Vasily also doesn't want to be embarrassed.

But when he goes back, he usually takes his younger brother Boris' car, and what's so troublesome is that he hasn't reached the finish line yet.

Was he arrested like this? Waiting for the lawyer to bail him out?

"Vasily, it's too late, get in the car!"

At this moment, a sound of nature sounded in Vasily's ears.

Turning around, he saw that when Charlotte had already entered the cab and started the engine and waved at him!

"Bang~bang~~"

Vasily got into the co-pilot of the Fox.

"Paul! Are you confident to get rid of these damn policemen?"

"Just kidding, do you think they can catch up with me?"

In response to Vasily's questions, Charlotte asked directly.

What is this, this is the confidence of top racers.

Charlotte's words calmed Vasily's nervous mood, but before he could wait for three seconds, Charlotte started and almost threw him out of the car window with a sudden brake.

"Don't forget to wear a seat belt!"

"profound!"

Vasily felt as if he had suddenly gotten on a pirate ship.

He held the car door with one hand and touched the seat belt with a trembling hand.

"Click~~"

After several times of confrontation, Vasily finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But just as Charlotte finished turning and was about to escape, Vasily glanced out of the car window.

It would be fine if he didn't watch it, but it was a scene that made him feel shattered.

A policeman from the police car raised an electric trapeze gun from the trunk of the police car, pointing directly at Charlotte.

There is no way, who makes his car look the most slutty?

"Paul, there is an electric catcher!"

"knew!"

Charlotte was not panicked when he heard Vasily's warning.

The electric trapper's projectile gun is specialized in treating illegal racing, and uses high voltage electricity to short-circuit the car's lines instantly.

Charlotte used it before, but luck made people feel good. At this moment, he played the role of mouse.

But for a real racer, what is an electric catcher? As long as you are not hit by a projectile gun tip, isn't it enough?

The patrolman carried a gun on his shoulder, knelt on one knee and had already pulled away, as if he was about to pull the trigger in the next second and bring Charlotte to justice.

"Squeak~~"

The tires and the ground were violently rubbed, and the body began to shake again.

"Bang~~"

The next second, the electromagnetic gun head shot out and stabbed the right door of the Focus, but at this moment, Charlotte opened the snakeskin movement mode.

The car body swung rapidly, missing the gun tip with a slight distance, which directly made the attack empty.

Sorry, brother, for the name of Paul, my southern terminal car god, to successfully invade the criminal organization, and to prevent the line of my beloved car from being ruined by short circuits, you can go back and explain to your parents!

“Buzz~~”

With the throttle step on, the ghostly Fox disappeared from the street corner.

"Paul who really has you is so awesome!"

Looking at the Boston policeman who was thrown away, Vasily said excitedly.

For Vasily, who loves racing but does not have any racing talent, a person like Charlotte deserves his admiration, especially after tonight's ups and downs.

"It's okay. As long as the West District Police Department does not dispatch motorcycle mounts, these patrol police cars are not a problem."

Charlotte said confidently that it is difficult for a police car to chase a racing car, but if he is dispatched, he will probably have to surrender.

After all, he is a mount policeman in his old career. The speed of motorcycles is soaring faster than these modified cars in minutes, and only real supercars can compete with one.

"No, Paul, you are too modest. I will definitely invite you to have a good drink tonight. All the consumption is mine."

As a purebred fighting nation, Vasily is very hospitable, especially those who recognize themselves.

"Then it's better to obey your duty than respect."

Charlotte said with a smile, it seemed that it was definitely a wise choice to pull Vasily before escaping, and then he immediately pulled in the distance between him and the Vasily brothers.

If this is the case, the brothers from the West District Branch gave him a perfect assist?

As for John's words, Charlotte believes that escaping the police with his skills is not a problem.

If it doesn't work, Charlotte can protect him tomorrow. Isn't it just that he should be bothered by his brothers!

God TM is in a position to bother. If John knows Charlotte’s idea, his car changer will take back all the discounts for Charlotte, and he doesn’t know at this moment.

After getting the money he won, John returned to his car. When he saw that the situation was not good, he was the boy.

On this side, Charlotte turned to Russia City southwest of Boston under Vasily's guidance.

This is where Russians live in Boston, where you can buy the best vodka and eat the most authentic Russian cuisine.

“So this is a restaurant?”

He pulled the car aside and asked at the sign Charlotte, "Didn't he agree to have a drink?"

"This is not just a restaurant, come with me!"

Vasily said while showing an expression that even a man understood.

But Charlotte was a little confused.

What else can it be if it is not a hotel?

After all, he is still too young. Charlotte may be very good at cars and cold machinery, but he doesn't understand these things very well.

Of course, it was not until I walked through the dining area in front of the hotel and came to Charlotte at the back that I knew where I was.

A clearance?

No!

Seeing the Russian beauty Charlotte coming and going, she denied her guess.

Maybe this is a meaty one.

Still the kind that works hard!

"Hey, Vasily, my good brother."

A middle-aged Russian walked towards Charlotte and the others, obviously knowing Vasily.

"Slavi, it's been a long time since I saw you. This is Paul, my good friend."

Vasily stepped forward and hugged the middle-aged man directly with a Russian bear, and then introduced Charlotte to him.

"Hello Paulo, my name is Slavi, and I am the boss here. Since you are a friend of Vasily, you are naturally a friend of Slavi. If you hold this card, you will be given a 50% discount when you come to our hotel in the future."

This Slavi was obviously a good person. Seeing that Vasily had an unusual attitude towards Charlotte, he took out a black and golden VIP card and handed it to him.

"That's really great, Slavi, and your decoration here is very good."

Charlotte smiled and took the card representing identity and status, but he was curious whether the discount for this card was 50% off when eating outside or 50% off when drinking in the back bar, or other hidden projects?

"The decoration is all the way to go. The best thing here is these girls, Russian girls. Today's consumption is all for me, so you must drink it and have fun!"

Sure enough, this is an old pimp, and here is a Russian high-end prostitute (anti-addiction) house hidden in a hotel.

Pornography, gambling, drugs and drugs are not separated. Vasily and this pimp have such a good relationship, so there must be problems. I just don’t know if this problem is serious or not.

Charlotte felt much smoother as he felt that he had caught a big fish.

Facts have proved that only by taking the initiative can you get the greatest profit. I have to say that there is so much knowledge to be a police detective!
Chapter completed!