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Chapter 160 - 135: Splurging a Million! What a Coincidence, Right?_2

Chapter 160: Chapter 135: Splurging a Million! What a Coincidence, Right?_2

The dialogue that followed was just too cheesy.

Brian didn’t want to listen.

Looking at the futuristic Dodge Tomahawk in front of him, Brian felt a pang of desire.

He had heard of this vehicle in his past life; it was a concept car that ultimately proved to be a joke.

But the car in front of him looked particularly sci-fi, totally different from what he remembered!

When he heard the introduction by the blond Cabo, Brian was even more tempted!

Aside from the overly cheesy voiceover.

Everything else seemed perfect!

No wonder it was called the supercar of motorcycles; it was indeed wickedly cool!

"No, no, no!"

Before Brian could speak, Ali jumped in,

"Man, don’t be seduced by this piece of junk!

This thing is only good for show!

If you really take it on the road, believe me, with the current suspension and smart adjustment technologies, once you exceed a speed of 350 kilometers per hour and hit a little pothole, you’ll learn what it’s like to fly.

And even if you don’t take off, you still might get to see the motorcycle’s built-in flame effect."

"Flame effect?"

"It’s when the speed is too fast, the tires friction with the ground causes a fire, and then the motorcycle flies off, leaving a trail of sparks and your body parts behind!"

Brian: ...

He did want to experience speed and passion, but not a trail of sparks with lightning, flying through the air, and body parts scattered on the road...

...

After the introduction of the first vehicle, Brian could see.

Blond Cabo only cared about specs and flashiness; everything else was irrelevant.

He wondered if any of Cabo’s customers ever left negative reviews.

Brian let Ali take over as the guide.

Each motorcycle here was a top-of-the-line current version, performance monsters.

Combining appearance and performance.

The wealthy Brian, upon Ali’s recommendation, chose a niche heavy-duty sports motorcycle—Beast S.

Beast S was very similar in appearance to the Kawasaki H2r from Brian’s past life but was even more sci-fi, with comparable performance. It was from a niche brand he had never heard of before—Beast Heavy Machinery Co.

Many components of the Beast S were aviation-specific, part of a race motorcycle supercar designed to establish an American brand, and its speed easily exceeded 200 kilometers per hour, with a top speed approaching 500 kilometers per hour.

This toy required exclusive custom fuel, and upon startup, the special exhaust pipe would emit blue flames—extremely cool. However, maintenance was a hassle; tire wear was harsh, necessitating frequent replacements.

According to Ali’s estimate, if only used infrequently on a daily basis, the additional monthly expenses would not be less than 10,000 US dollars, considered a luxuriant money-guzzling monster beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Brian, unbothered by the cost, went ahead and placed an order.

Ali was a genuinely good guy; once Brian settled on the Beast S, he started chattering nonstop,

"Brian, for safety’s sake, I’ll have Cabo adjust the speed settings for you and enhance its off-road capabilities a bit.

But I must remind you—listen—the bike is heavy and has high demands on the road.

Unless there’s no other way, it’s best not to attempt off-road riding.

Also, try not to let your speed exceed 120 kilometers per hour.

A highway is not a racetrack.

Choosing such an over-the-top racing bike, I’m really worried that one day you’ll end up on the autopsy table because of it.."

"Thanks."

Brian wasn’t annoyed by Ali’s warning.

A motorcycle with this kind of performance could easily go to one’s head, then surpass safe speeds...

...

The previous Dodge Tomahawk, priced at 1.08 million US dollars.

Actually, the price Cabo got it for was around 920,000 US dollars, and its lowest auction price last year was also about 900,000 US dollars, belonging to the collector’s realm.

Cabo wasn’t some sort of swindler.

For him, the trade seemed more like indulging his own collecting obsession.

Even without making much money, the price of the Beast S remained ridiculously high.

It was even pricier than the Dodge Tomahawk because of the materials!

Adding in the car modifications using materials not available to the ordinary person, the charge was fifty percent more expensive than the previously modified performance monster, the Dodge Tomahawk.

And that was with a friendly discount!

In the end, Brian swiped a staggering 1.5 million dollars, similar to the price of a small seaside villa.

Cabo said that the modification would take at least a week.

Before parting,

he gazed eagerly at Brian and couldn’t resist grabbing him to say, "Buddy, are you sure you don’t want me to install the smart voice and lighting system? It’s free!"

Brian felt conflicted.

To be honest,

the voice and lighting system that Cabo modified certainly looked cool, but it was just too corny.

As for stealth, Brian hadn’t considered it.

With only so many of those things on the market, it wasn’t suitable to drive one for more covert actions; otherwise, just by the tire tracks, they could catch you every time.

Eventually, under Cabo’s persistent requests, even at a loss to himself, Brian agreed to the addition of the smart lighting system.

As for the voice system, definitely not.

Too cringeworthy.

He was past the age for such adolescent fantasies.

Leaving the motorcycle supermarket, it was already past seven in the evening.

Brian planned to thank Ali for his assistance by treating him to a good meal.

But Ali outright refused, "Forget it, Brian, I have to rush back to be with my wife and kids. Maybe some other time."

"Alright, remember to come directly to me if you need anything in the future."

Brian nodded, saying goodbye to Ali, who never seemed to have much presence in the group.

...

On the way back,

Brian witnessed an odd scene.

At this time, when it was the peak of post-work traffic,

two LAPD-branded helicopters soared towards the suburbs above.

On the ground, continual wails of police sirens could be heard as cop cars headed in the same direction, unable to speed through the heavy traffic, inching slowly outwards.

"Has a major case happened?"

Wonder flickered in Brian’s eyes.

It had been a while since Los Angeles had seen such a scene.

It didn’t seem like a violent attack; otherwise, it wouldn’t just be police cruisers and the helicopters above, but SWAT’s armored vehicles would be deployed as well.

Only a major case, with a lot of fatalities and a need for a coordinated pursuit to corner a target, would elicit such a scene.

And crucially, he hadn’t received any urgent contact from the dispatch center.

Curiosity eventually got the better of Brian, and he got out of his car to stop a cop car going in the opposite direction. He showed his own badge and asked the patrol officer for details.

The patrol officer, seeing someone flagging him down, was about to lash out, but upon recognizing Brian, he warmly rolled down the window, "Hey, Brian, what’s up?"

Brian glanced at the officer’s badge number and realized it was a patrol officer from their district. He said curiously, "Sorry, I saw so many of your vehicles dispatched and wanted to ask what happened."

The patrol officer shook his head, "We’re not clear either, just that there was a fierce gunfight at a factory on McCall Avenue, with quite a few dead and explosives used. Now, several nearby precincts have been urgently redirected there by the dispatch center."

"McCall Avenue?"

A jolt went through Brian’s heart.

Damn it!

That case involving Ivan and his group was located there!

Could it really be such a coincidence?

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