, and walked towards the McLaren.

From the dark shadows, seven or eight burly men in black suits with iceberg faces walked out, and followed Tang Song silently.

Soon someone sent two brand new super sports cars, which were exactly the same as the ones Gu Ziyun and Zheng Daeun broke in the game.

Each of the two little girls drove a car, speeding up the accelerator, taking the road back to the manor as a race track.

…………

"Boss! How do they deal with it?"

Watching the big boss's car go away, Xincha dared to raise his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead. At this moment, two subordinates pressed all the organizers of this underground car race over.

"Since it is the order of the big boss, inform those gamblers that this racing bet is void, and everyone's money will be doubled. As for him, let him live and deal with it according to gang rules!"

Xincha couldn't figure out what the big boss was thinking, so he didn't let these guys disappear in New York Harbor for the time being.

"Where are people?!"

When Giselle drove the sports car back to the starting point, that is, the end point, she was a little dumbfounded looking at the empty and dark street intersection.

Just now it was bustling with people! ?
...............

"Ok?"

Inside the open-top McLaren, Tang Song stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the racing car driven by the two little girls was chasing after each other.

Suddenly Tang and Song felt the vibration of something in the five yin bags,

Holding the steering wheel with one hand, he took out a transparent gemstone from the pentagram, inside the gemstone, there was a faint blue energy vortex flickering.

(End of this chapter)