when i have experience

Chapter 138 The Bearded Uncle Chen Xing and the Bad Girl Ling Xin
At noon the next day, a large group of Harley motorcycles suddenly appeared in this remote suburb. The loud noise of the Harley motorcycle group made the residents living nearby close their doors and stop going out. Just saw the group of Harley motorcycles like a long queue. When have you seen this situation in the suburbs of Orlando?

What happened?

The black dragon made a huge sound wave, which definitely reached the level of disturbing the people, but no one dared to step forward and say, "Brother, you are a bit noisy."

If anyone dared to do this, he must be a true warrior.

The black dragon roared all the way to a slightly old remote warehouse. There were no other buildings near this warehouse, just like a warehouse abandoned by the world. Harley motorcycles stopped in front of this warehouse, and everyone wore uniform black jackets , The back of the black jacket is the same "Black Piston" letter, under the letter is the appearance of two iron wrenches crossed, but the heads of these two wrenches are replaced by skulls.

These signs have been patented by the club. Anyone who uses this sign and encounters a "black piston" can only blame themselves for being unlucky.

They will not go to sue you to sue you for patent infringement, they will directly use gangster methods.

If it's on the clothes, it's okay, at most you will be beaten and taken away from the clothes, but if you are not a gang member and tattoo the logo on your body, it will be a bit bloody.

Rumor has it that they cut off the tattooed skin.

The few strong men at the front got out of the car, came to the front of the warehouse and slammed it, and found that the door was locked. They exchanged glances, and a strong man with a gray beard directly took out a pistol and pointed it at the door. A lock is a shot.

"Boom!" Gunshots rang out in this suburb, and the few residents who heard it hurriedly stopped looking, pulled up the curtains, and stopped looking.

A group of strong men wearing black jackets poured into this dilapidated warehouse, and several people had guns in their hands, but when they scanned the warehouse, there was nothing but a blue pickup truck.

On the road three kilometers away from Leesburg, two retro, dark, domineering and restrained Harley motorcycles are making their noise.

One of them was the Harley motorcycle that was following Chen Xing's blue pickup, and it was Perez sitting on it. The swelling on Perez's face hadn't gone away, and there was a smile on his swollen face.

Wow, he thinks the world is changing too fast, a few days ago he was picking up shit and cleaning the toilet to join the black piston, but today he helped the enemy of the black piston to escape from the black piston, the people who played with the black piston, This group of people who crazily commanded him, a rookie.

So fucking exciting!Make y'all like let me pick up shit!

"I hate picking up dog shit, grass!" Perez rode a black Harley, roaring at the empty sky, with a perverted smile on his face.

If the Black Pistons found out about this, he would be dead. He was doing the most dangerous thing in his life.

Even more exciting than joining the black piston, Perez felt his adrenaline rushing up. Sitting on the Harley motorcycle that was speeding, he forgot all the consequences and dangers. head man.

Chen Xing and Ling Xin who were beside him were startled by his sudden roar, whether they were crazy or something.

At this time, Chen Xing was wearing a black jacket, and Ling Xin put on some makeup on his face. He had a beard glued on his mouth and chin, and he also put a blue turban on Chen Xing. Now Chen Xing is a A typical Harley motorcycle enthusiast, a rough guy, Chen Xing's body is considered strong, and he can fully support this kind of attire.

Sitting in the back seat of Chen Xing was Ling Xin. Ling Xin was wearing a red jacket, ripped jeans and a pair of black boots, outlining her slender and perfect legs. The makeup on her face was much thicker than before. The color of the lipstick is much darker, and it also has a smoky eye.

Ling Xin tried her best to dress up like a "bad girl", the "bad girl" who would sit on the back seat of a Harley motorcycle.

In fact, Perez also said that real club members never lack girls in the backseat, so there is no problem with Ling Xin sitting in the back.

There is a small trunk on the rear side of the Harley motorcycle that Chen Xing rides, and the little fox dog "Zhanshen" stays in it. In addition, this dog is aggressive and not noisy. The three of them rode the Harley motorcycle from Orlando all the way. drive.

I don't know how many black piston locomotive convoys I met along the way, and they all drove away under the nose of each other.

This feeling is really cool.

Passing by a lake next to Leesburg, the azure lake reflected the sun, accompanied by birdsong, and the sound of the wind filled the ears of the three of them.

Chen Xing is riding on a Harley motorcycle, the head-on wind is blowing on his face, his hair and beard are blowing in the wind, this feeling is much more refreshing than driving a car, which is why he likes motorcycles .

This trip was more exciting than he thought. Now that he had made up his mind to fight against the black piston, he stopped worrying. Worrying didn't help either. Chen Xing already knew how to make his life easier.

Enjoy it now.

"Ah!!!" Chen Xing opened his bearded mouth and roared towards the vast blue lake, venting his emotions in the center, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Francis, just wait to die!!" Chen Xing used It's Chinese, and Perez can't understand it either.

"Blow up Francis!" Ling Xin, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, also yelled at the lake, swearing, she, Ling Xin, had the experience of avoiding gangsters in her life.

She must be crazy.

"I'll win! World boxing champion! Cough cough bah." Chen Xing was yelling and suddenly the wind blew the fake beard into his mouth, so he stopped yelling and wanted to spit it out.

"Hahahaha." Ling Xin's bell-like laughter rang in Chen Xing's ears, but she still stretched out her hand and pulled the beard back to its original position.

"Hurry up, speed up!" After finishing the fake beard, Chen Xing signaled Ling Xin to hug him, twisted the accelerator, and the roar of the Harley motorcycle was even louder. The sound of the motor sounded like a monster roaring. The black Harley The extremely fast speed skyrocketed again at this moment.

This is the time when Chen Xing seldom really dragged his car.

Perez saw that the pretend Harley Cavalier was driving so fast, so he was considered half of the official member of the club. Although he seemed to have betrayed the club now, he still couldn't lose people on the motorcycle.

Quickly twisting the accelerator, feeling the sudden drive of the sitting Harley beast, screaming towards the sky.

The feeling of free indulgence.

. . . . . .

"Why can't such a simple thing be done? Why?!" In a room in the Knight's Bar, a strong man wearing a skull hood sitting behind a desk stood up. The 1.9-meter-tall man stood up to let him stand up. The room was full of oppression, and his strong body and beard that almost covered his neck made the oppression even stronger.

But what made the sense of oppression reach its peak was the scar on the strong man's face from his brow to the corner of his mouth, which made the strong man exuding a sense of ferocity even if he just stood there.

The man with the scar on his face slapped his hands on the table, and the table made an overwhelmed sound, as if it was about to fall apart.

The dozen or so people standing in front of the man didn't dare to speak. It was obvious that any of them standing outside on the street was a role that no one would dare to provoke, but in front of this man, they could only bow their heads.

Because this angry man is one of the top leaders of the Black Pistons, Sonny.

Of course, the huge black piston will not be handled by only one person, and it is impossible to handle it, and this form will not be approved by the gang members.

The club has top leaders, middle leaders, and lower members.The corporate sense is the organization over the individual, and in the motorcycle club, the individual is the organization.

"Keep looking for me." Sonny said in a deep voice, the anger in his eyes clearly visible.

"Boss, we have dispatched a lot of brothers in the past few days, manpower is exhausted, it is really inappropriate to look for it, there are so many businesses that need to employ people, just looking for a dog is really..." Standing in front of Sonny A muscular man came out of a group of people with their heads down and said.

They weren't some kind of club just for free rides, the Black Pistons were a highly organized gangster and fraternity organization with huge paychecks.

And these incomes mainly come from the arms trade, drug business, and erotic entertainment venues. These transactions all require manpower. With so many manpower just to find a dog?

Even if a senior leader like Sonny ordered it, it would not be appropriate.

(End of this chapter)