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Sarah Mendes gave Locke a coquettish look. Not wanting to be looked down upon by him, she glanced at the rearview mirror and reached out to turn on a button.

The central control screen immediately switched to the camera at the bottom of the rear of the Hellcat, where there were two 30-centimeter-long horizontally arranged nozzles, which were spraying highly lubricating engine oil under pressure.

Then Sarah Mendes turned on another button, and an iron box at the bottom of the Challenger in the central control screen was opened with a “clang”, and a large number of triangular nails were instantly spilled.

The smooth engine oil was immediately dotted with triangular nails.

Because of the limited capacity, the engine oil was sprayed out in a short while.

Seeing that Sarah wanted to turn on the third button, Locke hurriedly grabbed her hand, “Let’s see the effect first…”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the vehicle behind him driving to the place where the engine oil was spilled, and began to slip and lose control. Then the tires ran over the triangular nails again, and the sound of tire blowouts continued.

Five or six cars suddenly skated on the road. The scene was spectacular. The black man was so angry that he pulled out his gun and shot at the front. He was furious.

“Yes!”

“So cool…”

The two high-fived to celebrate. Sarah excitedly shouted: “I want to install these in my car…”

“No problem!”

In the rearview mirror, Locke found that five or six of the seven or eight cars behind him broke down in an instant. Unfortunately, the white GTR of the black boss Red was the last this time and luckily avoided the trap.

And this guy was not scared. He actually bypassed the accident vehicle and continued to chase.

Locke raised his eyebrows. It seems that this guy has not given up. Through lip recognition, he has long recognized what Red and his gang want to do.

Red had previously told the racing gang not to hurt him and to catch him alive.

They should want to kidnap him because he is rich.

Locke stared at the four cars still blocking the road in front. It seems that they have a backup plan.

Just as he thought of this, the Mustang and Challenger in front opened their windows, and two black guys threw a bag of things out of the car, which fell to the ground and scattered all over the ground in an instant.

It turned out to be triangular nails.

Hahaha, it seems that heroes think alike!

Locke saw the triangular nails on the road, and a smile of the Dragon King appeared on the corner of his mouth. He did not slow down and ran over the triangular nails directly.

Except for the bumps for a while, the tires did not burst, and the vehicle did not lose control, because he had replaced the Challenger with run-flat tires.

Since they were deliberately fishing, they had already prepared for the gang of black guys to use dirty tricks when racing.

Although it was a run-flat tire, it still had some impact after being pierced by a few triangular nails, but Locke did not care. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and then turned on a button again to start NO2.

The speed of the car soared again, and a strong sense of push back was instantly produced. Locke grabbed the steering wheel and hit the Mustang in front again, and the Mustang hit the Carnival in front again.

Under the strong impact of the Challenger Hellcat, the two cars were instantly knocked out of speed and flew forward, no longer aligned with the Malibu and Challenger next to them, and a gap immediately appeared on the blocked road.

Locke immediately turned off the nitrogen, waited for the potential energy to weaken, tapped the brakes lightly, disengaged from the Mustang, then turned the steering wheel right and drove into the road on the right, with a smooth road ahead.

He left the Malibu and Challenger behind, and then surpassed the Fiesta and Mustang on the left.

When passing by, he did not forget to give a middle finger to the two black guys who looked at him angrily.

On the following road, Red’s GTR and the remaining four cars kept biting Locke’s Hellcat tightly, but they never caught up.

They turned on the nitrogen to accelerate, and Locke also turned on the nitrogen, riding away from the dust, far ahead.

Five cars were running on the Long Beach Highway, all the way south, with the Los Angeles River on the left, and the brightly lit port area in the distance visible to the naked eye.

Ten minutes later, Locke was the first to arrive under the Long Beach Expressway overpass. Next to it was the estuary of the Los Angeles River, and next to it was a large mudflat that looked very desolate.

What a great place!

Locke turned his head and said to Sarah Mendes, who was a little quiet, “You will be in the car later, don’t get off…”

“Yeah…”

Sarah Mendes responded in a low voice.

Locke looked at her in surprise, but because the light was too dim, he didn’t see anything.

At this time, Red’s white GTR and the other four cars also arrived one after another. Locke pretended to touch under the seat, and a Glock G18 appeared in his hand instantly.

White GTR

He pushed the door and got out of the car, inserted the G18 in his waist, and looked at the five angry black brothers with a smug look.

Except for the eldest brother Red, the other four brothers already had guns in their hands, and they stared at Locke as if they were dead.

Red’s face was as gloomy as water, staring at Locke coldly, and he had changed his mind in his heart. In addition to extorting a sum of moneyBesides, he would not let Locke live any longer.

More than ten cars were knocked down, and the whole circle would know about this tomorrow.

If Locke didn’t die, he would not be able to continue.

Locke smiled as if he didn’t see anything unusual about the five people, “Boss Reed, I’m sorry, you lost…”

Before Boss Reed could speak, a black man who looked like Xiao Xiao Luo rushed to Locke with a gun, “Fuck, white pig, you son of a bitch dared to hit my car…”

Locke put the gun on his forehead, and the black man froze instantly, as if he was cast into a spell.

Locke asked, “Which car is yours?”

The black guy said hesitantly, “That Mustang…”

Ford Mustang

“Oh! I’m sorry…”

Locke shrugged, apologetically, and then frowned, “Didn’t anyone tell you that besides your bad breath, your body also stinks? Just talk, why are you so close, back off…”

The black guy raised his hand, looking ashamed and angry, and stepped back step by step, and then back to his original position, his expression immediately became fierce.

Then the five black guys stared at Locke in a daze, as if they were looking at an idiot.

Locke said to Red, “Boss Red, let’s stop today. When your car is repaired, I will challenge you to a race…”

Red was so angry that he gritted his teeth and said, “Tie this idiot up for me, send him to the dog farm to feed the dogs, and remember to leave a finger to ask his family for ransom…”

Before he finished speaking, the four black guys walked towards Locke with excitement.

Locke raised his gun and shouted, “What do you want to do? If you come any closer, I will shoot…”

The black guy who looked like Xiao Xiao Luo sneered, “You only have one gun, we have four, pretty boy, do you dare to shoot? Hehe, we will shoot the girl in your car…”

“biu…”

“biu…”

“biu…”

Four shots hit the head, and the four black guys fell to the ground instantly. The world suddenly became quiet, and even the sound of waves could be heard.

Locke stared at the corpse on the ground and nodded, “This distance is just right. If it’s closer, it will splash on you…”

Red stared at Locke in disbelief, with a horrified expression, and cursed, “Fuck, how dare you shoot…”

Locke looked at the black guy who looked fierce but was actually weak, and felt a little funny. This chicken really did not make a wrong choice. He was indeed a weak chicken. He raised his hand and shot.

“biu…”