marvel monster

Chapter 45 Hunting (Part )

In 1999, in the hot and dry Los Angeles, on the cracked asphalt road, a -year-old Asian boy sat on the hot curb. .shung

Holding a double-ball strawberry cone in his hand, the scorching sun and the heat rising from the road made people upset.

The boy watched the ice cream in his hand deform and melt little by little under the invisible flames. Pink and white merged, dripping onto the rough black asphalt painting board, forming an abstract oil painting.

He is meters tall, wearing loose ripped jeans, a white shirt with the face of Muhammad Ali printed on it, and a pair of bright eyes under a black peaked cap.

His skin is very white. Asians with such white and tender skin are not common in the hot and hot Los Angeles. The white and tender skin also makes the black tattoos on his arms more conspicuous.

There are two tattoos, one says death, which means death.

The other is n·y·c, which is an abbreviation meaning New York.

Under two slender willow eyebrows, Nagini has a pair of beautiful eyes. The facial features are very delicate, and combined with the fair skin, it gives people a feminine look.

Like most Asians, he is not strong and looks very thin overall, but don't underestimate the opponent's strength. His body is like a giant python, and his muscles contain incredible violent power!

Behind him is a Japanese-style bathhouse, decorated in Japanese style, with two clay sculpture girls in Japanese clothes standing at the door. The shining pink font on the sign seems to be foreshadowing something.

It seems that since the Asian financial crisis in 1997, there have been many similar bathhouses in Los Angeles. Nagini can't say what these bathhouses do exactly.

However, foreign monks like to chant sutras, so they went to find an American sister in her twenties near the deep water port to talk about life. It only cost fifty US dollars a time, and the minimum purchase at the Japanese bath shop behind her was one hundred US dollars.

"Oh!"

A gunshot rang out from the bathhouse behind them, and a commotion sounded behind the pink lights.

Nagini shook his head helplessly. He threw the cone away casually. The exquisite abstract painting on the ground became more and more abstract at the moment. No longer paying attention to his own work, Nagini walked towards the s car next to him. Blue Chevrolet.

Facing the gunshots from behind, he looked very calm, not at all like a sixteen-year-old high school student. While igniting the engine, Nagini turned on the car music.

I don’t know why, but in the face of such an emergency, Nagini’s calm expression gave people the impression of a veteran, or a habitual criminal?

The Destiny's Child played on the radio is an album of the same name released by this group last year. Beyoncé in 99 has a slightly immature voice, but how hot is her figure?

Naginitang smiled and tapped the steering wheel with his slender fingers in rhythm.

As time passed by, the engine maintained a speed of more than 3000, which caused great harm to the car. The collision between the gears and the engine oil caused the engine temperature to rise rapidly.

Halfway through the music, two embarrassed men rushed out of the pink bathhouse.

A white man and a black man, the two of them have several things in common.

One is tall and strong. They seem to have a good figure. They are obviously professionally trained. The other is that they have good looks, and if they say they are acting in Hollywood, some people will definitely believe them.

After the two got into the blue Chevrolet, they shouted in panic

"Don, come on, come on!"

"Tom, you idiot, didn't you say there are no guns in the bathhouse?"

"Damn, how do I know these neon people carry a gun with them? Don't they all carry samurai swords?"

"Shet!"

Nagini ignored these two idiots. As usual, he increased the speed of the car to 70 kilometers and went from zero to fourth gear in three seconds. This was almost the fastest speed this s Chevrolet could provide.

The previous warm-up made the engine roar like a beast, and the gasoline was ignited, bursting out with the power of a wild beast, and instilled it into this Chevrolet of the s.

"Boom!"

The car flew out with a whoosh like an arrow from its string, leaving behind seven or eight bare-chested neon men, holding long knives and shouting into the air.

But unfortunately, no one paid attention to these neon people.

The United States has a chain of contempt that is unique to America. White people are supreme and mixed-race people are ordinary. Black and yellow people are not welcomed by others. Although many white people like to come here to have fun, they will never care about what really happens. Instead, they will laugh at it. other side.

The engine of the blue Chevrolet roared loudly, and the dry streets of Los Angeles seemed to be on fire at this moment.

Looking at the group of neon people behind him who were roaring with incompetence and rage, white Tom said happily, "Don, you are still so good!"

The black man Jerry on the side also laughed happily at this moment, "Haha, you didn't see the expressions of those neon people, this is so interesting!"

The corners of Naginitang's mouth were slightly raised, but his expression was very calm. "How much money were robbed in total?"

There was a smile on Tom's face. He patted the bulging backpack in his hand, which was filled with banknotes. "One hundred thousand? Maybe ? Anyway, this is a lot of money. Don, you are right, Ni." The Rainbow People are a bunch of hamsters who like to hide their money instead of putting it in the bank. From today on, they will become a bunch of paupers!"

"Pauper, I like that word."

The black man Jerry was stunned for a moment, and a gloating smile appeared on his face.

"Who told me that when I went there last week, they actually asked me for two hundred dollars. Damn it, it only costs $180 on weekdays."

There was a burst of laughter in the car. Looking at the two people in the back seat, Nagini shook her head helplessly.

And Tom and Jerry in the back seat of the car?

The two people looked at each other and then smiled happily.

Half an hour later, the s Chevrolet pulled into an abandoned parking garage.

There are many similar parking garages in Los Angeles. They are unmanaged and unmonitored. There are very few people around here. This may be why the security in Los Angeles is getting worse and worse.

The three of them got out of the car, and Naginitang took out a gray dust cloth and a fan-modified camouflage device from the trunk.

Ten minutes later, the eighties Chevy was covered in dust, as if it had been parked here for four or five years.

After finishing all this, Nagini disassembled the electric fan and put it into the handbag that she had hidden before. Then she turned to look at Tom and Jerry, "Man, as a rule, give me the money first."

Tom and Jerry are from New York and come to Los Angeles to pursue their dreams of stardom.

But unfortunately, their dream of stardom failed.

There are many dreamers like them in Los Angeles.

Hollywood, that is where dreams begin and where dreams are broken.

Half a year ago, three people met in a bar affiliated with the Screen Actors Guild. Tom and Jerry, who were lost, met Nagini Tang, a photographer who had dreams of becoming a director.

Everyone drank some wine, and in the end, no one knew who was responsible. They completed the first robbery, and then it was like opening Pandora's box. The three began a crazy robbery plan that lasted for six months.

Their cooperation model is simple.

Local Nagini is responsible for the robbery plan, sentry and escape. Tom and Jerry are responsible for executing the robbery plan.

In order to avoid internal disputes and for the police to track them down based on clues, all the money robbed by the three people was managed uniformly starting from the first robbery plan six months ago.

The management method is very simple, three boxes, three random journeys, one person is responsible for one journey, and the other two are blindfolded and wait for the other party to hide the boxes.

The reason for this is simple.

Among the three, no one knew whose box contained the money, because they picked the box at random, and no one knew where the money was in the box, because the two people in the car were watching each other.

After this series of operations, the possibility of gangsters taking advantage of others has been greatly eliminated.

Similarly, in order to avoid accidents, every time the total amount of robbery reaches 10 US dollars, they will carry out a random money hiding plan.

Before the amount reached 10 US dollars, the money was temporarily placed in Naginitang's hands.

As for the goals of the three people?

It’s a robbery of 300 million!

Don't think that this number is small. In 1999, one million US dollars was not a small amount!

However, unlike in the past, Tom and Jerry today did not hand over the robbery money as usual. The two looked at Nagini with a somewhat weird and malicious expression.

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