The night is coming.

On Central Avenue in Queens, New York City, a small area was blocked due to construction reasons. Just as the road construction workers took away the warning signs and blue boards, the group of people brought out a bunch of brand new warning signs and placed them at the end of the road to block the entry of a large number of vehicles.

There are very few vehicles on Central Avenue, many of which are confused car owners.

I just turned a corner, why was I locked up on the construction road?

A whirring sound rang.

A cool truck is rushing forward.

Behind the truck, there were a large number of sports cars, colorful and chasing each other, successfully arousing the anger and loud insults of passers-by.

"Bastard, what's going on with these people? Are the traffic in your Queens so unruly?!"

"It's them again! Those rich second-generations who are racing! This is their third time openly racing this year!!!"

"Don't anyone care? Where is the police?"

"What can you do if someone has money? Take it once, pay a fine, and wait for a while before coming out to cause trouble, what can you do?"

Countless passers-by were talking, and all kinds of wry smiles and insults resounded throughout the sky. Many strong men showed bad looks, but deep in their eyes, they showed a look of eagerness to try.

Racing is nothing in the open country. Various black modification factories and black technicians are very popular among rich people and racing racers because they can transform the strongest motorcycles. On the vast road, facing the different gazes of passers-by, rushing at lightning, and enjoying the pleasure of speed.

Many passers-by who were eating dirt could not stand the stimulation and ran home angrily, drove out their cars, drove onto the road with great courage, stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, and screamed.

There are many guys driving a dusty classic car. When the engine is turned on, it makes a harsh explosion, as if it will explode at any time, but the owner of the car still joined the competition with great enthusiasm.

The policeman was so angry that he drove a police car, a megaphone, and drove alongside a classic car that was slowly emitting black smoke.

A policeman sitting in the passenger seat stuck his head out the window and said angrily: "Dad, can you be embarrassed if you don't come out?!"

"Boy, I was also a master in the racing industry back then, but I retired later..."

The police were almost angry. Back then? The speed of the car was so great! How fast is the car now!

Starting at a speed of 100! Two hundred is normal!

Especially some lunatics, they dare to speed up to three or four hundred o'clock, and are not afraid of hitting and killing them!

All the policemen, including him, looked at the luxurious convoy ahead with anger, cursing in their hearts.

Of course, the leading man, the traffic police are familiar with him. He is a rich second generation who is addicted to modified vehicles, but he has been infected with something evil and has actually transferred his hobby from sports cars to trucks!

Racing with trucks? Who do you think you are, mechanic Donnie?

"Those guys, you must send them to prison this time. No matter how much money or how much background, you don't want to be bailed!" A policeman roared in anger.

Another policeman was calm and leaned comfortably on his seat, whistled, and said, "You don't know the guy in the lead. He clearly regarded himself as Donnie. He really thought he could speed up the speed of the plane... Alas, even Donnie couldn't speed his chariot out of the speed of the plane, right?"

"He can, he just needs to control the high-speed rail." A policeman replied.

The leading young man was driving his truck with satisfaction and rushing all the way. This was a wonder. Any high-speed vehicle was very particular in structure, basically in an arc shape, reducing resistance and its own weight.

But this guy didn't. He got a truck, hollowed out a large amount of metal structures, replaced it with a super-strong engine, and rushed all the way.

That's right, a large part of the inside of this truck has actually been hollowed out, which is simply a shell drive. If the owner hits the car with a rush, hehe, the picture is so beautiful...

The young man driving looked at the mirror of the rear car. The companions who were left behind by him showed a smug expression. He held the steering wheel with his left hand and a cigarette with his right hand. He took a beautiful breath and sniffed the clouds and mist.

He is a motorcycle enthusiast and was originally a normal and good young man - he was only interested in sports cars.

But two things happened in a row, which made him completely give up on the old-fashioned sports car and instead put his interest on the truck.

The first thing he had tried to hook up with a woman with a good figure and wearing a black tights. Until now, he could not forget that woman, especially her breasts and naked thighs that were about to burst out.

He tried to use a sports car to lift her, but was directly ignored, and the woman got on a truck...

Oh, that woman is Amanda Falcone.

The second thing happened not long ago, when he met a woman in a red dress. At first glance, it seemed like she was shot by Cupid, the god of love. He went up to hook up with her with confidence, but somehow, when he realized it, the other person was already at the other end of the road, and the beauty in red walked straight into a private manor.

In the door that had not been closed, he glanced at a cool blue truck.

"What sports car, shit, these days, trucks are the mainstream! And I will be the leader in leading the new trend!"

His aesthetic seemed to have encountered some terrible misunderstanding, and a 180-degree turn occurred.

The young man squinted his eyes, and while he was happy, he was inevitably a little frustrated.

I am so handsome and generous, young and rich, and I fell on the truck twice in a row.

If your opponent is more handsome and richer than him, it's not the case. The common point is the cool truck.

Since then, the young man has been obsessed with the cool trucks like a demon.

"I will be the new racing king in the world! What sports car, bullshit, and that short and petite appearance is so ridiculous. Only sissy can drive sports cars! Strong trucks are the romance of real men..."

Thinking of this, the young man fell into self-intoxication and could not extricate himself.

The young man subconsciously looked at the rear car mirror. The accomplices were eating dirt behind his butt, and couldn't help but look contemptuous. He looked at the dial again and saw that the speed had reached 200, which was the standard for racing rally.

As he looked, the young man couldn't help but show an arrogant expression.

“Buzz!!!”

A deafening engine sound was like an explosive detonating in the engine cylinder.

The young man frowned and guessed in his heart that some stupid X was driving a motorcycle to chase him. It was probably the group of annoying policemen again.

The young man glanced at the rear car mirror again. The thing he saw made him feel like he was hit hard, his mind roared and his eyes suddenly became dull.

"This...this..." The young man's throat rang, unable to squeeze out a word, as if he was blocked by something terrible and almost suffocated.

A blue giant up to four meters high, with a brand new flame-like pattern on the body, and a cool and hot-shot spike stands on the front of the front of the car.

On the front of the car, there is a strange human face-like logo.

This big guy, who was more burly and heavier than his car, was like a roaring mountain, and the irritating engine seemed to be tied to a roaring monster!

In just a few seconds, from appearing in sight to running side by side! After a few seconds, he easily overtook him!!!

A blue giant truck like a giant mountain was dragging a heavy bucket box of more than ten meters long behind. Just like swaying his son, he easily threw his most proud chariot behind.

The young man's eyes were covered with bloodshot, and his dull pupils were not a trace of color.

The falling cigarette butt fell to his thighs, burning his skin, but it did not cause any reaction from the young man. In his eyes, only the violent monster, the giant that should not exist!

"How is this possible? How is this possible? This is not scientific at all..." The young man stared at the hunch and said nonsense, "I understand the most advanced modification method, but how can this kind of racing car like a super heavy truck exist!!!"
Chapter completed!