Reborn Action Star: Starting in Hollywood

Chapter 255 Master-level driving skills debut
Intercity Highway 79, outside New York City.

Lin Yuan and Meng Tao were sitting in a Grand Cherokee, waiting for the arrival of their prey.

"Lin Yuan, are your driving skills really reliable? If you send someone to the ICU, the subsequent investigation will not be so easy to pass." Meng Tao, who was sitting in the passenger seat, asked.

"Believe me, my driving skills are no worse than my shooting skills." Lin Yuan replied.

"Really? If that's the case, then that's an amazing driving skill. Do you even have this talent for driving?" Meng Tao said.

"Yeah, I've always believed that knowing more is better, so I just learned a little bit more."

"Hearing what you said makes me want to beat you up even more. By the way, aren't you worried about other people in Nick's car? Like his assistant or something? After all, he's the vice president of a big company."

"No, he has been secretly bribing the judges recently. The fewer people who know about this kind of shady thing, the better. He will not leave any handle behind casually." Lin Yuan replied.

"Okay, if someone else came up with such a simple and crude plan like yours, I would think he was crazy. But why do I think it will succeed when it comes to you?" Meng Tao complained.

In fact, Meng Tao had the answer in his heart.

He has worked with Lin Yuan in so many films, and has seen Lin Yuan challenge dangerous action scenes where he was almost dead many times, and has also witnessed him create miracles from desperate situations time and time again.

Therefore, Meng Tao had long formed a superstition and admiration for Lin Yuan. He believed that as long as Lin Yuan wanted to do something, he would succeed, no matter how unreliable it sounded.

This is the absolute trust that Lin Yuan has established in others' hearts with his strength and achievements.

"The target has appeared!" Meng Tao picked up the telescope and said after confirming a few times.

A black Maserati "President" sedan drove past the two of them.

The black streamlined exterior, the sexy red interior, and the extremely cool trident logo on the front of the car determine that this is a rather "stuffy and sexy" car.

The car reflects the owner. Sometimes, just by looking at the car, you can guess part of the owner's personality.

You can say this is a stereotype, but big data will always slap you in the face, for example:
Domestic BMW owners generally have low quality...

Mercedes owners are often vulgar businessmen who think they are cultured...

Cadillac owners…long live the bath!
This Mr. Nick is undoubtedly a guy who likes to show off, but likes to keep a low profile on the outside.

Such people are often tough but stubborn. If you put them under enough pressure, they will not have the courage to fight to the end.

"Hold on tight, let's go, the hunt begins!" Lin Yuan stepped on the accelerator and followed.

Lin Yuan chose this Grand Cherokee today because off-road vehicles have stronger power and are heavier than sedans.

His goal was to overturn Nick's Maserati, but without causing a violent roll that would deform the car and injure the target.

Therefore, choosing a more sturdy off-road vehicle is undoubtedly a good decision.

This is just like when a martial arts master uses a weapon, the difficulty of making heavy things seem light is definitely lower than making light things seem heavy.

Only by mastering more advantages can you do subtraction more calmly to control the output of force.

At this time, Nick didn't know that he was being targeted.

He was driving to the home of an Oscar voter.

Today he is going to give that guy $50 in order to make him follow his own ideas when the judges vote.

Nick felt a little sad when he thought of the greedy face of that guy: he actually wanted 50 US dollars and refused to pay a penny less.

This way he could only put $20 into his own pocket.

Damn! How greedy!
Taking kickbacks is a common practice everywhere.

This time, Nick received a total budget of 800 million US dollars from the company, and he could only intercept about 200 million US dollars, but it was also a considerable extra income.

Although Nick was somewhat dissatisfied, the task assigned by the company had to be completed and he could not do without these greedy guys.

It was 2003, and there were over 3000 eligible Oscar voters. Of course, Nick couldn't canvass for votes one by one; he just needed to get his hands on some influential "nodes."

After the money is paid, those "nodes" will help him convince others.

Today this "node" can influence about 100 tickets.

At that time, there were not many Oscar judges, and most of them were "old white men".

Over the next 20 years, the Oscar jury frantically recruited members from all over the world and continued to expand until it reached about 10000 people.

These judges, who come from all over the world and have different races and cultures, will also greatly influence the selection of future Academy Awards.

But these are all later stories, and they have little impact on the selection criteria from the perspective of white elites at this time.

Just as Nick was thinking, a Grand Cherokee suddenly rushed out from the side and tried to change lanes and cut in front of his car.

"Damn you old-fashioned guy! You dare to take my lane!"

"Beep, beep, beep!" Nick honked the horn continuously and refused to budge.

In his opinion, guys who drive bulky off-road vehicles like the Grand Cherokee must be rude and impolite.

Although he couldn't see who was driving the SUV through the dark-tinted windows, he had already pictured a redneck in his mind.

"Boom boom boom!"

The other party seemed angry, accelerated and overtook the Maserati sedan.

Then he got ahead of Nick and locked his lane.

"Damn it! What an uneducated guy!" Nick cursed while trying to change lanes and overtake the other person again.

But the opponent's driving skills seemed to be exceptionally good. No matter how Nick changed, the opponent seemed to be able to anticipate the enemy's moves and got in front of him first.

"Very good! You succeeded in irritating me!" Nick was completely furious, and he stepped hard on the accelerator.

The worst that can happen is a rear-end collision! I'm going to smash this guy to pieces!

Nick, who was aroused by road rage, decided that he must teach the other party a lesson.

"Boom boom boom!" The Maserati sedan engine made a low roar.

When the car accelerated and hit hard.

Nick was surprised to find that the car in front of him suddenly did a tailspin and drifted.

It made a 360-degree U-turn on the spot, and then the front of the car hit his left front wheel hard.

"Boom!"

There was a huge crash.

Nick felt as if he was driving and his left front wheel hit a concrete block on the side of the road.

It immediately lost balance, rolled forward violently, and the whole car fell over.

"Squeak ~ squeak ~"

There was a teeth-grinding sound of metal rubbing against the road, accompanied by a series of sparks.

The airbag popped out head-on, hitting Nick in the face like a boxer's heavy punch.

Coupled with the impact of inertia, Nick fainted...

(End of this chapter)