My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 756 Don't be afraid of anything

The Cadillac's gigantic figure crushed the bushes on the green belt.

With green leaves flying all over the sky, it plunged into the side road, startling the drivers waiting anxiously inside.

"Squeak."

A puff of blue smoke came out of the tires, sticking to the edge of the road, racing all the way up.

"Step aside."

He lowered the car window, roared loudly, and kept honking the horn with his hand.

When he was about to reach the top, he slammed on the brakes heavily, and the tires scraped a black mark several meters long and stopped.

No matter how the police lights and sirens are, it will not help at this time.

In the distance, a car accident happened.

The two cars rolled over and blood was everywhere on the ground.

This also caused the auxiliary road to be firmly blocked, and the emergency passage was also crowded with vehicles.

Under the watchful eye of the two patrolmen at the scene, no car dared to cross the double yellow lines and merge into the main lane. The anxious drivers could only press their horns from time to time, complaining about their bad luck.

Seeing the target bus, it has disappeared from the field of vision.

In desperation, Ethan grabbed the bugging phone and stuffed it into his trouser pocket, closed the car door with a bang, spread his legs and rushed forward.

Slant all the way and quickly pass the cars.

This kind of movement is rare, and the old and beautiful people joined in the fun, and they all honked their horns to cheer him on.

For a time, the noise shook the sky.

"Hey!"

In the distance, a patrolman ran over, swung his baton and shouted loudly: "What are you doing, this is a highway, are you crazy?"

"Plainclothes case, step back."

Ethan yelled at the patrolman tens of meters ahead, supported a Ford car with one hand, and slid over the hood, causing several people in the car to exclaim.

"Whoosh!"

As soon as he landed, a long-distance truck whizzed by, and the strong wind blew up his black hair.

"Fake."

Ethan's heart was beating wildly, he calmed down, and pulled out his police badge to signal to the patrolman in front of him.

After sprinting for a few more meters, he stopped and stopped in front of a Jaguar convertible sports car.

"Step aside."

The police badge was directly in front of the driver of the car: "Your car has been temporarily requisitioned."

"I bought it, not stolen it."

Old Hei with an afro waved his hands excitedly: "God, I don't want it."

Law enforcement officers have the right to expropriate citizens’ private vehicles for hunting down suspects or preventing crimes. If they refuse, they will face fines ranging from $50 to $1000.

Compared with his newly bought vehicle, Lao Hei would rather bear possible fines.

No one knows what other people will use this precious car of theirs for. If it is scratched or scratched, they will feel distressed for a long time.

"Shh."

Without saying a word, Ethan immediately lifted the corner of his clothes.

"understood."

Seeing the hand on the handle of the gun, Lao Hei instantly turned over and sat in the co-pilot.

Ethan held on to the car door and jumped in.

As soon as the car body sank, he quickly put it into gear: "Get out of the car quickly."

"Never."

Lao Hei shook his dreadlocks and said excitedly, "I'm an F-type worth more than 7 dollars, so I won't let my baby be with you alone."

"boom!"

The engine roared crazily, and after the tires rubbed violently on the ground for a few laps, they rushed out.

Ethan didn't have time to talk nonsense with him, so he turned the steering wheel quickly.

"Oh oh oh~~~"

The push back brought by the floor oil made the dirty braided old black eyes widen, and he kept cursing: "Slow down, slow down, you scratched my baby, I won't let it go your."

The black jaguar was like a black lightning, leaving behind the patrolling policeman who cast puzzled eyes.

70 miles, 80 miles.

The pointer on the speedometer quickly moved towards 90.

He was delayed for a while just now, the bus had already left him a long way away, and now he had to race against time to catch up.

On the expressway, there are many fewer vehicles.

The wind was howling, and Ethan controlled the cheetah, quickly shuttling left and right in the traffic.

"Great gift Shet."

The sports car flashed between two long-distance trucks, and rushed out at a high speed. The old black bladder felt sore, and he quickly grabbed his seat belt: "You are a lunatic, you are almost a hundred miles away, can you slow down a little."

The speed per hour has reached more than 150, and Lao Hei's heart is beating wildly.

"You're a jerk."

Ethan gave him a sideways glance, and said mockingly, "Your outfit follows you, it's a waste."

With dreadlocks and a big gold chain.

The clothes on his body are also similar to street style.

To say that those who are most vulnerable to provocations are these old blacks.

"No, Tiaozi?"

Old Hei looked over a hundred people in displeasure, and waved his hands quickly: "Are you looking down on Brother Ni? We rap and sing, and we are not afraid of anything. If you have the feeling, you can step on it faster."

No matter how fast you think about it, there is no other way.

After all, the accelerator has been pressed to the bottom, the speed has reached a hundred miles, and the car feels like it is about to fly.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Lao Hei wiped the sweat from his palms calmly, and shouted loudly: "What are you doing?"

"Catch the bus."

Ethan glanced at the rearview mirror and turned the steering wheel lightly.

"Waterfa?" Lao Hei spread his hands in confusion, and cursed secretly when he saw that the other party didn't answer.

Not long after, I finally saw the bus again.

Ethan breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly took a few pieces of paper from the tissue box next to him with one hand, wiping off the blood stains on his face.

It was just like him just now, it was too scary.

In this case, it was obvious that he had just seen the blood, otherwise Old Hei would not be so obedient.

After a high-speed chase, I finally caught up with the damn bus. As I passed by, I saw Pratt sitting at the end of the bus, her head drooping to the side, and the vehicle shook slightly.

Let off the throttle and keep the speed consistent.

Ethan looked nervously at the speedometer, the red pointer stopped at sixty yards.

"Fake."

Although he had already guessed that this would be the result, he couldn't help but patted the steering wheel and cursed angrily.

"So what happened?"

Old Hei looked at the steering wheel distressedly, and asked again and again.

"Beep beep."

Ethan honked his horn vigorously, trying to get the bus driver's attention.

The bus driver is also a black man with an afro.

"Chicago police."

Ethan held the steering wheel with one hand, flashed the police badge in his hand, and shouted: "Open the window."

One big and one small, the two cars are parallel.

The gust of wind howled, instantly taking his words away.

Although he couldn't hear what the other party was shouting, after seeing the police badge, the bus driver still opened the window in doubt: "What do you want to do?"

"Keep driving."

The veins in Ethan's neck popped up, and he shouted loudly: "Don't slow down, just keep driving like this."

"why?"

The driver shrugged and slowed down a bit.

At the same time, the people in the bus also turned their curious gazes over. This is the first time they have seen such a thing at such a big age.

(End of this chapter)