When talking about the United States, one must mention the American car culture.
As one of the most economically developed and powerful countries in the world, although the United States lacked cultural heritage, it also gave birth to many new cultures that other countries did not have.
One of the most famous was the car culture.
Because of the war dividend, after the end of World War I and World War II, the economy of the United States was unprecedentedly developed, and mass production reduced the cost of cars to a level that everyone could accept.
Under the scouring of the times, the area of roads in the United States also reached its peak during that period, thus giving birth to a new culture – the car culture!
In the United States, you can live without a house or a job, but you can't live without a car.
Also because of the car culture, the United States car racing industry has maintained a vigorous vitality. This is also why the world has cars, but the Transformers were invented by the United States.
And the professional modified car competition was a product of the times.
Hunter, the underground racing god from New York, was wearing a red hat, holding a beer in his hand, watching the exciting competition under the scorching sun with the people around him.
At this moment, he was not the racing god on the streets of New York. He was like everyone around him, enjoying the joy of being a spectator.
"Ring ring ring!"
The phone rang, and Hunter's eyes flashed with irritation.
Work was work, and rest was rest. Hunter didn't like to be called when he was resting.
Especially when he was watching the exciting modified car competition.
But after seeing the phone number, Hunter was scared.
He had no choice. Wilson was not only his boss, but he was also a ruthless bastard.
If you offend the boss, at most you will be kicked out.
If you offend Wilson, how many bodies will be buried in the Los Angeles Deepwater Port?
Don't you have any idea?
"Hey boss, you looking for me?"
"Hunter, you are in the professional modified car competition?"
"Yes, boss, don't tell me you are also coming. I remember you are not interested in this kind of thing."
"Do you remember Owen, the one who competed with you last time?"
"Of course, that guy is good. Boss, what's wrong?"
"Although I don't know what happened, you seem to want to stop him from continuing the competition.
Let me give you a suggestion, he has no time to sign up like you. "
"Understood, boss, I will take care of this matter.
Damned America, damned underhanded manipulation. I will make Owen understand that it is not advisable for him to do this. "
Wilson hung up the phone with satisfaction. Although Hunter was talkative, there was no problem with his ability.
After hanging up the phone, Hunter smiled happily. Although Wilson didn't tell him what had happened, he didn't care. He only knew two things:
Firstly, he and Owen had both missed the registration, but he had been rejected while Owen had participated in the competition. This made him very unhappy.
Secondly, although Owen was also one of the boss' men and had even helped the boss win, he was still the boss' man.
However, this order was also given by the boss himself, so his following actions would not be reprimanded by the boss.
This was human nature. People could become friends because of the same thing, but they could also become enemies because of the same thing. If not for Wilson's phone call, Hunter would not have cared about this matter. But with Wilson's phone call, Hunter would not have cared.
Unfortunately, this was the boss's order.
Hunter thought gloatingly.
And this was also where Wilson was smart. He did not tell Hunter that what he was going to do next might be to save Owen. Wilson knew very well that evil could stimulate people's initiative more than good.
If a person wanted to help others, the most common way was to take action.
If a person wanted to hurt others, he would think deeply and then act cooperatively.
This was the two completely different attitudes of human beings towards good and evil.
Just as Wilson thought, after hanging up the phone, Hunter happily found the organizer of the professional modified car competition.
The organizer was a strong black man. He was very strong, as if he could beat Hunter half to death with one punch, but Hunter did not care. He threw him a cigarette.
"Man, I want to ask, why can Owen Toledo participate in the competition?"
The black man rolled his eyes, but for the sake of the cigarette, he did not want to hit Hunter. "Your question is very stupid. He is not a criminal. Why can't he participate in the competition?"
After smoking for a while, Hunter shook his head and denied, "But as far as I know, Owen did not sign up at all."
The black man frowned and a trace of hostility flashed in his eyes. "Man, what do you mean?"
Hunter ignored the other party's threat. A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes. "Man, I need an explanation. Why can Owen participate in the competition, but I can't?"
The black man was stunned. He looked at Hunter and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. "Hunter?
The one from New York? "
Looking at the other party's surprised eyes, Hunter's eyes flashed with satisfaction.
It always felt good to be recognized. This greatly satisfied his self-esteem, so Hunter readily admitted, "Yes, I am Hunter. Hunter is me."
Unfortunately, the black man rolled his eyes and looked at him in disdain. "Man, you are a loser.
But Owen is different. Maybe you can take this as a reward for the winner? "
Hunter's face was a little ugly. He had failed many times in his life, but the failure with Owen was one of the most unacceptable failures.
To be honest, from the bottom of his heart, Hunter did not think that Owen was better than him.
But he had no choice. He could not win that competition.
If he lost, he would lose 100,000 dollars, but he would gain a future and the hope of living.
And if he won, he would get 100,000 dollars, but it would be like a stone thrown into the sea the next day.
Under the circumstances, Hunter could only make this choice. This was also the most unacceptable choice in his life.
Therefore, the moment the black man finished speaking, Hunter's face darkened. He looked at the other party with disgust and a trace of a cold smile appeared on his face.
"Man, I don't care.
I only know that since Owen can participate, I have to participate too.
Otherwise, let him come down and we can get out of here together.
Since you know me, you should know who my boss is. "
The black man's face froze. He knew who Hunter's boss was. This made him feel a little conflicted. "Man, your request is a little too much."
Hunter ignored him and sneered. "That's your business."
Sighing helplessly, the black man shook his head. "How about this, you talk to our boss?"
Hunter was stunned. Confusion flashed in his eyes. "Boss?
boss？”
The black man shrugged. "Boss, boss, don't they all mean the same thing?"
Hunter thought for a moment. Although this title was a little strange, because generally only gang members would call someone boss, he did not think much about it. After all, the other party was black, and the gang relationship among black people was very complicated.
At the same time, in the last round of the professional modified car competition, as a special guest, Owen's appearance made the atmosphere reach an unprecedented peak.
On the racing track, Owen looked at the pale-faced short man next to him. A trace of concern flashed in his eyes. "Man, what's your name?
You don't look too good. "
The short man was a little nervous. He rubbed his hands nervously. "Kenny, just call me Kenny. Boss Owen, maybe it's because I'm too excited to see you. You know, this is my first time participating in a competition."
A trace of surprise flashed in Owen's eyes. He patted Kenny's shoulder and encouraged him kindly.
"First time?
Kenny, you're definitely a genius. You know, the first time I participated in a modified car competition, I was kicked out after the third round. You're a genius. I'm looking forward to your performance. "
Kenny was stunned. Then, he nodded seriously. "Don't worry, Boss Owen. I won't let you down!"
It was a very normal conversation. However, what was abnormal was that the moment Kenny turned around, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes!