MTL - Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant-Chapter 49 If you don't die, you won't die (Part 1)

  Chapter 49 If you don't die, you won't die (Part 1)

   Busy until the evening, An Feng got a satisfactory list.

  Song Wenrui and Tian Hao recommended their classmates, and they were all worried about their jobs after graduation. An Feng offered a higher-than-average internship salary, and promised to double his salary after becoming a full-time employee, and provide a good environment. The most important thing is that An Feng knows more than anyone else. This is an irresistible academic temptation.

Keeping the list of those who are interested in joining the research team, An Feng and Song Wenrui first signed a power of attorney, prepaid a check of 10,000 US dollars, and asked them to collect information for themselves, and then called Secretary Lei, intending to establish a new company , I'm afraid I'll be busy in the future.

  After bidding farewell to Song Wenrui, he walked towards the parking lot. When he saw Gu Li sitting on the steps with his back to him, he realized that he hadn’t paid him. It’s past seven o’clock. Maybe this guy is hungry? Unexpectedly, when he walked over and took a look, his guilt disappeared completely, this guy was eating chicken legs!

   "Hi, Bruce!" Gu Li greeted him, and picked up the packaging bag in his arms: "Do you want to try the chicken legs that are willing to fight chicken?"

   "I don't eat these." An Feng shook his head, "I'm curious, I remember you don't have any money with you, where did these come from?"

  Guri wiped his oily mouth and said, "Those guys brought some hippies in for trouble this afternoon, and then I talked to them."

  An Feng saw the sporadic blood stains on his clothes, and frowned, "Just talk?"

Gu Li smiled: "Boss, you are so smart, I kicked their ass, but they did it first. I was here to guard, and they threatened to smash your car. When a **** said that, she said back to Falk and their mother, and they surrounded her."

Gu Li's level of storytelling is very average, but An Feng can hear the hostile relationship inside. Those guys in the afternoon are really small-minded, and they can come to the door for such a trivial matter, but after listening to Gu Li's rhetoric and his comfortable eating chicken legs The appearance, it is estimated that the other party has suffered a lot.

   "And then?" An Feng looked at him.

   "There's still this money, they use it to change their teeth." Gu Li took out the crumpled dollar bills from his pocket, and there were quite a few 100 denomination bills.

   "Okay, take this money!" An Feng pushed it back with a strange expression. The boss hasn't paid the salary yet, and the employees themselves have contributed...

  An Feng originally wanted to say something like staying away from violence and loving harmony, but it didn't work at all for this guy who only takes fists and doesn't take reason. Besides, those guys were too arrogant, smashing his car? Who are you? If An Feng was present, he would have to break their dog legs.

  Take Shang Guli for a trip to Chinatown and eat some Chinese food.

Gu Li is not picky eaters at all, don't look at him eating Kenda chicken just now, as soon as he sits on the dining table, he can immediately continue eating with full power. An Feng stared blankly at his Russian style of eating, his appetite was stimulated I woke up and ate two bowls of seafood porridge, two fried dough sticks, a plate of griddle chicken and pork ribs with pumpkin.

  Gu Li ate the ribs and kept praising: "Chinese food is delicious! It's even better with some sauce!"

  An Feng looked at the dishes on the table, then at the surprised diners around, and explained to himself in Chinese: "Actually, I don't know him."

  Finally, An Feng paid the bill and left a tip of fifty dollars.

  When driving back to the hotel at night, Gu Li, who was sitting in the co-pilot, frequently looked at the rearview mirror. An Feng asked strangely, "What are you looking at?"

   "Behind." Gu Li said mysteriously, "There is a car following us."

   "Have you watched too many Hollywood movies?" An Feng raised his head and looked at the rearview mirror in disbelief. There are a lot of headlights, so what's unusual?

   "Trust me." Gu Li said seriously, "You increase the speed to about 120 to 150. This speed is the best way to judge whether you are being followed or not."

"If you are stopped by the police, you will spend the night at the police station tonight." Although An Feng said so verbally, An Feng still stepped on the accelerator skillfully, and the sports car soared to a speed of 150 per hour in a few seconds. In the urban area, the road is wide, the vehicles are scarce, and it runs smoothly.

  Guri stared at the rearview mirror, and said in his mouth: "There are at least three cars following us. You turn left three times at the intersection ahead and go back to the original road."

  An Feng stepped on the brakes, downshifted, passed three turns at high speed with the quality of a professional driver without panting, and easily detoured to the way he had just come. "Pull over and turn off the engine!" Gu Li said suddenly. An Feng's reaction was also quick, turning the direction and braking to the side of the road, turning off the engine.

  About six or seven seconds later, a few loud sports cars caught up and passed him. An Feng looked out the window at an R8 passing by.

   "It's the people from the afternoon." Gu Li said.

   "I don't have revenge with them for killing my father, right?" An Feng wondered, how small are college students these days?

   "Who knows," Guri said, "Maybe they just want to race you."

"Damn! If you think about it ten thousand times, why don't you just go up and find out!" An Feng started the car and chased after them. Those guys were still chasing after him. He followed behind and flashed them a few times with high beams. Then speed up and run parallel with an orange Aventador. Both sides rolled down the window at the same time. An Feng saw an Asian girl with smoky makeup and big earrings. She looked like a rebellious girl.

  An Feng asked impatiently, "What are you doing?"

  Smoky girl said in English: "Come with us if you have eggs in your crotch."

   "Crazy!" An Feng said.

  The white man who was driving leaned over and said, "We have something to talk to you about. It's just in the outskirts of the city. Don't play tricks. Dare you go?"

   "Lead the way!"

  It's still early tonight, it's only eleven o'clock. I was too full just now, so I thought it was a walk after a meal to help digestion, not to mention that I have a bodyguard.

   "Most of them are foreign students who don't have green cards and dare not play with guns." Gu Li understands these principles.

   Now it's even better.

  Followed the convoy to the outskirts, strictly speaking, it was beyond the city of San Francisco. I don't know what they are doing, but there are very few vehicles on the road. When driving along the Neiwan Expressway, the cars in front all pull over and stop with their lights on. A large group of young people in different costumes gathered on the side of the road. Some of the car trunks were opened, and the modified speakers came out bursts of sound waves. There were also some hot girls in cool clothes dancing to the music. It was very lively.

Stopped at the side of the road and got off the car, people came over immediately, there were men and women, the leader was a white man with the same height as An Feng, followed by a Chinese man, staring at An Feng with a bullish face, it was the arrogant man in the afternoon Chinese students. But when he saw the vicious Gu Li behind An Feng, he shrank his neck.

  The white man stood up and said, "Do you dare to race with me? The one who wins will take the opponent's car."

  An Feng squinted at the Lamborghini he was driving, and said with a sneer, "As for your car, if you sell second-hand cars, you can only buy four wheels from me. Are you insane?"

  The white man's face froze, and Gu Li laughed like no one else.

  The Chinese came forward, took out a transfer check from his pocket, and said proudly, "Did you see it? If you win, I'll give you another one million knives!"

   "Is this how you wasted your family's money?" An Feng asked him with a smile.

   "It's none of your business how I waste it, anyway, there are a lot of people in China who are willing to send money to my daddy!" The young man felt arrogant again when he said that.

   "What's your father's name?" An Feng asked.

   "Li—fuck you!" This guy was almost fooled, but the girl next to him pulled him, "Tony, he's trying to trick you!"

  Tony glared at An Feng, and said, "How about it? It's not your car, nor his car, but the same BMW, dare you hurry up!"

   "That's still my disadvantage, I never ran here." An Feng said.

   "Run for you! Run until you vomit!" Tony said generously.

   "Where's the car?" An Feng asked.

   "Over there!" Tony pointed to three BMW M3 sports cars lined up side by side, painted in black, white and blue, waiting quietly.

   "Then come." An Feng smiled slightly, and threw the key to Gu Li. I chose a white M3, got on the car and started it, and turned it around a few times. It felt good. Since I dared to choose a car for myself, it meant that I would not touch the car. I just need to turn on the machine brain mode. Run a few more times, the chance of winning is very high, since they want to die, how can I not cooperate?

  (end of this chapter)