Poor Slake, he was covered in dust when he was pulled from the ground, his hair was messy, as if he had been beaten up.

Outside the car window, Slake was escorted by a white police officer.

Smith looked away guiltily and stared at Slake with his light and was taken away by the white police officer.

When they left, Smith looked back at the studio staring across the street.

Fake Smith blocked her face, surrounded by bodyguards and crawled into the lengthening Lincoln, slowly leaving.

"Come on that daddy bastard!"

Smith's slang is called Rohard to start the car and keep up with Lincoln.

Fake Smith recognized his muscle car, so they drove a stolen car.

"But don't you think we're too close to that Lincoln's ass?" Smith cried strangely. "While I understand the excitement of a white boy when he sees a luxury car, it will ruin you if he hits it."

The option slowly appears directly below the screen

【He just said his butt, right?

【Stretch the distance and then hit it at a speed of five kilometers per second】

【Smith is right, maybe】

There is not much difference between options one and two, there is only one correct choice.

Cen Yingying undoubtedly chose option three. Transparent Bridge was a little hesitant, but finally decided to break up peacefully with Mu Su and get together with Cen Yingying.

0:4:5, Mu Su was betrayed!

The options fade away.

But it was a bit strange. After choosing, Rohard still did not slow down and set aside the distance - and maintained a connection with Lincoln's extension of the situation.

"Really? You really want to do this?"

Smith put down the seat and hid himself, looking like he met a nigger: "Man, you have to know that when we hide everything, that car is our property as well - no! He is yours!"

The pre-dividing of the spoils took effect, and Rohard slightly released the accelerator.

This is what "maybe".

They followed Fake Smith all the way, and night fell, street lights lighted up, and Lincoln finally arrived in front of a theater.

The red carpet, fans, reporters, Lincoln slowly stopped in front of the red carpet, screaming in a suit and ties, and the fake Smith with a gentle smile came out of the back seat and walked onto the red carpet.

squeak--

An old white sedan parked a little further away.

There are too many people here and there are police officers who maintain order, so they obviously cannot do anything here.

A giant poster was hung on the outer wall of the theater. Smith, wearing a white suit, held a pistol with a tech-sensual sense of pistol and hugged his chest with both hands.

"It's the promotion of "Man in White 3"..."

Smith looked at "another self" walking on the red carpet and waved to respond to the reporter, signing his fans, and slowly narrating with loneliness and inaccurate envy.

"I starred in the first one, and I still remember the ridiculous things I did at that time... I actually went to Las Vegas to attend a party discussing what would happen after encountering aliens, and there was also a self-proclaimed to be aliens.

People kidnapped, cows were taken away by aliens, and people who were drawn by aliens in their own wheat fields..."

Smith raised his head and soon realized that this was useless, so he turned his head to the car window.

"Suck... wu-wu-suck..."

Strangely, the whimpering sound of wind passing through the narrow gap suddenly came from around Smith.

Rohard turned his head.

Smith also looked shocked by the sound and turned his head to look.

It was difficult to see a black man's expression in the dim carriage except that he was smiling.

Smith shouted in an exaggerated tone: "What? Is your stomach yelling? Are you hungry?"

Rohard shook his head and raised his hand to turn on the headlights.

"Don't turn on the light!" Smith stopped Rohard, his face covered in chaos. "The fake minions are nearby, be careful that they see me. You must be hungry, I'll buy you some food."

Smith said contradictory words, as if afraid that Rohard would object, quickly got out of the car, wiped his eyes with his dirty sleeves, and walked towards the hot dog stall not far away.

This sudden emotional outbreak made the players silent, and the obsession with completing the task was dissipated, helping Smith recover his identity a little more.

Rohard's eyes followed Smith and watched him buy two hot dogs in front of the hot dog stall. When he returned, he was suddenly caught by a middle-aged white woman carrying a bag.

"Wow, lady, please don't be so close to a nigger. The bastard policeman of the same skin color as you will think I'm holding you hostage." Smith wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't break free.

"Mr. Smith! Mr. Smith, my son is your loyal fan. He has watched every single you sing in every movie you act and sing over a dozen times! He really likes that you can give him an autograph?"

The white woman excitedly lifted her shoulder bag and found the notepad and Bisse to Smith.

"Oh God I'm so lucky. I came after work but they said you've already entered and didn't expect to see you here..."

"...You are so lucky...I mean it's my honor." Smith coughed a few times, changed his street tone, thought about how to write his signature, finished it unfamiliarly, and returned the notebook to her.

"Please say hello to your child on my behalf. Oh, and this pen."

"Thank you so much, I will definitely tell Tony about this..." The white woman grabbed Smith's hand and shook it, letting go home to tell her child what happened today.

"Wait." Smith suddenly called her, rubbed her fingers and hinted: "You don't want to get a big star's signature for free without giving anything, right?"

The white woman seemed stunned and asked for a long time, "How much do you want..."

"10…50 US dollars." Smith quickly changed his words.

The price of a group photo is $10, but that is fake. This is true, although it is a signature, it is definitely worth $50.

"Okay..." The mother searched for a shoulder bag, but the coins included were less than $34.

"I didn't bring that much money..." said the white woman in embarrassment.

"What is that?" Smith pointed to the thing in his bag that was shining under the street lights.

"Uh... I bought the chocolate for Tony."

White female takes out chocolate and says.

"Plus this." Smith reached out and snatched it, including the banknotes and coins that were less than $34.

"Oh... OK." The white woman nodded in a daze and turned around and left.

Smith, who had two hot dogs in his left hand and a handful of change and chocolate in his right hand, came back proudly.

At this time, the players were thinking: It’s nothing wrong to let that fake continue to be fake.

Bang—

The car swayed slightly, and Smith, who was sitting in the passenger seat, brought it to the door with his little finger.

Feeling Rohard looking at him, Smith shouted, "Hey, don't look at me like this! I have to prepare for this failure, you can't starve me to death! And this account will only be counted on that fake guy."

It felt a bit pessimistic to say this, Rohard added.

"Of course, this is the closest we have to succeed, I believe you guy."

Smith stretched out his fist towards Rohard.
Chapter completed!