Knock out from the path and enter the Fourth Ring Avenue.

The total length of the Fourth Avenue is more than 300 kilometers, but there are only a few villa buildings along the way, and the desertedness is a bit better than the three internal avenues.

However, the scenery on this road is quite good. You can take a walk around to see the vast grasslands, wilderness, and blue lake. The huge three areas are like a gambling plate, and different landscapes are like different numbers, interspersed in them, clearly distinguishing each other, but they are almost perfectly integrated.

But the guys who drive on this road usually don't come to see the scenery. If the curve is born to show technology, then this kind of track exists purely to experience the ultimate speed. For those guys who love speed, the world's first-class pleasure is to run on this ring road! Now, the single lap record of this road is an unknown Bugatti Veyron. Although this car has only appeared on this road once, it was that time, leaving a record that future generations cannot break until now. It is said that when the car gallops, it will leave a blue flame, just like the tail of nitrogen-accelerated flame in the game.

54:36:125

This string of numbers is also displayed at the starting point of the fourth Avenue competition for future generations to admire. It also inspires latecomers to continue to impact this terrible record.

But under the general trend of "not being able to get on the road without stepping on the accelerator to the end", Cao Nian was still driving steadily as always! Eighty miles, no more or less. Although there are guys like Zhang Yang who complain from time to time that "if you don't hurry up, you will be late", in fact, even if you drive slowly, it's still early.

They are now less than five kilometers away from the agreed place for the party.

"Did you think about what method we should use to make the show?" Zhang Yang straightened his collar and buttoned the top button of the white shirt. This is the basic preparation before attending the grand event.

Fang Heng closed the electronic device in his hand and actually answered Zhang Yang's question seriously: "Have you seen "The Godfather"?"

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If Zhang Yang is a dead house, then there is actually no difference between a guy like Fang Heng and him, because Fang Heng can be said to be a "technology house". I thought Fang Heng knew nothing except tinkering with test tubes and instruments, but who would have thought that this guy would be able to read the lines in the movie. Zhang Yang was stunned. You must know that in order to imitate Ma Long Brando's domineering aura, he memorized for a long time before remembering a few lines.

Just as Zhang Yang was stunned, the Hummer had reached its destination.

The gathering place was a forest, adjacent to Fourth Avenue and covered an area of ​​thousands of acres. Among them, the trees were mostly red and red poplars with green poles and red leaves. In this world that always ranged from spring to summer, these trees always looked fiery red. In addition to the red poplars with red as red as fire, there were also few locust trees and red maples scattered in the woods.

Under the illumination of the high-power LED projection light, a clearing in the woods is as bright as daytime, and the surrounding trees also take the opportunity to show their enchanting figures and gorgeous colors.

On the grass.

On the retro wooden table with white silk, there are crystal dining plates filled with food for guests to pick up. The brightly colored fruits also have water droplets hanging on them, the pastries smell like seafood, and now they are still under the silver lid.

In the center of the venue was a round table, with clear goblets stacked together like a pyramid. A waiter in a black dress held two bottles of Polkov champagne. He opened the two bottles of wine, raised his hand, and poured them down from the top. The yellow liquid flowed down the crystal wall of the glass, and finally filled all the wine glasses. The white dining tablecloth reflected a shining light like gold.

"Dear guests, welcome your arrival." A tall and thin young man in a black evening dress came over, with a white towel hanging on his arm, white gloves, and a rose gold firework on his chest.

The waiter bowed respectfully to everyone, calmly and unhumble: "Sebastian Mikalis is honored to serve you."

After hearing the waiter's name, Zhang Yang was shocked suddenly, then widened his eyes and looked at the man, muttering to himself, "It looks so much like it, but why does the character in the second dimension feel strange after it becomes the third dimension?"

Sebastian didn't care about Zhang Yang's rude gaze. He said to Cao Nian: "I wonder if you can show your invitation first?"

"Fang Heng." Cao Nian gestured to Fang Heng's eyes.

Fang Heng nodded and took out a black cowhide invitation from his suit pocket. He held the invitation in his hand but did not hand it to Sebastian: "If I guess well, you should be a t1000 model robot, right?"

Sebastian showed a waiter's signature smile: "You are right, dear guest, don't know what I should call you?"

After verifying his conjecture, Fang Heng handed the invitation to Sebastian: "So, are the waiters here t1000 models robots?"

Perhaps because he is a robot, Sebastian knew everything: "That's true, and their name is also Sebastian, we are all the housekeepers of Lord Charles."

Lord Charles? Isn’t it the terrifying guy who abused a team because of a disagreeable sentence? Information about the members of the Shura Squad flashed through Cao Nian and others’ minds.

In the venue, more than a dozen identical black-clothed waiters led the way for the team that had already arrived, serving them with all their hearts and utmost efforts. They were more thoughtful than the waiters in the highest-end hotels Cao Nian had ever seen, and they could even be said to be quite perfect. However, these gentle and gentle guys are all terrifying humanoid machines in the face of smiling faces!

Cao Nian has watched the movies in the "Terminator" series and knows that t1000 can turn himself into anyone and turn his body into a weapon for killing people!

"Charles, Sebastian - your master must like "The Black Deacon" very much, right? Is it a ouzu?" Zhang Yang asked quietly beside Sebastian. When he heard the name of the waiter, he could not wait to ask this question. Now he finally has a chance.

And this time, the waiter who knew everything was talking about actually looked at Zhang Yang in confusion and showed a "no advice" smile.

"Damn, look at your expression - I guessed it? Then I guess again, your owner must also like potato chips and coke. When he returns to his house, he must take snacks from the refrigerator. Haha, then turn on the computer and watch the latest drama!" Zhang Yang said on his own, "But although this kind of girl is cute, stupid, but she usually doesn't look good. Alas, snacks and drinks are the natural enemies of beautiful girls!"

"If you are talking nonsense like this, I'm afraid I can't guarantee your safety." Sebastian said with a smile.

"Although t1000 has the ability to think independently, as the owner, 'Shar' should be able to hear what we say at the terminal." Fang Heng's eyes swept over the dozen t1000 present, "So, Zhang Yang, every word you say now may be heard in people's ears, and every action may be seen in people's eyes."

Zhang Yang, who was so frightened by t1000 that he dared not speak, said with some fear: "Then - will that violent man be revenge for this? Will we be blocked at the door and be tyrannical?"

Cao Nian sighed and thought to himself, why is this guy so much trouble?

"You shut up now, maybe there is still a rescue!"

"Oh, okay, I'll shut up! Uh, by the way-Brother Cao, do you think I need to apologize?"

"Are you sick? Ask me what I'm doing?"

"I'm thinking about what is better. Do you think it's better to say 'sorry' directly, or 'Chan みまませんでした'? Since the other party is a dead house, I feel that it will be more friendly in Japanese!"

"roll!"

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There are many small wooden houses in the Hongxia Yang forest. They are made of wood made of Hongxia Yang. The structure is simple, with only a one-person-high door and a window that can be pushed open upwards. The house is extremely simple and cannot shelter from the wind or rain. You can even see mold and traces between the wood, and it is almost a dangerous house.

Few people come to see these houses, and there is even a trace of human beings. It seems that they grew from the ground. However, in these abandoned houses, there is a very lively room.

There are a lot of electronic equipment in the room, and the walls are hung with palm-sized monitors, like a bunch of grapes hanging on the poles, and there are a bunch of unreasonable lines on the ground, with several subsulators and plug-ins still shining red.

On the screen, men and women were leisurely walking at a party, some looked around, and some nodded at the monitor, as if talking to the people on the monitor.

"Zhang Yang! Zhang Yang! Zhang Yang! I remember you!" A girl with short black hair sat on the soft ball sofa, holding a large bag of potato chips in her arms, and a bottle of Coke was placed beside her. She looked at Zhang Yang who was silly speaking Japanese, and with an apology on her face, she bit the potato chips in her mouth, "It's too late to apologize now!"

"Hey! Charles, are you angry again?" A man's voice came from behind the girl, and the angry girl was swallowed up before she could taste the potato chips in her mouth.

A girl named "Shar" was stuck in her throat by a piece of potato chips. She quickly reached out to grab the Coke that was placed beside her, but she forgot that the Coke bottle was not covered, so a large bottle of Coke fell directly to the ground and slammed all over the floor.

Charles, who was almost crying because of the things in his throat, stood up from the sofa and suddenly saw a man walking from behind holding a goblet in his hand. He didn't think about it and snatched the quilt over and drank the water inside.

"Slow down, slow down - this wine is very high, be careful." The man reminded, while not forgetting to pat Shire gently on the back.

"Puff, it's wine! Vomit-"

"Of course it's wine. Tingseros said that this thing is still the first choice for the upper class in the United States. How about it? Is it delicious?"

"Ni Zoukai, let me vomit for a while."

"Oh, it seems that it's not so good - Hey, isn't this Cao Nian? When did they arrive?"

"Just just now."

"The captain asked me to treat them well. It seems that I can't be here to accompany you."

"Are you going to the venue?"

"Yes, do you want me to bring you something to eat?"

"I don't want it. Snacks and drinks are the natural enemies of beautiful girls!"

"Since it's a natural enemy, it must be eliminated even more!"

"Well... makes sense, then I want a plate of tiramisu!"

"Are you sure it's a plate, not one?"
Chapter completed!