American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"The show has begun!"

When the bald man in a white T-shirt saw these five sports cars approaching, he immediately looked at each other and said excitedly to a short African American.

The white curly-haired young man's eyes were completely attracted by these five sports cars, and he could no longer care about Haili and the four high school students.

The convoy of sports cars arrived and slowly stopped.

A tough guy with a bald head got out of the sports car. Although it was late at night, under the lights, he was the most eye-catching. Luke immediately introduced to Hailey: "That's Boss Tang! The most powerful racing driver in the Los Angeles night race."

"It turned out to be him."

Haili also saw clearly the appearance of the legendary Boss Tang and immediately smiled.

"You know him?"

Marissa said in surprise.

Although they spoke as if they were familiar with these people, what they heard more from Luke was that tonight was actually the first time they met them.

Seeing that no one greeted them when they came over, they also knew that although Luke talked about everything, it was actually his first time here.

This kind of occasion is still far away from high school students like them who come from wealthy middle-class families.

In fact, not to mention that Los Angeles is still dozens of kilometers away from Orange County. In Orange County, there are slums next to the truly wealthy and middle-class communities.

Two of the more lively recent cases of serial murders of young girls occurred in those slums.

Even though the geographical locations are almost the same, they, including their parents, do not agree that the murdered girls and they are in the same area and belong to the same type.

The murder that happened next door to the community was like something that happened in the next city or even in a foreign country. It would only provide them with topics to chat about, but would not give them any sense of involvement.

High housing prices provide sufficient tax dollars to hire sufficient police personnel.

Without their invitation, people from the slum area next door would not be able to come in. As soon as they approached, they would be stopped by patrolling police for questioning or even arrested.

This is the reason why they can play and sing every night without fear after something like this happened.

Late-night racing in Los Angeles started out as a thrill-seeking game for the poor guy next door, and had nothing to do with children from wealthy middle-class families like them. However, as its influence gradually spread, children from rich families who like to look for excitement joined in. Enter their field of vision.

This is also the first time that I really come here for excitement.

After all, who doesn’t want to have face in front of new high-quality friends?

But who would have thought that they didn't know Boss Tang, but their new friend Haili who wanted to take them with them seemed to know each other.

"do not know."

Hailey laughed: "But a few days ago when we were driving from Los Angeles Airport to Orange County, we met this group of people and had a competition with them."

"A competition?"

Shama gossiped: "Who loses and who wins?"

"My eldest brother was driving the car at the time, what do you think?"

Haley shrugged.

"OMG!"

Shama exclaimed: "I really want to see Detective Chuck racing with my own eyes!"

"You want to sit in my seat and participate in drag racing in disguise, right?"

Hailey teased.

"May I?"

Shama immediately climbed up the pole, testing it playfully.

"I'm totally fine with that."

Haley plays with the flavor.

"Hailey, since you know each other, that's great. I won't need to introduce you later."

Luke is still pretending to be a social person.

"You really don't need an introduction. He won't be too happy to see me."

As soon as Haili finished speaking, Boss Tang, the shiny bald man over there, was reminded by the bald man in the white T-shirt and the short African American, and looked over. When he saw Haili, he just smiled like a king. disappear.

"You see it."

Haili motioned to the three people around her to look at the expression on the bald man's face, then smiled and waved to him.

"Uh-oh."

Shama and the others were all human beings, so they could tell at a glance that the bald Boss Tang was not only unhappy when he saw Hailey, but also full of hostility. When he and his best friend looked at each other, they became a little worried.

This is the territory of Bald Boss Tang, and there are so many people with classic skin colors around. If there is a violent conflict between people who do not follow martial arts ethics, they will be in great danger.

Marissa couldn't help but hugged her boyfriend Luke's arm tightly, but soon realized that as strong as Luke was, his body was also very stiff at this moment.

Obviously, Luke, who always presented himself as a strong and tough guy in front of them, also knew that his strength was too delicate and could not be compared with these strong and powerful men who could risk their lives.

Fortunately, what they were most worried about did not happen.

When the bald Boss Tang looked at Haili coldly, his companions also saw Haili and stood in front of him, blocking his and Haili's distant gaze.

"Boss, how do we compete tonight?"

The short African man came over and asked.

"Don!"

His girlfriend next to him, Letty, who was wearing cool tattooed clothes, couldn't help but glance at Hailey.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

The short African man was stunned.

He is the organizer and referee of the car race. All the participants' money will be handed over to him first, and whoever wins will give him a cut.

So I am very concerned about this sudden change, which seems to be a problem in the game.

"no problem!"

The bald Mr. Tang had a hoarse voice and stopped his girlfriend from persuading him with his eyes. He glanced at Hailey in the distance and said, "It's just a match. The bet is 2,000 US dollars. The winner takes all!"

Leti was a little worried, but she also knew that the most important thing in society was face, so even though she knew that Hailey might have something to do with the FBI and that racing tonight was a bit dangerous, she couldn't refute her boyfriend in public after he made his decision.

"Wait a minute."

Just when the bald Boss Tang made his decision and the short African-American loudly announced that the game was about to begin, causing everyone to cheer excitedly, someone interrupted.

Everyone looked around and saw a young white man with curly hair approaching: "I don't have cash, but I have a car owner's certificate."

"Do you think that knowing how to box will make you a match for Muhammad Ali?"

A thin young man next to the bald Boss Tang mocked.

"He knows I play well!"

The white curly-haired young man pointed at a strong man next to the bald Mr. Tang: "I have a proposal. Whoever wins me, my car will be his. But if I win, I will not only get cash, but also all of you." Human respect!”

"respect?"

Bald Mr. Tang laughed.

He knew Brian, a young white man with curly hair, who worked as an employee at an auto parts store he knew well. The most important thing was that he had recently fallen in love with his sister, who came to his store every day and ordered the same food to tease his sister Mia.

Vince, his burly man, also likes his sister and gets into a fight with Brian over it.

Now this guy showed up again. Not only did he want to race with him in public, but he also wanted respect. It was obvious that he still wanted to fuck his sister.

"Respect is important to some people."

Brian, the white curly-haired young man, said seriously.

"Is this your car?"

Bald Boss Tang put away his smile and looked at Brian's green sports car. Then he motioned to the thin young man under his command to step forward and prepare to lift the hood and check the configuration inside.

"Tsk tsk, this racing car is really interesting."

Just when he was about to take action, a mocking laughter came over, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Amidst the stiff expressions of Shama and the other three, Hailey walked over.

"do you have any opinion?"

Bald Boss Tang narrowed his eyes, and his hoarse voice revealed a dangerous aura.

"Of course!"

Hailey ignored everyone's gazes and said with a smile: "Are you afraid to agree to a match with this handsome guy without checking his equipment? Is he Muhammad Ali, or are you Muhammad Ali?"

"..."

Bald Boss Tang's face turned dark instantly.

Those of them who live on the streets and live in society, each one looks cooler than the other, but that's just the appearance. What kind of job do they do not just to make money?

Just like this car, as the organizer and leader, he is sure to win.

In addition to his excellent driving skills, what's more important is that he knows his opponents very well, knowing himself and the enemy well and winning every battle.

When he didn't come, the short African-American man whom he designated as the money manager began to try to find out what the configuration of the car of the car owner that everyone planned to compete in tonight was.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have taken the initiative to strike up a conversation with Brian, a white, curly-haired young man who looked like a newcomer.

But before he could get acquainted with Brian in the alley and quietly inquire about the configuration of the car, Boss Tang arrived.

And now it was discovered that Brian was really preparing to participate in the competition. For this kind of newcomer and new car, in order to be sure of victory, Bald Boss Tang looked at him, and his 'mechanic' took the initiative to lift the hood of Brian's car to find out what was inside. What is configured.

Originally this was nothing.

You are surrounded by your own people, and the people on the periphery are just there to join in the fun. They don't say anything. If you open it, you will open it. At worst, they act as if this is the rule.

But now that Hailey has pointed it out, it seems a bit cowardly to do so again.

But let him compete with a completely unfamiliar newcomer and a new car. If he loses, he will lose 2,000 US dollars. No, it is a sure win that he can win 6,000 US dollars. One head and one tail are 8,000 dollars. For those who have a windfall in the night grass For him, it is also a large amount of money, and he will be very distressed if he loses.

Not to mention losing face!

He, the bald Boss Tang, had been living in Los Angeles for so long before he gained such fame and reputation. He relied on this irregular harvest to play with new leeks.

This embarrassing situation made him instantly recall the scene when he met Hailey and the others while driving on the road a few days ago, and the experience that made him extremely depressed.

"The word "dare" is not in my dictionary!"

The bald Mr. Tang stared at Hailey and pointed at Brian, a somewhat confused white young man with curly hair: "If he competes, I will compete with him! No matter what kind of car he drives!"

"real?"

Haili completely ignored the strange atmosphere around her and continued to look at Boss Tang's bald head with a smile and poked the tires: "It seems I wronged you. I thought you were competing in racing cars by opening the hood and comparing the performance of your respective cars. Configuration and then decide who wins?

After all, if it is a straight road without any curves, and you step on the accelerator to the bottom, whoever has a sports car with higher configurations will win! "

"..."

The whole place suddenly fell silent.

Some people look very strange.

The face of the bald Boss Tang has almost become an intangible cultural heritage.

"What happen to you guys?"

Hailey looked around and pretended to be surprised: "No way? No way? What you call the most famous late-night racing in Los Angeles is really just a straight road to the end?"

Seeing that everyone was silent, she murmured in a voice that everyone could hear: "What kind of skills can this show? It's not like you can do whatever you want if you have money. You can just add a rocket engine to the car and let the dog drive it. If you win this kind of competition, you might as well live a good life!"

"What the hell are you talking about!"

When Letty saw that her man was being ridiculed and bullied by Haley, she suddenly became angry. She didn't care about Haley's relationship with Detective Chuck and the FBI. In a fit of rage, she wanted to go forward and tear Haley apart.

Then Mia, the sister of the bald Mr. Tang, hugged her and kept trying to persuade her, otherwise Letty would really take action.

"Sorry, I stayed with my elder brother for a long time and spoke too bluntly."

Hailey was not afraid at all, and passed the blame to Chuck with a half-smile. At this moment, she understood to some extent the happiness of her elder brother Chuck's uprightness.

The white curly-haired young man was completely confused when he saw such a turn of events, not knowing what to do.

He doesn't care about winning or losing, he only cares about having a competition with Bald Old Tang and officially establishing a relationship.

But Hailey seemed to stand up for him and what she said was reasonable. If he rashly opposed it, it would appear to be unscrupulous and conspiratorial.

So he could only stand there dumbfounded, watching Hailey yelling at Boss Tang and his gang.

"I know you are rich! Your car is the latest Porsche 911 sports car!"

Bald Boss Tang's face was so dark that he was almost dripping oil. He slowly walked towards Haili, stopped a few steps away from her, and looked down at her: "Since you think that with such a racing car, you can do whatever you want if you have money, then how dare you compete with me?" One game?"

"OK!"

Hailey readily agreed, and then said something that made him almost punch him: "You don't have to be so close. The real sense of oppression does not depend on the distance or height difference at all. Well, you are only about 177cm , much shorter than my eldest brother.”

"take money!"

The bald Boss Tang endured it again and again before he punched him. He took out a roll of 2,000 US dollars in cash that he had prepared long ago from his pocket and handed it to the short African man for safekeeping, signaling Hailey to do the same.

"I didn't bring any cash."

Hailey shrugged, and before Bald Boss Tang and the others laughed, she added with a smile: "But just like this handsome guy, I also have a car, so let's use my car as a bet."

Everyone was stunned.

This is the latest Porsche 911 sports car!

Use this as $2,000?

Sure enough, if you have money, you can do whatever you want!

Just now, there was a silly boy gambling with his car, which was already exciting, but knowing that Mr. Tang is here, no one would be so ignorant.

But now that Haili said this, even a person with some strength became impulsive.

If you win, won’t you make a lot of money?

"you sure?"

Bald Boss Tang also dissipated most of his anger stimulated by this huge benefit. Thinking of Haili's background, he cautiously confirmed.

"Isn't it just a sports car?"

Hailey said angrily: "You also said that if you have money, you can do whatever you want!"

After saying this, she changed her voice and said slyly: "Of course, I also have requirements. Unlike this handsome guy, I don't want any respect. Your respect means nothing to me. If I lose, you can take this car. If you lose~"

"How about it?"

Bald Boss Tang looked at Haili calmly.

"If you lose, in addition to the $2,000 bet, you have to use your loudest voice and shout three times in front of everyone, 'I am a top racing driver'~"

Hailey smiled playfully.

Everyone: "..."