No Idlers in California!
He listened to the contents of the walkie-talkie.
David Huang fell into deep thought. The Fourth Street was very close to him.
No more than two kilometers.
According to the rules of the police, the police cars in close proximity must go over to provide support after hearing the call for help.
This distance was within five kilometers!
If they did not provide support within five kilometers, they would be punished later!
But now, they were waiting for the people from the headquarters to come and investigate the scene.
"F * ck, I can't lose this opportunity. As far as I know, the car thieves in Los Angeles are 100% black criminals. I can't lose this great opportunity to kill the Black Ghost!”
According to his impression and his many years of experience in GTA, the car thief was very likely to be an insider.
Of course, that was the truth.
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David Huang immediately made a decision and said to Old Focker,""Old Focker, you stay here and wait for the headquarters to investigate.”
Old Focker was stunned. This kind of pursuit was something that partners had to do together…
And he was going to chase after them alone?
"No, it's too dangerous! A pursuit is different from an ordinary capture. It requires at least several times the number of enemy vehicles to complete."
Old Focker said immediately. After spending an hour with him, he was already full of recognition for this young newcomer.
"Don't worry, he's just a car thief."
David Huang laughed coldly and reloaded his magazine! Make sure the bullets are loaded.
He directly boarded the Dodge police car!
Boom!
The Dodge police car roared!
At this moment!
Ding!
A system notification appeared! Random mission discovered!
Catch up to the enemy and capture or kill the car thief!
Mission completion rate and performance will determine your final random mission score and your reward!
At the same time,
When David Huang got his hands on the Dodge police car, he realized that there was an additional beginner driving skill in his skill bar.
Driving skills were something he already knew, but it was only at the beginner level, which meant that he had been driving for two to three years.
Without hesitation, he said,
He immediately added the three skill points he had just obtained to this beginner driving skill.
From beginner to intermediate, to advanced, and then to elite.
All of a sudden, he became an elite veteran.
Elite level was equivalent to the level of an elite racer.
At this moment, a stream of consciousness flowed into his mind. At the same time, the neurons in his mind established a conditioned reflex connection. The entire driving skill, technique, knowledge, operation, muscle memory, all merged into his mind and body.
The Dodge police car that he was not familiar with became extremely clear.
It was as if the car had become one with him. He could clearly sense the location of the car's blind spot.
Boom!
Stepping on the accelerator, the powerful Dodge tank rushed out like an arrow leaving the bow.
Then, with a graceful drift, the car's tires rubbed against the ground, leaving a long arc of black lines. At an unimaginable speed, it directly entered the viaduct!!
They were chasing after the Fourth Street!
"F * ck!"
"This is too exciting."
Old Focker looked at this scene.
"Is this a fucking family hero? Speed and passion?"
"I've been a police officer my whole life, and today I feel like I'm filming a movie."
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At this moment!
On Fourth Street in downtown Los Angeles,
A modified Porsche 911 was spewing oil and gas as it sped forward crazily!
The car's performance was unparalleled. The 911 itself was the king of the track. After a crazy amount of expensive modifications, its performance was even more explosive.
Yingjiang's 911 was different from the 911 that was driven by mistresses in China. In China, this was a toy for the rich, a symbol of the rich. In many people's eyes, this car was just for show, giving people the feeling that it was rich but docile.
But in fact, the 911 was indeed the king of the race track.
The roaring engine brought about an unparalleled propulsion force, and it shot up the Fourth Street like a rocket!
The car's trajectory was also very beautiful. Among the endless traffic on Fourth Avenue, it rarely slowed down and moved left and right along the way. Every time it passed by other cars, it was extremely dangerous, but it was not dangerous. One could see the driver's powerful skills.
As for the two police cars chasing after them, they were left far behind.
"Hahahaha!"
In the driver's seat of the Porsche 911, a fugitive was holding the steering wheel and laughing excitedly!
"F * ck!"
"It's exciting!"
"This car is f * cking exciting!"
"Rich people really know how to modify. It's a pity that I'm giving it to them as a collector's item. This car should belong to me, Franklin!”One of them was called Franklin, who was known as Little Fu in the underworld.
Richie was quite famous in the illegal car industry. He often had many high-performance branded cars on hand. Of course, most of them were stolen by him.
He was from the unsightly state of California.
He was a civilian race track racer back then. After a car accident, he retired and focused on stealing cars.
Franklin had come to Los Angeles to steal the car personally because he knew that a wealthy man in Los Angeles had treasured this 911 that had been off the Milan Raceway back then. It was priceless, so he had come to steal it personally.
The plan was foolproof, but he didn't expect the rich man to have the most advanced alarm system installed in his house. The Los Angeles police department knew as soon as he stole the car.
However,
Little Fu was confident that he could escape from Los Angeles!
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"As long as I have a car, I can get away from those stupid cops.”
"When I return to my hometown of California, the people in my hometown who don't raise idle people will definitely see me as a hero!”
"My story will spread to every community!”
"When the time comes, those white left-wing women and saintly women will worship me. Hahahaha!”
Franklin fell into a blissful fantasy.
Imagine him wearing a big gold chain, wearing a knee-length T-shirt, wearing an AJ, and driving a sports car. Who could resist such temptation?
He raised his middle finger at the police car that he had shaken off!
The two police cars chasing after him were helpless. After all, the police did not have the driving skills of a racer like Little Fu.
However!
At this moment!
Bang!
A violent crash came from behind the car!
The strong impact almost caused Franklin's head to crash into the steering wheel. This Porsche 911 was a modified version without airbags!
"F * ck!"
"Who is it?"
" Who the f * ck is it?!"
" How dare you hit your grandfather's car!?"
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