Chapter 360

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"Shit, hit 911 with a bat, so Tracy can do it..."

"The world of the rich... We won't understand..."

"It's too luxurious... Two such good sports cars are scrapped..."

"People have money... They don't care about hundreds of thousands..."

"Every time Tracy does something incomprehensible... It means he makes another big move..."

"Oh? You seem to know him well?"

"Of course... I'm a senior banana. The leader never does business at a loss..."

"Look, here comes the reporter. Their noses are so sensitive..."

"Tut tut..... Look at tomorrow's newspaper. It's definitely big news again......"

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The crowd watched by twos and threes together make complaints about Tracey's intentions from the luxury of Tucao rich people. However, in this terrible car accident on the road, no one stood up and blamed Tracy like the messenger of justice.

After all, this is Los Angeles, a city of angels and demons. Its prosperity ranks first in the United States. At the same time, the crime rate is also high. Compared with homicide, QJ, robbery, theft and other malignant cases, a car accident is really nothing.

Moreover, this is obviously a farce of the rich. They burn their own dollars as paper without persecuting the safety of the people. Who will stand up and meddle in their own affairs.

Two luxury cars were scrapped at the same time, which made these melon eaters very excited. They had the capital and conversation to show off to their relatives and friends when they could witness such a hot scene.

Renault looked at the smashed ass of 911 and smiled with satisfaction. He jumped out of the car and walked slowly to lafero.

Rafaelo was really scared silly. He really felt that his life was threatened. Just now, he was next to his car. If not for his survival instinct, he might be under the car now.

"You... Don't... Come here." rafaelo shouted flustered when he saw Renault coming. He regretted that he had just refused the service of a security company the day before yesterday.

In particular, the United States is more dangerous than Italy. He should have thought of it long ago. Who says the law and order in Los Angeles is very good.

"My boss said......" Renault squatted down with a smile and patted rafaelo's face. "I want to compensate you for a new car. I think you don't need it anymore, so I helped you solve the problem."

Renault said, pointing to the miserable Porsche 911, then grinned at him and said, "now, can we talk about compensation?"

"I... i..."

"Don't cry and lose your face. You'll get a new car. You should be happy."

"Ha ha... Ha ha... I..." Rafael swallowed his saliva, pressed down his fear, and forced out a smile worse than crying.

Now he doesn't dare to listen to Renault. Who knows if this madman will drive into himself when he is not satisfied with his performance.

"That's right, boy. Come on, let's talk about what you need besides a new car."

"No... no... I was careless..."

"Yo, why? Still look down on me?" Renault's face changed slightly, and a hand grabbed his shoulder.

Rafaelo was shocked, his mouth trembled, and he couldn't say a complete word.

A large number of reporters had come, and the trailer Barker called behind them came slowly. There was a faint siren not far away.

I have to say that the police in Los Angeles responded very quickly. They got the news as soon as there was an accident here.

Annie saw that the reporter subconsciously leaned against Tracy and worried, "honey, will there be any trouble?"

"Don't worry, we won't have any trouble. Renault will deal with it." Tracy gave her a reassurance, called buck to her and explained.

"Take care of things here and go back to Malibu. By the way, don't let Renault stay at the police station too long. Get him out as soon as possible and contact my lawyer."

"OK, boss. You and miss Hathaway leave first. Bruce is waiting at the street over there." Buck said, pointing to the street more than 100 meters away, and then called some bodyguards to escort Tracy.

"OK." Tracy answered, looked up at Renault and said, "play, don't let Renault make things big. You send someone to watch the boy and check his bottom for me."

Now that you know the other party is a liar, there is no difficulty in dealing with him.

Now the initiative is in his hands. Whether he wants to pinch rafaelo flat or round depends on his mood.

"Tracy seems to be gone..."

"He went with Anne Hathaway..."

"Is the poor 911 owner after Anne Hathaway, so..."

"Hey, hey... Your guess may be right..."

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When a large number of reporters gathered around, Tracy and Anne quickly left the scene under the protection of three bodyguards. Bruce was already waiting here at the intersection.

There was a silver sports car parked beside Bruce, which was the son of the wind that Tracy mentioned at Pagani's flagship store today.

The c12s, the son of Pagani, has just been on display at the Paris auto show and has not been on sale yet. It can be said that this car is unique in the United States.

Pagani was founded in 1982 with a history of only more than 20 years. He is a newborn in the sports car manufacturing industry. Although its reputation can not be compared with that of the old manufacturers Ferrari, Porsche and Lamborghini, it is not inferior to them in manufacturing technology.

The cool and unique shape design, coupled with ultra-high performance, gives Pagani a place in the sports car industry.

"It's so beautiful, it's perfect." Annie saw that the car could not walk. She stroked the body and muttered, "the wind of the Andes" means the son of the wind. It is with this series that Pagani dared to compete with the old Ferrari and Porsche. "

"The entry-level of the son of the wind has at least 500 horsepower. This c12sgr is an enhanced version of the GR, with a horsepower of 600. It takes only 3 seconds to accelerate 100 meters. My God, it's like the wind."

Tracy smiled and hugged her shoulder and listened to her talk. Anne is worthy of being a sports car enthusiast and knows the son of the wind series. What she said was the same as what he heard in the flagship store.

"How's it going, my lady chariot God? Do you like it?"

"Yes, very much. It's great."

"Well... Let's run around..."

Tracy took out the key and shook it in front of her. Annie grabbed it and said excitedly, "let me show you how bad I am. I want you to understand how bad your driving skills are."

"As you wish, lady chariot," Tracy shrugged indifferently.

Annie opened the door, sat in the cab and started the car. Tracy sat in the co driver and tied up her seat belt.

Just as Anne was about to kick the accelerator out, she felt a cold in her chest. She looked down and saw that Tracy's dishonest big hand had opened the button of her coat.

"What are you doing? Let go." Anne blushed, bit her lower lip and stared at Tracy.

Tracy "hey hey" smiled, and his hand had stretched in. "I want to master the handbrake, so I can have a sense of security."

"I... um... Be light..." Annie wanted to say something. Suddenly she felt numb and said something. Her foot gently stepped on the accelerator, and the car roared and rushed into the street.