sinovels Chapter 36 isn't about driving skills, it's about comparing eight characters.
Chapter 36 isn't about driving skills, it's about comparing eight characters.
"Is it the RT version of the Dodge charger?"
Jerome seemed very familiar with vehicles, recognizing the police car's specifications at a glance: "Equipped with a 5.7-liter naturally aspirated V8 engine, producing a maximum of 375 horsepower, and accelerating from 0 to 100 km/h in 5 seconds."
"Although it's not the top-of-the-line model in the Dodge Charger series, it's definitely a performance beast among muscle cars."
"Oh," Lin Simon responded, then asked, "So, you'll catch the car thief soon?"
Jerome glanced at the dilapidated motorcycle and said confidently, "This motorcycle only has a 286cc four-valve liquid-cooled single-cylinder engine. Its speed is far inferior to the Dodge Charger. Catching up with it would be a piece of cake."
"I don't think so," Lin Ximeng said. He knew that the guys on the streets of America were all skilled, especially this black man in a red headscarf who was specifically mentioned by the Daily Intelligence. How could he be taken down so easily?
Upon hearing this, Jerome exclaimed that it was impossible and began to give Simon Lin a long explanation of the differences between the two cars.
In his view, even if aliens were to drive this motorcycle, they would be helpless.
But the two cars chasing each other on the road did not develop as Jerome had predicted.
Although the top speed of the Dodge Charger far exceeds that of the Honda Motorcycle, the red-turbaned black man completely defied convention and took an unconventional route.
Taking advantage of his motorcycle's small size, he weaved back and forth between the two lanes, squeezing through the gaps between vehicles. Sometimes he would suddenly turn left and cross the solid line, and other times he would brake sharply and then accelerate to change lanes, making the most of his agility.
Vehicles on the roadside swerved to avoid them, and the police officers in the police car frantically honked their sirens, but they couldn't close the distance. They could only watch helplessly as the other vehicle followed its trajectory, completely unable to do anything about it.
Jerome stared in disbelief: "This guy's crazy! Isn't he afraid of crashing?"
He hadn't expected that the current situation would develop in much the same way as Lin Ximeng had predicted.
Lin Ximeng had anticipated this: these car thieves who dared to challenge the police with motorcycles were never competing in driving skills, but rather in their luck.
He dares to treat vehicles on the road like NPCs in a game. Would you dare to get into a car like that?
The motorcycle and the car kept circling the street where the burger shop was located, and the police car could not find an opportunity to make the black man in the red headscarf stop.
Fortunately, on a relatively long straight road, the police car, with its speed advantage, shortened the distance between itself and the motorcycle.
Suddenly, it swerved sharply into a narrow alley, and taking advantage of the motorcycle's agility, it executed a clean drift and U-turn at the alley entrance, speeding straight out in the opposite direction.
The Dodge Charger police car couldn't brake in time and lurched forward for dozens of meters before coming to a stop. The officers frantically pounded on the steering wheel. By the time they turned the car around, the black man in the red bandana was already rushing towards the burger shop, deliberately slowing down and waving at the police car, clearly playing a trick on them.
Lin Ximeng's eyes sharpened, and he stood up: "It's our turn to go on stage."
Jerome was stuffing the last half of his hamburger into his mouth when he heard this. He quickly swallowed the rest of the hamburger in a few bites, then grabbed two fries from the table and stuffed them into his mouth before hurriedly following Lin Simon with his bag.
Simon Lin led Jerome out of the burger shop, glanced at the street layout, and instantly predicted the route the red-banded black man would take.
He pointed to a bush about waist-high by the roadside: "You hide in there, and when you see the Honda motorcycle coming, suddenly jump out and scare it, forcing it to change direction to the left. Leave the rest to me."
"Don't worry, leave it to me." Jerome had just had a big meal and was quite satisfied, so he agreed without hesitation.
He immediately grabbed his cloth bag and disappeared into the bushes, making sure to part the branches and leaves to create an observation opening.
Lin Ximeng walked to the middle of the intersection ahead, holding the bag of jars he had bought earlier, and waited there.
A few seconds later, the roar of the Honda motorcycle grew closer. The black man in the red headscarf was focused on dodging the police car that hadn't caught up yet and didn't notice the unusual situation at the intersection at all.
Just as the motorcycle was about to cross the intersection, Jerome suddenly jumped out of the bushes and shouted exaggeratedly.
The black man in the red headscarf shuddered in fright and instinctively swerved sharply to the left, just as Lin Simon had predicted.
Lin Ximeng's eyes darkened, and with a forceful flick of his wrist, the entire bag of cans scattered on the ground with a "crash," plastic bottles and aluminum cans rolling all over the place.
By the time the black man in the red headscarf realized what was happening, it was too late. The front wheel of the motorcycle ran over the can, causing it to lose its balance instantly and tip over with a loud crash.
The black man in the red headscarf was thrown half a meter away, and his backpack fell open, scattering various cards, ornaments with small skulls, and an old bicycle key on the ground.
He was tough as nails; he got up, dusted himself off, and without even looking at what was on the ground, rushed over to try and lift the motorcycle up.
"Is this the physical strength of a black guy on the street?"
According to Simon Lin's observation, although the black man in the red headscarf had brakes, the motorcycle was still traveling at a speed of over 70 or 80 kilometers per hour.
The other person fell to the ground, but was able to get up again as if nothing had happened.
"This guy's veins are probably full of painkillers, aren't they?"
Seeing that the other party was still full of energy, Lin Ximeng did not rush forward, but stood aside with his arms crossed and watched coldly.
The black man in the red headscarf struggled to lift the motorcycle, and finding that it could still start, he immediately jumped on and frantically veered off into another alley.
But he had only rushed into the alley for two meters when he heard the screech of police car brakes behind him.
The Dodge charger finally caught up!
The police officer was clearly still angry about being tricked earlier, and didn't slow down much at all.
By the time the police car saw the motorcycle suddenly darting out of the alleyway, it was too late to brake. The tires left long black marks on the ground, and with a screeching sound, the police car slammed into the rear of the motorcycle with a loud bang.
The enormous impact sent the Honda motorcycle flying several meters forward, and the black man in the red headscarf was thrown into the air again, this time crashing heavily against the alley wall. The front of the police car was also badly dented, with debris scattered all over the ground.
Jerome stared in disbelief, instinctively exclaiming, "Fxxk, is this guy even alive?"
Unexpectedly, the black man in the red headscarf was incredibly strong. After crashing heavily against the alley wall, he only let out a muffled groan before struggling to get up.
He rubbed the spot on his back where he had been hit, moved his arms and legs a couple of times, and it seemed that he was not seriously injured.
Before the officers in the police car could open the door and get out, he turned around and darted into the depths of the alley, deliberately choosing narrow corners and using the cluttered piles on both sides of the alley to block the officers' view.
"We caught up."
Simon called out and followed not far behind with Jerome.
The black man in the red headscarf had only run a few dozen meters when he suddenly spotted a large, half-person-high metal trash can at the end of the alley. He abruptly lifted the greasy lid, ignoring the sour, rotten smell emanating from it, and curled up inside, quickly closing the lid back on, leaving only a crack for ventilation.
"Don't disturb him yet."
Seeing Jerome about to chase after him, Simon quickly stopped him, his eyes fixed on the trash can, a smile playing on his lips: "We'll leave the rest to the police."
At this point, the police officers chased into the alley, circled the corner several times, but still couldn't find any trace of the black man in the red headscarf.
Simon patted Jerome on the shoulder and whispered, "I don't have identification, and I'm Asian, so it's not convenient for me to deal with the police. Go and bring the officers over to arrest him."
He pointed towards the alley entrance, "We'll meet at the burger joint later."
Jerome nodded. "Okay, I'll take care of it."
Lin Ximeng nodded to him, then turned and walked towards the alley entrance.
Jerome took a deep breath, turned around and found the police officer who was still lost. He pointed towards the end of the alley and shouted, "Sir, the person you're looking for is hiding in that dumpster over there."
The officer's eyes lit up, and he immediately ran after him, forcefully lifting the lid of the trash can.
Caught off guard, the black man in the red headscarf rushed out, roaring, and tried to escape.
But he was quickly subdued and handcuffed by Officer Dan and Jerome.
The officer patted Jerome on the shoulder: "I'm Officer Hawke. Thank you for your help."
Officer Hawke thanked him, but after asking a few questions and learning of Jerome's current homeless situation, he looked troubled.
A homeless person without identification cannot testify as a witness.
Similarly, there is no formal means to reward acts of bravery.
Officer Hawke thought for a moment, then took out thirty dollars from his pocket and gave it to Jerome as a personal thank you.
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At the same time, Simon Lin returned to the street where his Honda motorcycle had originally been, the intersection of Maple Street and Oak Lane.
Lin Ximeng glanced around and found the bicycle that the black man in the red headscarf had ridden in the shadows at the street corner.
A Hafiz mountain bike.
He walked over, glanced at it, took out his phone, and searched for the same model online, which showed that the online used price was about $160.
When the black man in the red headscarf fell, his backpack spilled all over the ground, including the keys to this bicycle.
Lin Ximeng had just picked it up and was now in his pocket.
He was about to take out his key to unlock the car when he noticed several obvious knocking marks on the lock, as if someone had tampered with it.
Just then, a black man wearing a yellow baseball cap suddenly darted out from the side, the brim pulled low, carrying a hammer and wire cutters.
When the black man in the baseball cap saw Simon Lin, he paused for a moment before saying, "Hey, I was the one who had my eye on this car first."