"What's going on tonight, the president always thinks something is weird."

A dazzling red Ferrari sped down the highway.

"Yes, I used to be very energetic, why did I leave early tonight, could it be because of my age!"

Sitting in the co-pilot seat is a figure of the Big Brother level of the White Tiger Society.

The same is true of the one next to him!

In the entire White Tiger Club, the two of them like drag racing the most, so they often get together.

"Old Zhong, you said, will the president let that Huaxia person join our White Tiger Club?"

"Who knows, whether to join or not has nothing to do with us."

The co-pilot put the cigarette to his mouth and took a hard puff.

He asked, "Where are we going tonight?" ”

"It's the place I went to a few days ago, I lost hundreds of thousands of dollars there the first few times, and I have to win it back tonight."

"Listen to you, just go there, as long as there is a punctual girl."

"You, it's not me talking about you, Tiger Head, your hobby has changed.

Don't suffer a loss on a woman one day, look at the president now, it's obviously empty. ”

"Don't worry, I'm in control."

The hobby of the tiger head is the same as that of many men in the White Tiger Club, that is, he likes to play with women.

He is not only playful, but also torturous.

As for Lao Zhong, although he also likes women, he prefers drag racing.

At a very young age, he fell in love with this kind of game with a sense of speed.

He has a lot of cars, the most expensive of which is as high as several million.

Elegant posture, excellent performance, cutting-edge technology and fiery passion, in short, as long as there is a characteristic, he will buy it back without moving his head.

In many cases, I don't open it when I buy it back, I just put it there for display and appreciation.

Foot on the accelerator and go all the way.

After several successive accelerations, the hands on the dial are already pointing to 270kph.

At this speed, it is still far from the top speed of 315kph in this Ferrari.

However, the open car is constantly blowing in strong winds.

At this moment, the hair of the two people has been torn and drifted backwards.

One hand controls the steering wheel, and the other hand turns on the stereo in the car.

Inside the carriage, energetic rock music immediately sounded.

The Zhenjiang Tiger brothers shouted loudly to rock music, and the Ferrari ran towards the Death Tunnel.

The wind blew on their faces, making them inexplicably excited.

The two were enjoying the passion, unaware that a motorcycle was already speeding at their speed.

The Grim Reaper's scythe was already hanging high, and it hung right around the necks of both of them.

"Hey, buddy, are you interested? Let's run a round? ”

Outside the Ferrari window, a Chinese man with bangs greeted him.

He smiled beautifully, but I don't know why he had a maple leaf or two pinned to his clothes.

I don't know if it was done on purpose, or if it was blown on the road.

"You? Do you deserve it? ”

Tiger Head smiled playfully.

spat directly at the Huaxia man, and was cleverly dodged by the latter.

"It's just that Nima is a fool who actually rides a motorcycle to race with me, it's a joke."

The old bell in the main driver's seat also scolded casually, but he didn't spit indiscriminately.

"It doesn't matter if you have a sports car or not, the important thing is that you have the money to gamble on the car."

As the Chinese spoke, they pulled out a wad of banknotes from their pockets.

That thick stack has to be five figures, to say the least.

Before the tiger head and Lao Zhong could answer, the next sentence of the Huaxia people completely calmed them.

"That's only a tenth of that, if you will."

A playful smile, as if he was deliberately provocative.

A thick stack of banknotes, but at the same time full of endless allure.

"Old Zhong, just run with him, I don't believe that a motorcycle can run a Ferrari."

"Running wool, taking out so much money at once, this kid looks like a rich second generation.

We just slaughtered him and robbed him of the money.

What's the effort to rac? It's a waste of time! ”

"That makes sense, in the wilderness. If we slaughter him, who will suspect us? ”

The two of them sat in the carriage premeditated, and the corners of their mouths showed a sinister smile at the same time.

They do this kind of thing a lot, and they rarely suspect it anyway.

Even if you have doubts, you don't dare to do anything.

The two didn't know that every word they said was actually listened to by the Huaxia people.

For a good killer, the extraordinary sense of hearing is the capital to survive.

Although they deliberately lowered their voices, they still clearly reached the ears of the Chinese people.

"I really don't know whether to live or die."

In the plan of the Huaxia people, it was originally in the process of racing the car, directly penetrating the Ferrari's fuel tank, so that the two were buried in the fire.

Now it seems that the plan can only be changed on the fly.

"Die."

With his left hand, he grabbed the neck of the co-pilot's tiger head.

With a little force, he pulled it out of the window.

The power surged, and it was pulled out.

If someone saw Hu Xiaren's actions just now, they must have thought that he was making a movie.

The Chinese man drives the motorcycle with his right hand and controls the direction.

Place your left foot on the door of a Ferrari to ensure that the body does not tilt so much under force.

The left hand made a lightning shot and grabbed the tiger's head like a chick.

Thrown over his head and thrown in the air.

The tiger's head fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood in a big gulp.

Such a sharp attack is equivalent to fatal to him, who has been pampered for a long time.

The left leg struck the hard concrete road with a clattering sound.

"You...... ...... the hell Who is it? ”

Lao Zhong was still sitting in the car, spitting at the mouth with difficulty.

I felt scared for a while, and cold sweat oozed from my forehead.

"Hey, hey, I'm the one who sent you God!"

At some point, a blade appeared in the hand of the Huaxia people.

Sou!

The blade popped out, like a gust of wind, slicing through the old clock on the main driver.

Lao Zhong was still driving, but there was already sticky blood in his neck.

Rumble!

Ferrari lost control and crashed directly into the guardrail.

"Old Clock !!"

The tiger head struggled to his feet and roared heartbreakingly.

"Don't worry, it's your turn now."

The Huaxia people came over on motorcycles.

In his hand, he held a sticker.

"Who the hell are you? We don't seem to mess with you, do we? ”

"Grave! I'm doing what I'm told! ”

After answering the two questions coldly, he pinched the neck of the tiger head without hesitation.

In the round eyes of the man, he pinched the end of his neck alive.

After solving the two of them, the order sticker in his hand fell silently on the corpse.

Immediately after the fall, there were also those maple leaves on the grave.

There are not many maple leaves, but they are piled up like a lonely grave.

This is the sign of the tomb, and at the same time, it can be regarded as a tomb for those two people.

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