Chapter 16 The legendary god of car ()

On the spacious national highway, a Toyota flower crown was rushing forward. Looking at the vehicles that were thrown away by themselves, the street gangster in the cab whose hair was dyed green was extremely proud. While changing gears, he shouted at the hot girl beside him: "Hehe, do you know? A car without anyone in this area can pass me faster."

"call--"

Before he finished speaking, a BMW z8 whizzed past the car and disappeared without a trace in just two seconds.

"Well……"

Obviously, this sudden change caused great excitement to the two of them. They stared at the BMW Z8 in front of them, which was like a swimming snake, as if they had seen a ghost.

"300 mph or 400 mph? Could it be the legendary... God of Cars?"

The strong shock made the two of them lose their minds, and the girl beside her cheered and said, "Wow, shook her tail! Drifting! It's so cool..."

"Do you know John Grey?"

In the cab of the BMW Z8, Zhao Yan, known as the God of Vehicles, once again passed through a beautiful tail-swinging, gracefully crossing the gap between two heavy trucks.

"You, you, you... slower, slower..."

The pinball, which was so scared that it was covered in cold sweat, held the safety belt tightly, its eyes thrust and its teeth were clenched, as if it was withstood a severe test of life and death.

"Hmph, idiot!"

Zhao Yan vomited out a breath of smoke disapprovingly and added another gear, which directly made the roar of the engine reach the terrifying level of trembling eardrums!

Just an hour and a half later, the BMW Z8 stopped at a street corner at Robert's head.

"Oh my God? You must have been an F1 racer before!"

The exhausted pinball sighed with breath and finally recovered, and hurriedly reminded Zhao Yan: "Brother, are you going to trouble John Grey? My God, do you know who he is?"

Zhao Yan lit a cigarette and disagreed.

"Then you should have heard of blood bats?"

The pinball stretched out his hand and gestured with difficulty, and his saliva flew everywhere, completely missing his previous arrogant attitude: "That is a gunman organization in New York, which controls entertainment venues in nearly half of the city! And this John Grey is the young leader of this blood bat!"

"If you shoot him tonight, it's like declaring war on the gangsters of New York!" Pinball shouted wildly, "Oh my God? It sounds like he's committing suicide!"

"Waiting for me in the car."

Zhao Yan seemed not to hear the yelling of the pinball. He checked the Desert Eagle on his own, then took off the pinball's suit jacket, put it on his body, and then got off the car and walked towards his destination.

According to the accurate positioning on GPS, John Gerry's location should be in a villa area about two thousand meters away.

After passing through a large area of ​​well-decorated green grassland, Zhao Yan walked straight into the villa area.

"Hi! Stop!"

A burly security guard in front of the door immediately shouted at Zhao Yan: "What about you? What are you doing?"

Facing the security guard's loud shout, Zhao Yan took a breath of cigarette calmly, then glanced at him disdainfully, and then walked past two burly security guards holding guns in a swagger.

The security guard was waiting to stop him. The older black man hurriedly pulled his sleeve and whispered: "Boy, do you want to roll the bedding and leave?"

"Hmm?" The young security guard seemed puzzled.

"Who is not a well-known person living here? If you accidentally mess with a big man, it is a small person who leaves, and it is a big person who is dragged to feed the dog." The middle-aged man sneered and taught a lesson.

"Yes, but when others came in, they were all beautiful and beautiful, and he... actually walked in on foot." The young security guard argued, but his voice was not confident.

"Phoa, stupid pig!"

The middle-aged man said contemptuously and said disdainfully: "You can't mess with such a talent! I see his domineering and exposed aura, and you know that he is a big boss who dominates the world. Maybe he is the brother of Boss Grey? If you have to be so stupid, don't blame me for not reminding you if you die one day."

After successfully entering the villa area, Zhao Yan felt relieved and looked up at these villas that cost millions of dollars each, and couldn't help but secretly smack his tongue.

After using GPS to determine the specific location again, Zhao Yan took out a baseball cap that had been prepared from his arms, took it with him, and walked with his head down all the way, trying to choose the blind spot of the camera and quickly approach the target villa.

About ten minutes later, Zhao Yan came to a huge Gothic castle. The castle was built with a land of nearly 1,600 square meters, magnificent and luxurious. Even in this villa group, it seemed a bit outstanding and very rich.

At this time, the castle was brightly lit and explosive music swept out like a heat wave. Countless enchanting and intoxicated people were either drinking or dancing wildly. Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, even Zhao Yan, who was a thousand meters away, could see clearly.

"Celebration banquet? Humph, I'm really interested." Zhao Yan snorted coldly.

After a quick look around, no one was walking around. Zhao Yan immediately took out a scarf and handkerchief from the left pocket of the suit, covering most of his cheeks, then injected internal force between his legs, and began to use the Lingao Step, and approached the castle directly from the side.

About six minutes later, Zhao Yan lurked into the garage safely.

The garage is very spacious, with dim and clean lights. Under the cover of the light, it is a luxury car array that is comparable to the World Auto Show - BMW 5 Series, Mercedes-Benz Extended, Bentley, Lamborghini... Everything is available, one is more luxurious than the other, and one is more shocking!

"Hehe, Ram!" Suddenly, a baritone came from a distance, which scared Zhao Yan: "Look at this little girl, isn't it okay?"

"No, Jerry."

"Oh, I hope so!"

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and Jerry's head was hit hard. Before he could notice what was going on, he collapsed to the ground.

"Hey, Jerry! You're moving faster..."

Ram stretched his head out of the car window and complained impatiently: "If you don't come up again, I will lock the door..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Jerry fainting on the ground without knowing his life and death. He was shocked and was about to scream, but suddenly felt a chill in his neck - a sharp blade was pressing against his neck.

"If you dare to fart, I will not let you see the sun tomorrow."

Zhao Yan pressed his elbow against his head and asked sternly: "Where are the two kidnapped policewomen?" Seeing Ram stammering, Zhao Yan directly increased his hand strength, and a trace of blood suddenly spilled out of his neck, which obviously scared Ram. He said in a trembling voice: "On... on the fourth floor...Boss Grey's room..."

"Bang!"

As soon as he got the answer, Zhao Yan immediately waved the butt stock and smashed the mess that was only half taken off the pants. Then he picked up a person in one hand and threw the two messes into the car like a garbage pickup.

After doing all this, Zhao Yan still quietly lurked outside the garage, and no one saw Zhao Yan's appearance from beginning to end.

At the same time, there is a room with ambiguous light on the fourth floor.

Bald Grey was lying on the upper body, leaning on his back, lying on a leather sofa with high-quality workmanship. He had a thick bandage on his right shoulder, and there was still blood on the pure white gauze. It seemed that this knife was quite slashed. Fortunately, his body had a solid foundation, otherwise this powerful knife would not kill him, but at least he would have to give him the next arm.

After changing to a more comfortable smoking position, Grey recalled the bravery and heroic posture of the two policewomen when they were in a row, and his smile became more interesting. As soon as the two girls appeared, they directly killed six of his subordinates. They were straightforward and shot, which really made the brothers who had the upper hand. He ordered to capture these two girls alive, not that he wanted to avenge his subordinates, but during the more than two-year sentence that he was not long or short, the policewomen had become the only abnormal number he wanted to push down but was unable to do anything.

You know, in Grey's life dictionary, there is absolutely nothing that he can't beat women!

So when he saw these two female policewomen whose shooting skills were proportional to their beauty, a strong gland hormone rushed straight to his forehead. At that time, he felt that even if he couldn't win this battle, he would have to take down these two female policewomen!

Taking a deep breath of cigarette, Grey snatched out the cigarette butts. Just as she was about to get up, she accidentally touched the injury on her right shoulder. She suddenly grinned and hurt him, a nine-foot man, lying back into the sofa cushion, and it took him a long time to recover. When she got up again, Grey was not angry for the first time, and even a very happy smile was on her rough face, which was full of flesh.

Grey grinned. He had no reason to be unhappy. After holding it in for more than two years, he finally blew all the anger in his heart today. How could he not be happy? In fact, to be honest, Grey was really unlucky back then. In a gang fight, he was impulsive and unfortunately got into a conspiracy of the Glorious Cross and accidentally killed the niece of a governor at that time. So he was out of control. The king of heaven could not save him. Although he finally found a scapegoat and took most of the charges, the prison disaster was not spared. He went to the federal prison in New York honestly and squatted for more than two years.

However, after this sensational battle across the United States, the Blood Bat has defeated the Glorious Cross. The Glorious Cross's gangs were killed and injured, and all the major venues under their name were destroyed and annexed. For a time, the Blood Bat became the leader of the actual gangster in New York! I fantasizing about the future of the free days of calling the wind and rain in New York.

It turned out that Grey would definitely not be so polite. His usual method was summed up in five words - the overlord was hard to bow. No matter how virtuous a woman looked on and how wild a woman was, she could only be severely ravaged in his hands. What he pursued and was obsessed with was the pleasure that emerged after constant occupation. Whether for women or in the battle between men, he has always been like this.

But he must not be able to do it today. Since he was stabbed on his right shoulder, his subordinates thoughtfully tied up the two girls, saving him a lot of trouble with his hands and feet.
Chapter completed!