when i have experience

Chapter 137 The Golden Gate Bridge on the Clouds
Ling Xin's beautiful eyes looked at Chen Xing, waiting for him to make up his mind, and Perez also lay on the ground and looked at Chen Xing eagerly.

After a long while, Chen Xing made up his mind that he would give the dog away.

"Sister Ling, the owner of this dog is in Los Angeles. I promised the other party that I must send the dog there." At this time, Chen Xing could only say that he knew the owner and it was entrusted by the other party. He couldn't tell Ling Xin about this. It is a task.

Damn, when he upgrades his boxing skills, he will definitely beat Francis hard, which is too much to pay.

Ling Xin nodded to Chen Xing, and looked at the miniature white Spitz in his arms. Seeing Ling Xin looking at it, the Spitz opened its mouth and yawned.

Chen Xing is not an ordinary young man, Ling Xin knew this in junior high school, he has the ability to be responsible for himself.

"You don't want to go back." Chen Xing turned to face Perez lying on the ground, and stretched out his hand towards the blond young man in front of him with a stern face.

Perez looked at the approaching hand with panic on his face, something went wrong with the stalking!

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San Francisco, a single-family villa overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge, beautifully decorated, on the balcony of the wooden villa, a man is covered with a towel, blocking important parts, other than that, the body is exposed in the air .

Barely showing the sun prints all over his body, this man was Francis. Francis took a sip of fruit juice with a glass water glass on the table beside him.

Usually at this time, he usually drinks, but now during the preparation period, alcohol does not exist.

Drinking fruit juice can also add some energy.

Francis looked at the world-famous Golden Gate Bridge. There was thick fog all over the Golden Gate Strait in the early morning, and the Golden Gate Bridge loomed in the fog, like a bridge built in the clouds.

Swallowing the sweet watermelon juice in his mouth, Francis enjoyed the beautiful scenery in front of him. He just finished his morning exercise and took a shower to wash off his sweat. Every preparation period is a big challenge for boxers.

Even if he is Francis, the world boxing champion, it is the same.

The Golden Gate Bridge in front of him can be regarded as one of the most famous bridges in the world. About 100 million tourists come here every month. Francis does not know how many times he has seen the crowd.

There is a statue at the end of the Golden Gate Bridge, which is the statue of Strauss, the father of the Golden Gate Bridge. As the chief engineer of the bridge, Strauss was not only named the father of the Golden Gate Bridge, but also one of the greatest engineers of the 20th century One, the statue was erected in his memory after his death in 1938.

As the father of the Golden Gate Bridge, Strauss has stood with the Golden Gate Bridge for 70 years.

In the end, it was discovered that the design of the Golden Gate Bridge and the thousands of important mathematical calculations required to build the bridge were all done by an engineer named Iris, and Iris was fired before the construction of the Golden Gate Bridge began.

It was Strauss who robbed him of all the credit.

For decades, Iris never got what he deserved, and it was all taken away by Strauss.

The Golden Gate Bridge is Iris's child, but another self-proclaimed father takes all the honors of this proud child.

But in the end, the statue of Strauss is located at the end of the Golden Gate Bridge. It is still called the father of the Golden Gate Bridge by uninformed people.

Tourists who come to see the Golden Gate Bridge, to see the statue of the father of the Golden Gate Bridge don't care at all.

It doesn't matter who designed and calculated the Golden Gate Bridge.

Don't care about Iris.

Iris, Francis flashed these three words again, and smiled slightly. If he were Iris, he would directly smash Strauss' head with a pair of fists, and then point to everyone's nose and tell loudly them.

This bridge was designed and calculated by Lao Tzu, and it is Lao Tzu's son!
But Francis is not Iris after all, and Iris is not Francis.

So he can only point to his nose and tell the world who is the strongest boxing champion in the super welterweight division.

Footsteps came from behind Francis, and Francis knew who didn't look back.

"How's the publicity going?" Francis held a glass and looked at the Golden Gate Bridge in the clouds.

"Well, the publicity is in place. In addition, Mr. Francis, your position in the WBO organization is becoming more and more important, and the organization has given you a lot of support. Some media say that you choose a soft persimmon, and choose someone who has just entered the top [-] in the world. This boxer's record is still not enough." Francis' manager walked over, and he was still in a suit with a straight figure.

"It doesn't matter to these media." Standing in Francis' position, if he still pays attention to what every media says, he will die.

"How is my enemy?" Although the opponent is weak, Francis has no habit of underestimating the enemy, and he has watched the video of Chen Xing's competition many times.

This person is not his opponent of Francis.

"Before, he had been preparing and training in Florida, and invited a very professional coaching team, but he seemed to have disappeared in the past two days. I don't know where he went." The agent collected Chen Xing's information very well.

"Understood." Francis watched the fog surrounding the Golden Gate Bridge fade a lot, so quickly, the fog cleared again and again.

And he, Francis, has also changed from a novice who stepped into the professional boxing world to a world boxing champion who is about to defend his title for the fourth time.

This time he will still win.

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"Look at what else you need. There should be none. These things are enough for you to live for seven days." Chen Xing looked at the warehouse in front of him, which was full of food, water and some daily necessities.

There is also a blond young man with a bitter face, Perez.

It is obviously impossible for Chen Xing to kill Perez, and he is not a murderer without blinking an eye. He tied Perez, and the blue pickup truck drove Perez's Harley motorcycle directly to Orlando. After shopping, drive on to the suburbs surrounding Orlando and rent a remote warehouse.

Chen Xing decided to lock Perez in this warehouse for about seven days, and when he and Ling Xin arrived in Los Angeles to return the dog to its owner, he called someone to open the door of the warehouse.

Perez's mobile phone has also fallen into Chen Xing's hands.Chen Xing asked Perez again if he still lacked anything. He felt that he was simply the most benevolent kidnapper in history.

"Brother, I really don't want to say, can you not lock me here?" Perez is not much older than Chen Xing, a young man who is trying to join the Black Piston Speeding Club.

Besides, he hasn't joined yet, so he doesn't have any loyalty to the club. He really doesn't want to be locked up for seven days for no reason.

"There's no way around this, brother, please understand." Chen Xing comforted the bitter-faced brother, and then he was about to close the warehouse door.

"Ding dong." The cell phone in Chen Xing's pocket rang, it wasn't Chen Xing's cell phone, his ringtone was not this, it was Perez's cell phone confiscated by Chen Xing.

Chen Xing stopped what he was doing, and took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket. It was a text message, and he had already obtained Perez's mobile phone password with his fist.

Chen Xing's expression changed when he saw the text message, and he looked at Ling Xin who was standing beside him. Ling Xin saw Chen Xing's expression and knew that this message must not be good news.

"They know what kind of car we're driving, they know our license plate number, and they even know that we're in Orlando." Chen Xing's face was serious, and the message on Perez's phone was exactly what the Speeding Club sent to every member. , with their license plate numbers inside.

He originally thought that the other party had made no progress for a long time. It must be because there was no surveillance around, and the other party should not be able to find them. He didn't expect to know their license plate and approximate location so soon.

"Then let's rent a new car and leave Orlando immediately." Ling Xin also got into the role of running away, besides a little bit of worry, she actually felt a little excitement in her heart that she had never felt before.

A sense of excitement that I have never felt before in so many years.

"Okay." Chen Xing felt that he needed to move faster.

"Hey, I advise you not to." Before the warehouse door was closed, the blond youth Perez poked his head out and said, he must seize this last chance, or he would be locked up here for seven days.

Chen Xing ignored it and continued to pass.

"Your blue pickup is rented, right? Now that the Black Pistons already know that your car is rented, they must have contacted people who rented cars in the entire state. If you rent a car now, you are looking for death!"

Perez yelled loudly, and the closed door stopped after he finished speaking.

Huh, it's okay, it's okay, he really can't bear to live in this broken warehouse for seven days.

Chen Xing opened the door again, his expression not so good-looking.

"Hey, don't worry, I have a solution. If you want to leave safely, I'm the only way. All other transportation methods won't work." Perez confidently rubbed his blond hair, wanting to show off his charm, After all, there is still a beautiful woman here.

Exotic beauties are even more deadly.

Then Chen Xing's fist almost hit him in the face.

"Don't, I said, said, don't." Perez suddenly became very embarrassed again, and his face no longer had that confidence.

"In the next few days, there will be Harley motorcycles raging on the roads in Florida. So, what kind of transportation do you think will be the safest?" Perez looked at his black retro Harley.

(End of this chapter)