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What Bank and the Vampires did caused an unprecedented chain reaction.

This has caused great turmoil to the entire country and even the international situation.

However, Bank did not focus on this matter anymore. Instead, he gave full power to Marquis Dennis and the others. As for his attitude in handling this matter, he was to be tough and tough.

The current information that Bank has released to the top management is that he will submit this proposal in two years, so more bloodshed and sacrifice will not happen now.

After going through a boring period without fighting monsters for a long time, Bank began to feel at ease and integrate into life.

It’s just that Bank now finds that he is no longer as comfortable as before with a face that attracts people wherever he goes. Now he wants to have some low-level fun like before, such as frying fish with grenades and going to the Fire Bar. Striptease and other such things are difficult to achieve.

Because as soon as he appeared in public, the people who gathered around him to ask for autographs were sent to Luoyang Bridge to watch Mao's striptease, and they all went to him.

In fact, when this kind of life just started, it was a bit interesting, but after a long time, Bank also felt extremely bored.

Although Tony often throws parties, for Bank, sometimes he really doesn't have the pleasure of sneaking out by himself and having low-level fun.

Mount George in suburban New York.

As far as the eye can see, there are green mountains and green dragons. When night falls, there is almost no human habitation in this remote place. There are only winding mountain roads, winding away quietly under the moonlight. .

But the silence of Mount George did not spread to this place. At the turning point of a winding mountain road, there was a bustle.

At this moment, countless modified vehicles were roaring like beasts under the blazing white lights, and countless young men and women kept cheering under the waves of sound.

Their eyes were all fixed on the big screen in the small square at the moment, where a drag racing competition was being staged. With every drift and overtaking, there would be people in the square holding up their beers and cheering for their favorite driver, making the whole place confused. The square is now filled with the aroma of fermented grain.

"Morty, do you think the Batmobile will be back tonight?" A skinny young man asked a tall man with flowery arms next to him, holding a glass of beer.

"I guess so, Rick. What's going on now are just appetizers. The main event is over there. They are all waiting for the Batmobile to appear and prepare to challenge him." The big man with flowery arms rushed to the right side of the square and rubbed his hands. Mouth, said to Rick.

Rick looked over there with bright eyes, and saw seven or eight modified sports cars with exaggerated and unrestrained styles parked on the right side of the square. They seemed to be shining brightly in the moonlight, and were much brighter than the ones on the big screen. Competitive sports cars, at least in appearance, are obviously an order of magnitude higher.

Rick turned his head and said to Morty again: "I heard that no one has ever seen the owner of the Batmobile. Every time after winning, he would only give the drivers a taillight and never talk to others more. Say a word."

Morty looked at the sports car on the screen and yelled: "Fuck No. 8, I lost another hundred dollars today to eat shit, Quentin, you should go home and take care of your children. What kind of car are you racing?"

After scolding, Morty took an angrily sip of beer, and then looked at Rick's ignorant eyes. Morty still explained to him: "That car and its owner only appeared three times, but it has already become the George Mountain Arena. It's legendary. It's as fast as a black lightning, like a beam of starlight in the wilderness. People can only see its taillights from a distance. If it were in a straight-line race, I'm sure that car's The speed is no less than that of an ordinary F1 car."

"Even on the 108 turns of Mount George, every time it appears, it will show extraordinary dominance. It is simply a work of art. Under the control of the driver, it is like a furious black plate. It’s the same as glazed ceramics. It doesn’t matter if you know ceramics or not, you just need to know that it is more perfect than starlight.”

Rick nodded in understanding, and said, "But I'm asking about its driver. Do you know who he is?"

Morty helplessly brushed off this silly boy and said: "I know who he is and I can make a fortune tonight, but I only know its owner. He never cares about bonuses or fans. He just appears like a beast." In front of everyone, and then watching the other cars, running away like poor gazelles, swallowing them up one by one."

"The owner of it is a real race car driver. He only lives for racing. After winning the race, he will just give us a mocking flashing tail light. Damn it, but I love this bastard."

Rick nodded again with a hint of understanding. He pointed to the racing car over there and said, "But aren't they waiting for the crazy artwork?"

Morty looked at the modified sports cars parked there quietly, one by one heading towards the starting line, and said: "They are impatient. The Batmobile does not appear every day, it is just like Cupid, the god of love. "

"Cupid" Rick asked confused.

"It just happened." Morty patted his head and said angrily.

Beside the starting line, seven stylish supercars were already in place.

When each driver discussed today's bet and let the trader take the position of dealer and set the odds for each car, the simple traffic lights on the roadside began to flash and count down. The sound waves of the seven cars were like poison, inciting the excitement. The emotions of everyone present,

But most of the audience still has a pity attitude

"Isn't the angry ceramic coming today? I made a special trip to see him."

"Johnson and Michael made a special trip back to the country to guard him. It's a pity that they can't see the collision of the three beasts."

"No, in my eyes, only the raging Ceramic is a beast. All other racing cars are like small antelopes in front of it. Maybe they are fast, but they are not arrogant enough."

"Yes, that arrogant bastard never accepted our cheers and only gave us his dust to eat, but I was still conquered by him."

"Come back tomorrow. This time we must stop him and drink two beers with that bastard."

Along with the complaints from the audience and the countdown of the tail lights, the loudspeakers at the scene also blasted blasting music, and this group of young men and women began their new round of carnival.

"Om~~"

But just when the signal light was about to complete its countdown, a distinctive sound wave passed through the lush forests and shady curtains of Mount George and clearly reached everyone's ears.

The audience looked back excitedly. When they saw clearly that the winding mountain road in the distance was like a black lightning coming at a fast speed, everyone started to scream and cheer, holding their beers high.

I saw a Batmobile with an extremely exaggerated shape, roaring towards the square from the mountainside at high speed. Its rose-red car lights were as eye-catching as the eyes of a bat. Under the rapid speed, it brought up a spiritual snake. Like a red horse.

"Haha, man, you just said you were going to stop him to see you tonight."

"I had to stop him, take a picture with that asshole and his car, and have a beer."

"Wow~ look at his taillights, that's so cool, he's as fast as lightning."