The journey starts from the Titanic

After speaking, Arenas left.

After Arenas left, Fat Jack picked up the phone and called the sheriff: "He hasn't yielded yet, but he wants to play another game with you."

"FUCK! Who does he think he is?"

The sheriff scolded on the phone and was very dissatisfied with Arenas's lack of propaganda. Isn't it said that it has something to do with a certain Congressman?

Well, if it weren't for the scruples of this rumor, the guy wouldn't be let go easily last time.

After venting his anger, the sheriff calmed down and asked in a deep voice, "How does he want to play?"

"Catch him again!"

"FUCK!"

The sergeant's anger rose again, "Okay! Catch him, see if I don't skin him!"

"This is Dallas, Texas. Your sergeant! If you don't want to be shot, it's better to be less angry."

Fat Jack reminded the sheriff not to be so impulsive, isn't the opponent just a person?

Everyone comes out and asks for money, your dignified sheriff is much more precious than those cowboys...

"Enough, I don't need you to warn me, I know what to do." The sheriff interrupted.

Long-winded!

The sheriff put down the phone and cursed, vowing that he must catch the bastard and give him some color, otherwise there is no guarantee that the bastard will be obedient in the cooperative business.

Fat Jack was choked and felt unhappy.

Put down the phone and commented on the sheriff as "a greedy and ignorant villain!"

Soon, his attention shifted to the oil company. Occidental Petroleum, what is your background?

By the way, the sheriff seems to have said last time that this company is also laying oil pipelines from the Gulf of Mexico to Chicago. The oil and gas they produce is not restricted by the Petroleum Railway Transportation Commission. This is terrible!

I walked out of the office and visited the pub. There were many more guests on the bar, some of them knew each other, and there might be some stories that had to be told between the guests. For example, a policeman sitting on the side of the corner watched fearlessly. The shirtless tattooed guy at the table next to him, um, just came out of prison, so it was very uncomfortable to see the police.

Fat Jack greeted his acquaintances, smiled and greeted a few words, and then listened to their grumbles.

There are more and more small oil merchants complaining about being bullied by big oil companies, and the business of the pub is getting better and better.

"Irish guy, here's another bottle of Louis,... first book..." A blushing guy burped alcohol...

The Irish bartender asked Fat Jack with his eyes, and Fat Jack frowned. Recently, there are a lot more "rich guys" keeping accounts.Even if some people were looking for peers who knew Petroleum in the early years, Fat Jack still shook his head. Don't look at the alcoholic boasting that he had an oil well, but he already owed a lot of money for alcohol. Fat Jack's patience reached its limit early.

He waved his hand in disgust: "Throw this damn guy out! Be sober and sober."

...

Arenas found an expert to modify the car. If it wasn't for the broken GM car that could not run the car, why was he forced to stop on the road?

Under the introduction of a friend, he went to the auto repair shop in Houston, found a shaggy middle-aged uncle, saw the masterpiece of the expert in front of him, and circled around a black car in front of him.

"It looks ordinary on the outside, it's no different from a Ford Model T." Arenas said with disdain.

The middle-aged uncle stared with anger. He glared at Arenas with an expression of "you don't know the goods", opened the car cover, and said excitedly: "Don't look at the appearance, but the Lincoln Motors is a genuine product, V8 engine, displacement 25l, easy Just hit 100 yards.

Chrysler chassis, to ensure that you will not float when you drag racing..."

While talking while stroking the smooth body, her face was intoxicated, and she felt like she touched her relatives: "Man, she is so reliable and fast, like an angry hair... more than enough to deal with slivers!"

"To deal with notes, I like this statement!"

Arenas nodded in satisfaction. After saying so much, he liked the big horsepower and muscle car.

Arenas eagerly opened the door, started the car as soon as he entered, and tried a lap.

That guy was right, he liked the car all at once.

"I know you people, I really like your business."

Speaking, the middle-aged uncle lighted up the wine bottle in his hand. The bottle was dark and covered with oil stains. No one would think of wine at first glance.

After being exposed as a bootleg dealer, Arenas just smiled. This drunkard engineer specializes in helping bootleg dealers modify their cars, otherwise he will not be found.

Like its peers, Arenas also likes to drape low-key modified cars with "cheap" shells. Ford Type A shells are a common choice.

Arenas happily paid the money and drove away in a powerful car. The drunkard engineer's words sounded in his ear: "I specially installed a turbocharger for you. This is an artifact on the plane. I finally got from Long Beach. Cummins Lincoln’s masterpiece guarantees that you can drive a car like an airplane at critical moments."

"Come on the notes!"

Arenas couldn't wait to think, although he might eventually become a partner with the proud sheriff, he still wanted to make a joke.

In Texas, California, in the vast west, liquor dealers and policemen are very common when dragging on the road, a typical cat and mouse game.

For several days, on the highway from Houston to Dallas, a yellow-painted car Mercedes Benz, two police cars chasing behind, the policeman stared at the yellow figure in front of him, he wanted to catch the arrogant bootlegger in front. Improve your life well.

With a sudden roar, the yellow car suddenly accelerated, thrown off the police car and drove away, disappearing at the end of the highway.

"Damn it!

I'm going to break him when I catch that bastard!"

The police braked and slammed a fist on the steering wheel, his expression furious.

He exhaled, got out of the car, leaned on the door and smoked a cigarette. How many times has he been molested?

After a while, he drove back sullenly.

"Let him escape!"

The police reported to the sergeant that the sergeant had given him a special task, and he had messed up.However, it is impossible to upgrade the configuration of the police car.

The sheriff was really disappointed, and nodded faintly.

Bootleggers have been rampant recently. Their cars have been modified. I don’t know that as soon as the bastard engineer’s brain was turned on, he used the turbocharger technology of the plane on the bootlegger’s modified car. To please the police.

Nowadays, on the highway, police cars generally can't stop those brave guys.

"Irish guy, a glass of whiskey!"

Arenas came to the Fat Jack Tavern again, just finished unloading the goods, and hid the wine in a remote farm in the suburbs. No, he asked the customer Fat Jack to have a good talk.

The police was teased today, and he was happy at the thought of the police car's desperate look.

"Man, your new car is really good!"