Chapter 609： Must pay the price

There is a speed limit of 50 miles per hour on this section. Ryan estimated from visual observations that the speed of the Lexus may exceed 80 miles per hour, and it continued to rush under the chase of the police car, either relying on it or driving drunk.

"Make way for that car." Ryan said to John in the front row.

The bodyguard on the co-pilot immediately notified the bodyguard car behind, such crazy speeding, if there is a collision, it is very likely that the car will be destroyed.

The convoy immediately drove into the right side of the road and gave way to the fast lane. This kind of police catching speeding and drunk driving scenes are performed in Los Angeles almost every day, and they don't need to get in.

After just ten seconds, the Lexus approached the convoy. Under the flashing warning lights, when Ryan looked back, he saw that the Lexus was not only extremely fast, but also the driving route was skewed. I'm afraid The driver drank a lot of alcohol.

"Be careful!"

Ryan yelled, and the first reaction was to hold Nicole tightly in his arms.

That Lexus was like a drunk who was drunk, swaying and passing by the bodyguard car behind, and instantly overtook the black Rolls-Royce, surpassing it dangerously and dangerously.

During this process, Ryan clearly felt the violent shaking of the car body, and faintly heard the sore rubbing sound. Without looking, he knew that the two cars must have been slightly scratched.

"!"

He exploded with an extremely rare **** and immediately looked at Nicole.

Nicole shook his head and signaled that it was okay, but her pale face looked paler, and her breathing was a little bit quicker.

"He's **** it!" Ryan cursed in a low but gloomy voice.

Although this black Rolls-Royce is strong and heavy enough, but the opponent is so fast, if it really hits it firmly, what will happen?

The anger rose almost instantly, and the Lexus threatened more than his safety. And Nicole, he swore that he would not let anyone hurt them!

"I'm fine!"

Probably sensing the change in Ryan's mood, Ni could shook his hand vigorously.

Nodded, Ryan lowered the baffle and looked to the front. Perhaps it was affected by the scratching just now. Lexus's speed was obviously slower. In this short half-minute, the police car was following behind. Quickly caught up. The speeding car was stopped by the side of the road.

"James, go over!" Ryan said coldly.

John in the co-pilot notified the front and rear cars, and the driver reduced the speed. Rolls-Royce turned to the buffer zone and stopped more than 20 feet away from the two cars in front.

It was not out of Burbank here. The Lexus was stopped near the entrance of a large supermarket. After Ryan got out of the car, he first glanced at his car and saw only the door on the outside. There was a small trace left after the scratch, which was very close to where Nicole was sitting. If it were a collision, the consequences would be disastrous.

The two bodyguard cars stopped long ago. Several bodyguards surrounded Ryan and Nicole for fear of any accident.

"Damn it!" Nicole's face was also covered with anger after seeing the car's scars.

"John, call attorney Wilson Jr."

The wind blowing at night is a bit cool. Ryan opened the car door, took out Nicole's coat, and put it on her back. He said to another bodyguard, "Look at who it is, and negotiate with the police. We are the victims."

It is not a smart choice for a group of people to surround the police on duty.

Therefore, a bodyguard walked towards the two cars in front, exchanged a few words loudly with one of the two policemen, walked back, and whispered a few words to Ryan.

Ryan couldn't help frowning, and walked toward the patrol police car. One of the middle-aged white police officers, who should be the sheriff, greeted him with strides.

"Hello, Mr. Jenkins."

"Hello there."

Holding a squeeze in his hand, Ryan nodded to him, then looked at the familiar face in front of the police car who was being questioned by another police officer, and said, "My lawyer is coming over, and..."

He pointed to John, "This is my assistant. He has witnessed what happened."

Ryan stopped talking and handed the incident to John to deal with.

Carrying a coat, Nicole chased from behind, and while handing it over, she also looked at the driver who was questioning by the police and frowned.

"Why is he?" She obviously knew each other.

With Nicole’s assistance and putting on his coat, Ryan’s eyes looking at the police car were very gloomy. Although it was early in the morning, he could naturally recognize the drunk man under the bright street lights and flashing police lights. Hollywood superstar.

I don't know how much alcohol the other party has drunk, and he can smell the obvious smell of alcohol at such a distance.

Is it because there is too much pressure recently? Was criticized by public opinion too violently? Can only use wine to sorrow?

Just this afternoon, I was still thinking about the movies the other party had made and the situations that were related to my own ass. Unexpectedly, he couldn't wait to come to the door at night, almost threatening the lives of himself and Nicole.

"My life is over!"

Suddenly, Mel Gibson from the police car shouted excitedly, "Did you know? The entire Burbank is my site? I can spend money to easily level you policemen!"

The drunken Hollywood superstar was obviously overly emotional. The police officer opened the door of the patrol car and wanted him to get in, but Mel Gibson refused to obey, shouting something, and running towards his Lexus, the police officer immediately After chasing him, he subdued the tough guy on the screen in a few strokes, handcuffed him, and pushed him to the patrol car.

The police officer seemed to be a little jealous of him, and said as he walked, "Mr. Gibson, I hope you can cooperate. Your behavior has endangered the safety of others."

"The safety of others?" Mel Gibson's words were full of disdain, and he spit out drunken language, "I have money! I have enough money to settle this matter! Do you know how much money I made? Who is the other person? Where? Isn’t it a question of money..."

With that said, he looked at John who was talking with another police officer, and felt that he was a bit familiar. He shook his head vigorously, feeling that the bewildered brain stimulated by alcohol was a little more awake and excited.

"Isn't it the money issue?" He shouted again after being pushed by the police.

The unpleasant alcohol and these rude words all floated over and fell in the ears of Ryan and Nicole. Nicole's face became more and more ugly...

Ryan patted her arm, and while Mel Gibson was still yelling ‘money and turf’, he strode past and stopped by the street light about five feet away from the patrol car.

"Mr. Gibson." Ryan shook his finger at the bodyguard who followed, and only said one sentence, "Do you think I am short of money?"

There were not many words, and the voice was not as loud as the other party, but it was exceptionally clear.

After saying this, Ryan turned around and left, not too lazy to look at each other.

"Ryan Jenkins?"

Mel Gibson's slightly surprised voice came from behind, and then the drunken hunk used a louder voice, "You are the **** Jew! The Jews should be responsible for all the wars in the world..."

Ryan stopped, turned his head slowly, and stared coldly at the drunken Mel Gibson, his soft eyes as sharp as a knife.

"All those with Jewish ancestry are a bunch of craps!" The Australian movie star seemed to have suffered from this period of time, all through the spirit of alcohol, "If the Jews disappear, there will be no war in this world!"

After speaking, he asked the policeman behind him, "Are you a Jew?"

After the other party shook his head, he turned to Ryan's side, "The Jews will regret everything they did to me..."

The puckering sound of high heels fell from behind, and Ryan quickly reached out and grabbed Nicole, who was almost in a violent state. The Australian girl was pale with anger, and her pale blue eyes were full of cold ice.

Firmly squeezing Nicole's hand, Ryan nodded to Mel Gibson who walked to the side of the patrol car, "Very well, I will remember what you said. I hope you can remember what you said tomorrow."

The two police officers looked at Ryan, and they glanced at each other, knowing that tonight's affairs were in trouble, which would inevitably cause an uproar.

Mel Gibson even made racially discriminatory remarks against Ryan, and if things go out, he will definitely be finished.

Even if they are not insiders in Hollywood, these two police officers understand this. Maybe being drunk is an excuse?

However, neither of them were stupid, they looked at each other with tacit understanding, and made the decision to deal with it as openly and fairly as possible, and try not to get involved in it.

"This matter involves my reputation and personal safety." Ryan remained calm The impulse is of no benefit, "I will follow you to the police station."

He turned his head to look at Nicole again, and whispered, "Honey, go back first, I don't think there should be a way to rest tonight."

"No." Nicole shook her head resolutely, clasping his hands tightly, "I'll be with you."

"Ok."

Ryan looked at the bodyguard behind him again, and the other party made an'ok' gesture.

Just as Mel Gibson said the first few sentences with racially discriminatory words, the bodyguard activated his portable recorder. They were all old people around Ryan and knew what to do when.

Sitting on the Rolls-Royce, which had been scraped off a little, the car followed the patrol car and drove slowly towards the police station in Burbank. While on the road, John notified Lawyer Wilson Jr. The police met, and then made successive calls to the TV station and the Los Angeles Times.

There are some things you can think about in private, but if you say it publicly, you have to pay the price! (To be continued...) ()