Chapter 45 Hunting (Part 1)

In 1999, in hot Los Angeles, a cracked asphalt road, a sixteen-year-old Asian teenager sat on a hot curb.

Holding a double-ball strawberry cone in my hand, the hot sun, the heat rising on the road was upset.

The boy looked at the ice cream in his hand, and transformed and melted 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 1.78 meters tall, loose ripped jeans, a white shirt with a picture of boxing champion Ali, and a pair of bright eyes under the black baseball cap.

The skin is very white, and it is not common for Asians who have this kind of white and tender skin in the hot Los Angeles. The white and tender skin also makes the black tattoo on his arms more conspicuous.

There are two tattoos, one with 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. Her facial features are very delicate, and combined with her fair skin, it gives people a feminine femininity.

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

Behind me is a Japanese bathing shop with Japanese style decoration. At the door are two clay girls wearing Japanese clothes. The pink fonts shining on the sign seem to indicate something.

It seems that since the Asian Economic and Economic Crisis in 1997, there have been many similar bath shops in Los Angeles. It is hard to say what these bath shops do.

However, foreign monks are good at chanting scriptures. They go to the near Shenshui Port to find an American sister in her twenties to talk about their life. They only cost fifty dollars at one time, and the minimum consumption of this Japanese bathing shop behind them is 100 dollars.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out from the bath shop behind him, and a riot sounded behind the pink lights.

Nagini shook his head helplessly, and he threw away the cone. The exquisite abstract painting on the ground became increasingly abstract at this moment. He ignored his works. Nagini walked towards the blue 1980s Chevrolet next to him.

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

For some reason, when facing such emergencies, Nagini's calm expression gives people the feeling of a veteran or a habitual offender?

The True Destiny Girl played on the radio was an album of the same name by this group last year. Beyoncé from 1999 has a slightly immature voice, but her figure is hot?

Nagini Tang smiled, his slender fingers, accompanied by rhythm, tapped the steering wheel.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the engine maintained a speed of more than 3,000, which was very harmful to the car. The collision of gears and oil caused the engine temperature to rise rapidly.

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

One white man, the other one black man, the two of them have several things in common.

One is tall and strong, their figure seems to be very good, obviously they are professionally trained stubborn people. The other is that they have good looks and say they are acting in Hollywood, so people definitely believe it.

After getting into the blue Chevrolet, the two shouted in panic:

"Tang, hurry up, hurry up!"

"Tom, you fool, didn't you say there was no gun in the bath shop?"

"Damn it, how did I know that these Neon people would carry guns with them? Don't they all carry samurai swords?"

"Shet!"

Nagini ignored these two fools. He raised his car to 70km in three seconds, from zero to fourth gear, which was almost the fastest rev this 1980s Chevrolet could provide.

The previous preheating made the engine roar like a beast, gasoline was ignited, and the power of the prehistoric beast was instilled into this 1980s Chevrolet.

"Boom!"

The car flew out like an arrow, leaving seven or eight naked neon men shouting at the air with long swords.

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

America has a chain of contempt that belongs to America. Whites are supreme and mixed races are common, and blacks and yellow people are not popular. Although many whites like to come here for fun, they will never care about what really happens, but will laugh at each other.

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

Looking at the group of neon people behind him who were incompetent and furious, the white man Tom said happily: "Don, you are still so outstanding!"

Jerry, the black man next to him, also laughed happily at this moment: "Haha, you didn't see the expressions of those neon people, this is simply too interesting!"

Naginiton's mouth curled up slightly, but his expression was very calm: "How much did you grab a total of?"

There was a smile on Tom's face, and he patted the bulging backpack in his hand, which was filled with banknotes: "Hundred thousand? Maybe there's fifteen thousand? Anyway, this is a lot of money, Don, you're right, Neon people are a group of hamsters, they like to hide their money instead of putting it in the bank. From today on, they will become a bunch of paupers!"

"Public, I like this word."

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

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

There were bursts of laughter in the car. Looking at the two people in the back seat, Nagini shook his head helplessly.

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

The two looked at each other and then smiled happier.

Half an hour later, the 1980s Chevrolet drove into an abandoned parking garage.

There are many similar parking garages in Los Angeles, where no one manages or monitors, and few people come here around. This may be the reason why the security in Los Angeles is getting worse and worse.

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

Ten minutes later, this 80s Chevrolet was covered in dust, as if it had been parked here for four or five years.

After all this, Nagini took off the electric fan and put it in his handbag he had hidden before, then turned his head to look at Tom and Jerry: "Man, the old rules, give me the money first."

Tom and Jerry are from New York and come to Los Angeles for their star dream.

But unfortunately, their star dream failed.

There are many dream chasers like them in Los Angeles.

Hollywood, that is where the dream begins and where the dream is broken.

Half a year ago, three people met at a bar under the Actors Union. Tom and Jerry, who were in a daze, met Nagini Don, a photographer with dreams and a director.

Everyone drank some wine, but in the end they didn't know who started. They completed the first robbery, and then it seemed as if they opened Pandora's magic box, and the three of them started a crazy robbery plan for half a year.

Their cooperation model is simple.

Local Nagini is responsible for the robbery plan, keeping watch and running away. Tom and Jerry are responsible for the robbery plan.

In order to avoid internal disputes and the police found them based on clues, starting from the first robbery plan half a year ago, all the money robbed by the three people was managed uniformly.

The management method is very simple, with three boxes and three random distances, one person is responsible for one distance, and the other two blindfolded their eyes and waited for the other party to hide the box.

The reason for this is simple.

None of the three knew whose box was rich, because they immediately selected the box, and no one knew where the money was in the box, because the two people in the car monitored each other.

After this series of operations, the possibility of black beings eating black beings has been greatly eliminated.

Similarly, to avoid accidents, whenever the total amount of robbery reaches US$100,000, they will conduct a random money-hiding plan.

Before the amount reached 100,000 US dollars, the money was temporarily placed in Naginitang's hands.

As for the three people’s goals?

It was a robbery of 3 million!

Don’t think that this number is very small. In 1999, a million US dollars a day was not a small amount!
Chapter completed!