when i have experience

Chapter 145 Beside the Fire

This dog is still good, Chen Xing sighed at the cuteness of this dog, enjoying the peaceful time at this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his face, bringing some warmth, Chen Xing glanced across the rivers and mountains in front of him, There is also a beautiful woman, this is the beautiful scenery.

Time passed, the setting sun fell, and soon the temperature on the face also dropped, and the sky darkened. Chen Xing and Perez raised a fire to keep warm. The three of them sat around the fire to keep warm, and took out After the food, I had dinner.

"Perez, why do you want to join the Biker Club so much?" Chen Xing was a little curious when he saw Perez took out the "1%" patch again.

"Because I hate my previous life, the kind of life that is as numb as a robot, I want to leave the original society, I want to change my way of life, and I can do this by joining the speeding party." Perez gnawed A chicken leg, he spoke his mind when asked by Chen Xing.

If he and the two in front of him were tied to the same rope before, then the three of them could be regarded as friends now.

The three of them had an amazing trip together.

"Then how do you know that the life of the Biker Club is the life you want to live?" After all, it is also a gangster.

"I don't know." Perez replied simply, and took another bite of the chicken leg. "Of course I don't know if that's the life I want, but if I want to change, I'm willing to try."

Chen Xing ate the bread in his mouth, and the words that he wanted to persuade Perez reached his throat, but he didn't know how to say it.

I can't say it.

No one in this world is qualified to teach others how to live, no one.

"Besides, there is no shortage of girls in the Speeding Party, you understand." Perez looked at Chen Xing with a smile in his eyes, and then glanced at Ling Xin, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

"No, there is no shortage of women in gangsters?"

"That's not true. Women like bad men, so don't they have to be bad men? Just look at the branch in Miami before, just the bartender. They change every month." Perez mentioned The old man at the Knights Bar, the one who kept asking him to pick up shit.

"Damn, isn't it?" Chen Xing was also shocked, he had seen that person before, the big guy who poured wine for him, that's okay, change one a month? ?

"Why lie to you?" Perez and Chen Xing became more and more enthusiastic.

"Perez!" Ling Xin glared at Perez, what is this guy talking about?Teach her students badly?Then she can bear it?
"Ahem, okay, okay, don't talk, don't talk." Perez skipped the topic with a haha.

"What are you going to do after delivering the dog?" Perez asked the question, but he really hadn't asked about it.

"After delivering the dog, I will return to China after a few days." Chen Xing didn't want to lie to Perez either. He just returned many things confiscated from Perez to him in the past few days.

"Is that so?" Perez replied lightly, rubbing his blond hair without saying anything.

While the three of them were chatting, a familiar voice came, the roar of a locomotive. Hearing this sound here still made the three of them a lot more vigilant. Chen Xing quickly stood up and put God of War into the dog cage. tent.

"There is only one Harley." Perez stood up and looked around, talking about the situation.

And Ling Xin quickly took out the fake beard to help Chen Xing stick it on. Her makeup is not that important, but Chen Xing's fake beard must be put on.

"Damn it, what the hell is driving here?" Perez saw that the Harley motorcycle was really driving here.

Fortunately, it was far away. Before the Harley motorcycle arrived, Chen Xing's fake beard had already been glued on.

Soon the Harley locomotive also arrived, a black Harley mixed with blue, and a middle-aged man in his 40s was sitting on the car, with little hair and a lot of beard. People who dress like this.

"I didn't expect to meet motorcycle enthusiasts here, can you add me?" The middle-aged man smiled and looked at the two Harley motorcycles parked next to the tent, and asked politely.

But Chen Xing couldn't see the smile on his face at all, only a ghost with such a thick beard could see the smile on his face.

Chen Xing and Perez met eyes, "Okay, sit down."

"Thank you." The middle-aged man stopped the Harley motorcycle, got out of the car and sat on a rock by the fire.

"Do you mind if I touch your car?" Perez is a real Harley enthusiast. When he sees a Harley motorcycle that he has never seen before, he wants to touch the car bald.

Many Harley-Davidson motorcycles are pure custom motorcycles, which means that each bike reflects the unique personality and ultimate taste of the owner, which is why it is so expensive.

Those who play Harley motorcycles are either rich people or religious fans, a group of persistent Harley hobo fans, maybe they have nothing but a Harley motorcycle.

"I don't mind, just touch it as you like." The middle-aged man saw Perez's eyes glowing when he saw the Harley motorcycle, and he felt like seeing his former self.

After touching the blue and black Harley motorcycle, Perez reluctantly returned to his seat by the fire, and started chatting with the middle-aged man with Chen Xing, wanting to know the details of the middle-aged man.

After touching the motorcycle, it was time to touch the person. The two touched the bottom of the middle-aged man one sentence at a time. Ling Xin sat quietly beside Chen Xing and stretched out his hands to warm the fire.

"Let me go get some firewood. The fire is a bit small." Chen Xing looked at the dim light of the fire, stood up and wanted to collect some more firewood. It's still quite cold at night this season.

"No need, I have something here to burn." The middle-aged man stopped Chen Xing, took a luggage bag from the Harley motorcycle, took out a black jacket from the luggage bag, and threw it into the fire.

The jacket was burned by flames, and both Chen Xing and Perez saw the logo on the back of the black jacket in the fire.

A "death skull" with golden wings growing from the back of the skull.

After these days, Perez was dazzled, and Chen Xing knew that it was one of the four major gangsters in the world, the symbol of "Regional Angel".

Even the black pistons are firmly suppressed by the "Hell's Angels". They can only survive under the influence of the "Hell's Angels" by joining forces with other clubs. The Hell's Angels have branches in 29 countries.

This middle-aged man with a big beard is a "Hell's Angel" man!
Chen Xing and Perez's hearts suddenly rose, and Chen Xing tightened his muscles. In just a moment, he would rush out like a leopard. At this distance, he was confident that even if the other party was too late to draw a gun, His iron fist will punch the opponent's temple in an instant.

(End of this chapter)