Metal Ranger of the Endless Plane

"No advice?" Lu Yuan asked Uncle Goatee.

"Montoya, Fernando Montoya." The goatee looked at Lu Yuan with a half-smile, "new here?"

"Passing by." Lu Yuan stretched out his right hand and held it halfway in the air. "I want a completely clean and good car. I want it to be used now, the kind that can let me get to Vegas before dawn tomorrow."

"That's a bit expensive." Goathoo Montoya paused, and shook Lu Yuan's hand.

"Fifty thousand dollars, cash, 20 face value." Lu Yuan turned the backpack on his back and shook his head behind him, saying, "In addition, the 69-year-old Mustang BOSS429 outside is also yours."

"Mustang 429?" The man smiled, "Is that the one being stolen by a thief on the side of the road?"

"What?" Lu Yuan hurriedly turned his head and looked over. Sure enough, a gray figure jumped into the car. As the door closed, the engine was started by the man.

As soon as Lu Yuan saw this posture, he knew that it was too late for him to chase him back. He didn't bother to go out and chase him. He just shrugged helplessly and said to the goatee boss, "Okay, then one hundred thousand."

"Hehe," the goatee smiled, "if I'm not mistaken, is it the wild horse of the 37th Street Bulldog?"

"If you mean a bald old black with a dozen grams of gold earrings on his right ear, maybe it is." Lu Yuan shrugged, "Unfortunately, the earrings are fake."

"Did you make him?" Goatee narrowed his eyes.

"Just borrow something." Lu Yuan calmly said.

The man became serious in an instant, staring at Lu Yuan's eyes.

As if perceiving the weird atmosphere here, the strong Latin American man who had just left, with a few other little brothers, walked out of the back row of workshops again, lined up, and only waited for his boss to give an order before he wanted to shoot.

Although Lu Yuan was still calm, his right hand had already started to draw circles intentionally or unintentionally, waiting for things to change suddenly, and immediately pulled out his gun from the portable space.

However, to everyone's surprise, the next moment, the goatee suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Hahaha, well, good job! That idiot always likes that flashy tone, I want to clean him up a long time ago, okay!"

With this burst of laughter, the men behind also relaxed and retreated to the backyard in twos and threes.

"In this case, let's make a discount." Lu Yuan still said calmly, but he did not complain to the system less in his heart.

[The system asked the host to come here, naturally because the gang found here is hostile to the previous gang. 】

{But the car was stolen here. }

[That was an accident. 】

{Is it? I can see the car thief just now, and I am quite familiar with that figure from the back. }

【……】

[Maybe this is fate...]

{Hehe, I don't know what you are thinking, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, in this world, that kind of plot character is unnecessary. }

He joked with the system here, and the goatee also smiled and responded, "Don't worry, you will be given a big discount."

That was the case, but when Lu Yuan left, he still left him a backpack full of 110,000 cash.

Fortunately, the car given by goatee is really good.

A Chevre-Cheval SS454, a classic of the golden age of muscle sports cars in the 70s.

"Tsk tsk, this kind of gas tiger from the 70s, let alone, it really has a taste when driving." The road away from Montoya's car repair shop whispered.

"The price is really expensive. It's more than several times more expensive than the original factory."

[This type of car is like a box cannon, a machete, or even a ring sword in the hearts of the Meka people. The King Goujian sword is to the Huaxia people. 】

[110,000 US dollars, not high. 】

"But I just want to get a car that won't be stopped by the police." Lu Yuan sighed.

"By the way, the fake identity who just bought the car has been entered into the official system?" Lu Yuan asked again.

【Yes. 】

"very good."

[What to do next? 】

【Need the system to open the navigation to Vegas, Nevada? 】

"Um..." Lu Yuan suddenly patted his belly and said, "I think I should find a place to eat first."

"I haven't eaten breakfast yet. It's been an hour since I got up."

【clear. Where do I need to navigate? The nearest 24-hour convenience store? 】

"Uh, forget it, unless there is really no choice, you can not eat anything there."

"By the way, it seems that someone has said that if you want to find a restaurant in the middle of the night in the big city of Mecca, you'd better go around Chinatown first."

"You can have this."

"Los Angeles Chinatown seems to be north, just on the way to Vegas."

【clear. 】

However, after arriving, Lu Yuan realized that the so-called Chinatown couldn't make him feel much at home.

On the contrary, it is more of the dilapidated streets and alleys in the Xiangjiang movies of the last century plus cheap neon signs.

The overall feeling is like going back to the 70s and 80s.

Moreover, there are not many restaurants here, and only a few open at night.

Most of the owners of a few restaurants do not speak Mandarin, and there are even two Chinese restaurant owners who are actually Vietnamese.

Finally, in front of a rice noodle shop with only one manager and clerk, he asked for rice noodles with pork buns, and he ate with some helplessness.

This match is almost like a staff lunch near the office building.

Fortunately, the clerk is indeed a mainland Chinese. Although the Mandarin has some accents, communication is not hindered.

Lu Yuan didn't want to catch a fellow villager with great difficulty, and was still playing English here.

However, the clerk was a young man who didn't talk much. He just talked about the decline of Chinatown, and he had to leave the neighborhood in a few days, and the atmosphere became embarrassing.

But after seeing that Lu Yuan's food was almost the same, he carefully reminded him that it is best to leave as soon as possible after the meal. It is not safe at night nearby.

I just killed a seven-in and seven-out road from a certain gang, and I still feel heartwarming when I hear this.

However, I did not expect that I was about to make a few jokes here, but I heard a few shots suddenly heard not far from the door.

Upon hearing the gunshots, the clerk drew back from the kitchen quite familiarly, but was still behind the counter and cautiously greeted Lu Yuan and hid.

But Lu Yuan, who had faintly heard the content of the shouts, thought about it, threw down a few 20 yuan bills, waved to the clerk, and strode out of the store.

Seeing the clerk was anxious and helpless.

Walking out of the pedestrian street where the rice noodle shop is located, the yelling in front of it becomes clearer.

There were shouts such as "Grab her", "Don't let her run" and "Dare to steal the boss's car" with strong black accents in the southern district. Basically, a few open shops nearby, all of them closed in an instant.

At this moment, a charming female voice that was still full of magnetism, although panicked, came from a certain street not far away.

"I really don't know anything!"

"I stole the car from outside Montoya's dealership. I don't think the man who drove seems to be on the road, so I just want to make a little money by the way."

"I have left the car for you, please let me go!"

"Shut up!" a young man with an obvious black accent shouted, "Montoya's account, we will naturally count it with him in the future!"

"You don't need to instigate here!"

"But if you dare to steal our boss's car, if you don't teach you a lesson, the road thinks we can help bullies!"

"Boss, how do we teach her?" the other gang asked, but there was a little more evil in their voices.

"Look at this white girl, this figure, this face, tsk tsk, shouldn't be violent?"

"It's just a kid with a nasty mind!" The black leader shouted with a wicked smile, "I'm not interested in this kind of meatless white girl, or Vanessa on June 4th Street suits my taste, like a ripe pear. , Have a lot of energy!"

"Since you are not interested in the boss, leave it to us~" the other person said with a smile.

"Okay, just let you guys have a good time." The black leader thought for a while, then turned to ask another group of people, "Isn't the boss contacted yet? Not even Scarface. Answer the phone?"

"No, no one answered the phone." Another gang returned.

"Damn, it's probably going to have fun together!"

The leader shook his head and looked around the **** girl in an orange crop top and light blue denim jacket and jeans. He was about to open his hands. He was about to say something, but was attracted by the phone ringing under the other hand. Attention.

The group of people only heard a few words, put down the earpiece with a big change, and said to the boss in horror, "t, to, boss! b, bu, it's not good! Old, boss, they were killed!"

"What?" The atmosphere suddenly condensed, and the gangsters surrounding the girl couldn't help but be stunned.

The girl who was besieged by the gang was really anxious, and when she heard the new news over there, she was even more desperate.

Seeing that I was going to suffer this time, I simply took advantage of the gangsters around me to be shocked. It’s not bad to do nothing. I gave a few gangsters around me a few kicks and ran out of the alley before they came back to their senses. .

"Damn it, don't let her run! She must know something!" The boss who recovered his senses, said angrily.

Lu Yuan, hiding in the dark, weighed the situation on the court and knew that it might be possible to barely escape this block with the girl's skill, but it was absolutely impossible to escape from the gangster.

Moreover, there were indeed a few sturdy Asian men with shirtless tattoos around them, standing in front of a few shops and watching the show, but they did not intend to come forward to help.

Lu Yuan probably guessed that it was probably the words shouted by the black gang when they hunted down the girl.

What's more, several Asian gangsters intentionally or unintentionally blocked the girl's escape route to the depths of Chinatown.

It can be seen that their meaning is very clear, and this matter has nothing to do with them. As long as the opponent resolves it outside Chinatown, they will not take action.

Perhaps it was precisely this that was understood. The girl who ran away did not dare to risk running to a few Asian gangsters, but turned and ran out of the street.