【This fist is like a lump of shit, and shit should be where it should be】

【Turn your face over and say, "You damn nigger, should you go to the plantation to grow cotton"]

【Understanding Fist Bumping】

0:4:5, the Transparent Bridge Team is doing well.

Two fists, one black and one white, met together.

Smith gave Rohard a hot dog, twisted his body and put the change and chocolate in his pocket, and ate his own chocolate.

The next screen is fast forward twice. The first time is that the two people are hiding in the car holding hot dogs and gnawing, and the second time is that Rohard and Smith doze off against their respective windows.

Bang—Bang—

Smith's head hit the car window one after another, creating a hypnotic noise.

Beep-

The sudden sound of horns woke Smith up. He shook his head blankly and looked at the theater door. He happened to see the red light on the rear of the extended Lincoln car and turned away from the red carpet.

"They are out!"

Excited Smith woke Rohard up: "Come on!"

When he woke up, Rohard looked like a big white bear, silently starting the car and following the lengthening of Lincoln.

"Don't be so close to guys." Smith reminded.

The selection box did not pop up again, and Rohard quietly opened the distance and followed Lincoln to the back door of the theater.

"Don't worry... It's not now, his bodyguards are still there..." Smith murmured in a low voice, staring at the fake stepping into Lincoln and leaving.

It felt dull and Smith turned on the on-board radio station and skillfully transferred to the West Coast radio station.

The old white cars in the rap music follow the extended Lincoln far in the traffic, from the Ferris wheel on the West Coast to the Grand Theater of China, from Chinatown to the Avenue of Stars, and finally lengthen Lincoln to drive into a bar.

Rohard stopped by the side of the road and looked at Smith, as if asking: Bar?

"As a guy with a bright appearance, you should always need to indulge it." Smith agreed with this. He encouraged Rohard: "I will be recognized when I go in, so it's time for you to appear, you

The cold-blooded killer of the Soviet Union.”

“…”

Rohard was silent, only the selection box appeared to indicate that his heart was not silent.

【This car is manual transmission】

[Screaming that Ula stepped on the accelerator and hit the bar]

【Only agree】

4:0:5, The abominable transparent bridge shattered Mu Su's dream.

Rohard shut down and got out of the car, and Smith's black-style refueling approached the bar.

The two burly men in front of the door glanced at Rohard, quickly determined his ingredients and allowed him to enter the bar.

The noise and heat waves surged as Rohard entered the door. Rohard stepped into the dance floor and looked around to find the trace of the fake Smith.

His expressionless face was incompatible with the lively dance floor.

Fortunately, it was not difficult to find Smith. He was surrounded by a large group of young men and women, and the closest to him were more than a dozen beautiful girls with black, white and yellow skin. If Smith saw this scene, he would probably be jealous again.

Discovering the target, Rohad stepped away from the dancing crowd and approached with unwavering steps.

As he was about to approach the center of the dance floor, a figure suddenly blocked Rohard's way: it was a woman with long golden wavy hair.

"Hi Terminator." She spoke and exhaled, and she sniffed on Rohard's body drunk: "Do you want to dance with me? Oh, you're so strong~"

She obviously drank too much and regarded fat and muscle as something.

Rohard lowered his head, his eyes falling on the heavy makeup, drunken, and beautiful cheeks that looked under the flashing light.

【Do you like to use another hole?】

[Nah, is it true? Even if I like cartoons, I am qualified to be a current charge? Oh, tell me]

【Disappointing her】

0:4:5, Su Su shed tears.

The selection box went dark, and in the picture, Rohard retreated away from the woman's soft and hot body, turned his head stiffly, and bypassed the woman like a robot, continuing to move towards the fake Smith.

Fake Smith in the middle of the dance floor knew nothing about Rohard who was walking, and he was enjoying the crowds of women around him.

ding ding ding — ding ding —

A slight unseen ringtone of the cell phone suddenly sounded amid the deafening noisy music on the dance floor. Smith, who was smiling, looked down at the screen, curled his smile, pulled out of the women, and walked into the relatively quiet bathroom.

Rohard's whereabouts changed, he squeezed out the dance floor with people everywhere, and walked towards the bathroom where the fake Smith crawled into.

But in the corridor, Rohard was stopped by the bodyguard: "Sorry, you can't go in for the time being."

...

Fake Smith unscrew the faucet in the bathroom to cover up the drumbeat coming from outside before answering the phone.

"Hey, it's Smith... My dear is you, I'm still recording, have you heard it? Yes, I'll go back soon, if you're sleepy, you can go to bed first. I'll wait for me to come back, and I love you too."

Beep-

After hanging up the phone, Smith stared at himself in the mirror for a while, put his hands together to wash his face, turned off the faucet and walked out of the bathroom.

"Listen, you, can't, go in." Fake Smith happened to see the bodyguard warning a white fat man, walked over and said indifferently, "Go and prepare the car, I'll leave through the back door" and turned around and left.

"Okay, man, you can go inside and enjoy it." The bodyguard made way for the passage.

Rohard looked at Smith who was walking away, turned around silently and walked out of the noisy and warm bar.

"What a killer, have you succeeded?" Smith couldn't wait to ask Rohard who was getting in the car.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the extended Lincoln passing by.

"Okay, it doesn't seem to be there, keep up!" Smith urged.

Rohard started the car and followed the extended Lincoln.

...

Luxury apartments under the Hollywood Hills.

Extended Lincoln slowly drove into the underground garage of Sierra Towers apartment.

A white car parked on the street.

"Damn it, this must be the new house that the bastard earned with the money that I made with my face!" Smith yelled angrily and stared at Rohard seriously and said, "Listen to the killer, it seems that he will not go back to the villa today.

It's good news, we have the opportunity to do it, but we have to know how many floors he lives in which room...what are you looking at?"

Halfway through speaking, Smith looked at him and saw Slake sitting opposite the road, holding his chin in a daze.

"What the hell is this... How could Slake be here?!"

Smith, who felt incredible, got out of the car and walked over, followed by the silent Rohard.

"Hi man, how did you come out-I mean, how are you here."

"I'm waiting for you. You're coming too slowly. Is it because the guy who looks like sheep dung has returned?"

Slake stood up with the street light.

Smith even forgot to correct Slake and asked in confusion: "Of course, we've been following him all the time, so how do you know-oh shit you installed a tracker in my car!"

"Idiot, you stolen that car in the afternoon." Slake looked down on Smith, who was screaming. "The guy who looked like rhino dung would come to SierraTowers' apartment before 22:30 every night."

After saying that, Slake looked at the two of them in confusion.
Chapter completed!