Chapter 651: Belmode, the Shadow that Follows You Everywhere (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

In the dark and quiet underground garage, the freckled boy opened a small door.

The space inside the door is very small, only a few square meters, but it is enough to accommodate a car.

Motorcycles are no problem.

"I don't know how to ride a motorcycle, and I don't know what model it is."

The freckled boy walked towards the motorcycle parked in the center, covered by a dustproof sheet.

He grabbed a corner of the dustproof cloth and rolled it up carefully:

"But I know that this motorcycle is Shiho's favorite."

The dustproof cloth was lifted up, revealing the silvery black underneath. The exhaust pipes were placed on both sides of the rear wheels, and the xenon headlights were shining brightly. The whole thing looked like a crawling cheetah.

"Harley 883 Series"

Stroking the handle, Sakaki looked at the bear sticker on the fuel tank cap and said sincerely:

"She is really a big fan of Harley."

"Um"

"Maybe more like teddy bears."

The Harley motorcycle in front of me is undoubtedly a wild beast, and it has even been modified.

Under the handle, Sakaki found a red button, but he didn't know what it was for.

At the rear of the car, there was a helmet.

The fuel tank is also full, by the looks of it

The freckled boy seems to often have people come in for maintenance.

The tennis bag was hung on one side, and after pushing the motorcycle out of the room, Sakaki sat on it, waited for the freckled boy to close the door, threw the helmet to him, and patted the back seat:

"Come up."

The freckled boy got into the car, put his hands around Sakaki's waist, and asked nervously:

"Can you ride a motorcycle?"

“This car is very noisy”

"Can you ride a motorcycle?"

Sakaki was stunned.

This was the first time anyone had asked him something so obvious.

"My driving skills may not be as good as those of professional motorcycle riders, but I can still be considered proficient!"

He pushed up his sunglasses, inserted the key into the keyhole, and muttered:

“Although the upper limit of motorcycle control is high, the lower limit is also low!”

Before he finished speaking, the Harley 883 underneath him suddenly started up. The headlights and instrument panel lit up one by one, and the car body trembled slightly. This beast that had been hibernating for a long time slowly opened its dark eyes at this moment.

"Um"

After starting the car, Sakaki took advantage of it to warm up and checked the body of the car.

After all, I haven’t ridden it in 5 years, so there’s no chance that something will go wrong.

"Don't worry, I will call someone to check it every month!"

The freckled boy wearing a slightly larger helmet said:

"I hired a locksmith to open the underground garage!"

".You are considered to be trespassing."

Shaking his head, Sakaki didn't dwell too much on this matter.

If it hadn't been for the freckled boy's regular maintenance, this Harley 883 would have had various problems if it had been parked for 5 years.

It will be a big trouble to repair it at that time.

"Sit tight!"

After confirming that there was no problem, Sakaki held the handle, put away the support frame, and turned the accelerator

Woo!

The low roar of the engine echoed in the vast underground parking lot, as harsh as thunder on the ground.

The silver-black motorcycle rushed forward, turned into a bolt of lightning, and headed straight for the circular exit, followed by the taillights.

As a high-end apartment, the underground parking lot has dedicated security guards, but

The current duty room is already empty.

Even the gear lever is raised.

The headlights cut through the dark night, and Harley 883 jumped forward and rushed out of the underground parking lot.

What comes into view is not the magnificent Seventh Avenue;

Demonic mobs and flames.

The freckled boy hugged Sakaki tightly, and his eyes widened in surprise when he heard the gunshots and smashing nearby.

This is the first time this has happened in New York.

Even Manhattan has become a paradise for thugs

What about other districts?

The freckled boy didn't know that he was scared now.

The harsh roar of the engine attracted the sideways glances of the thugs on the roadside.

They stared at Sakaki Cheng and the freckled boy without much reaction.

But when they looked down and saw the Harley 883...

Uncontrollably excited.

Due to local culture, sometimes luxury cars are not as attractive to thugs as motorcycles.

What they enjoy is the unrestrained pleasure of galloping against the wind.

You can't experience this feeling hiding in a piece of iron.

Bang bang!

They swarmed to the middle of the road and fired warning shots into the air to stop Sakaki's Harley 883.

However.

Sakaki stared at them expressionlessly. Not only did he not slow down, he even pushed the accelerator to the bottom, and the motorcycle jumped out!

The mob was angry.

In numbers, they cannot tolerate provocation.

Ever since.

They all raised their pistols and pointed them at the Harley 883.

Sakaki's eyes turned cold, and he held the handle of the gun protruding from the tennis bag on his left hand with his right hand, and directly pulled out the Remington M870.

The cold barrel of the gun was coated with a layer of yellow halo under the light of the flame.

The drug entered the central nervous system, causing the thugs to almost lose their minds. They laughed and showed contempt for Sakaki. The next second...

boom!

The two people standing in the middle took a few steps back. Blood shot out from their chests and splashed on their faces.

The warm touch on their faces extinguished their enthusiasm.

Looking at the corpse of a companion I never knew

The thugs shuddered, and the fear of death surged into their hearts.

the other side.

Sakaki Makoto rubbed the Remington M870 on the seat, loaded it with a "click", and aimed it at the thugs in front again.

This time

No one laughed, the thugs scattered and ran faster than rabbits.

What they are best at is bullying the weak.

When encountering a stone that is too hard to kick

Most people will "back down when they know the difficulty".

The Harley 883 drove away, driving on the noisy road at the same speed.

The freckled boy looked at Sakaki Makoto blankly. He saw that after he put the Remington M870 back into the tennis bag, he took out a box of chocolates from his arms and threw one into his mouth with a blank expression.

In a trance.

He seemed to understand something.

In Sakaki Makoto, he felt something called a sense of security.

Even though the freckled boy was an out-and-out boy, he couldn't help but feel at ease.

It's not that Sakaki Makoto has much ability to turn the tide, but

No matter what happens, he will always stand in front of you.

How can we compete like this?

The freckled boy looked melancholy.

No wonder Shiho likes him, even I do.

Pah!

Admiration!

When the Harley motorcycle drove out of the last intersection of Seventh Avenue, the Ford GT500 Shelby sports car parked in the alley suddenly turned on the lights and slowly turned out of the box.

Under the rain, the blue and white paint, combined with the visually explosive muscle lines, made this Shelby sports car have sufficient explosive power just from the appearance.

"Well, don't worry, I've caught up with him."

Belmode, wearing purple-pink sunglasses, put down the phone, looked at the Harley 883 in front of him, and showed a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth:

"I said"

"You can't run away."