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Chapter 227 The Robbery Plan
Luca is quite the experienced driver.

After learning Brian's mastery of man and car, the car's speed reached a new level; similarly, Giselle is also a seasoned driver. In the original storyline, after joining Torreto's team, she was adept at using her beauty to extract useful information for the operation plan.

However, Gisele later died in a plane crash during an international operation, a tragedy for the entire racing family.

Of course, this is just the initial pain.

Giselle was later resurrected.

How could Toreto's family members die so easily?
Luca looked at Gisele, who was sitting comfortably in the passenger seat, and walked around to the other side to open the car door and get in.

"How's your driving?" Giselle thought about driver recruitment. "I've seen a lot of good cars, but none of them are the fastest."

Luca always dealt with this kind of woman by going in circles. He casually asked, "You sound very knowledgeable. So, what kind of car do you consider the fastest?"

As he spoke, Luca started the engine and released the handbrake.

Giselle watched his movements, her long legs pressed together as she leaned closer to Luca: "Is that even a question? Of course, it's the first car to cross the finish line."

"That sounds very challenging."

"Whether you win or not, I'd love to go on a date with you tonight. If you win, we can have a few drinks."

Bold woman!
Luca thought to himself that he had been hanging out with the mafia and those old men for too long and rarely used his face to build rapport anymore. Today, it seemed to be working quite well. Luxury car + handsome guy, he was the coolest kid here.

For some reason, Luca felt a surge of excitement. He wasn't sure if it was due to Giselle's skill, but he did want to race around a couple of times.

Luca floored the accelerator, slamming the clutch down to make the engine roar. The muscular monster roared and then shot off like a black cheetah.

With both hands gripping the steering wheel, Luca turned to look at Gisele beside him. "Help me fasten my seatbelt."

Giselle raised her eyes seductively, leaned closer, and was immediately embraced by a pair of strong arms and pulled into a hug.

"It's not tied yet." Giselle put her arm around Luca's neck.

"You are my seatbelt."

Luca floored the accelerator, and his adrenaline and the ambiguous atmosphere surged together.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the scene.

El looked at the black mamba with long blond hair and sunglasses in front of him and thought to himself that this bitch actually had a day when she asked him for help.

Almost a month has passed since she last saw him in Vegas, and she had a vague feeling that Black Mamba's figure seemed a little fuller, though she wasn't sure if it was just her imagination.
Al was still confused about why Black Mamba had taken the initiative to contact him this time. Wasn't that bitch always inseparable from Bill? And she should know very well that he didn't like her, right?

The two "love rivals" met at this moment, and there was a slightly tense atmosphere. However, El was more puzzled than anything else. "Beatles, you should know how much I don't want to see you. The fact that you took the initiative to contact me can't be anything good."

Black Mamba's full name is Beatrice Guido. Her cheeks look a bit rounder than El's, whose face is more like a supermodel's, with some sharp angles.

Faced with Al's provocation, Beatrice would usually have responded with a few sarcastic remarks, and the two women had a very unpleasant falling out over Bill.

But Beatrice didn't retort this time. Instead, she asked curiously, "Since you stayed in New York, you've had less and less contact with Bill these past few years. Have you given up on him now?"

Al's gaze was somewhat unfocused as he recalled his time in New York. His mindset was indeed different from before, especially when he was in the club and interacting with all sorts of people. His mindset was surprisingly much more peaceful.

During that period, I didn't take many hitman jobs. Whenever I had free time, I would go to the club to drink and play cards. Occasionally, I would see Luca sitting in the corner by the window reading the newspaper.

As for Bill Al, after he found himself at peace, he no longer cared so much about the gains and losses of those emotions. As time went by, certain emotions in his heart were gradually diluted by that peaceful atmosphere, and over time, he no longer wanted to contact Bill.

"Don't mention that guy to me, I don't want to see him right now." Al rolled his dead fish eyes. "If you have something to say, say it. I'm not in the mood for idle chatter."

Beatrice was even more surprised. Her hand unconsciously stroked her lower abdomen as she said, "Bill needs your help right now."

"Me? To kill someone? Just issue the mission, why do you need to come all the way to Los Angeles to see me?"

"What I mean is, he needs you by his side."

Beatrice stared at El.

In the past, she wouldn't have come to find him, but now she was unsure of El's feelings. This woman had been living a free and independent life all these years, and she didn't know what El was doing, nor was she sure if El's feelings for others were still as dependent as before. That's why she decided to come and ask him in person.

That way, after she leaves the organization while pregnant, Bill, with El by his side, shouldn't bother her anymore.

I'm going to be a mother, and this is the profession of assassin.

ended.

El couldn't understand Beatrice's thoughts at all. He raised his eyebrows like a cat with its fur standing on end. "Shit! You're just dumping your unwanted stuff on me? I'm not in the mood to get involved in your business right now. You two go cool off somewhere else and don't bother me!"

Beatrice was taken aback by Al's terrible attitude. She really didn't expect Al to have changed so much. Did he no longer have any feelings for Bill?
This rendered her wishful thinking of "giving way" useless.

Al sneered, "What? Did you two break up? Or has Bill found someone new and is tired of you, this old woman who's past her prime?"

Beatrice was conflicted, hesitating whether or not to reveal her situation.

She wanted to leave the organization and return to a normal life, but Bill would obviously not allow it. That man was too controlling, and she was his lover; he would never let her leave.

If his own child fell into Bill's hands, Bill might become a father, but he wouldn't be a good father who would be suitable for the child's upbringing.

It wasn't until she was about to become a parent that Beatrice realized just how terrible her years of killing had been.

Children should not be exposed to that dark world filled with killing.

After much hesitation, Beatrice decided against telling Al the truth. California Mountain Snake was a cold-blooded and somewhat neurotic killer; who knew what she would do after learning the truth?

She changed the subject: "Okay, to be honest, I came to Los Angeles on a mission. You've been here for many years, so I came to ask you for some information."

"I don't know." El refused decisively. "I'm not an information broker. Go find someone else... If you don't have anything else to do, don't bother me."

After saying that, El turned and left, but after a few steps she turned back. "Beatles, did Master Whitebrow pass on his true teachings to you?"

Beatrice was taken aback.

And at the entrance of the competition.

A black car stopped, and several plainclothes police officers got out.

Vincent led the way, followed by several police officers, including Jack, who had just arrived to report for duty.

"Jack, today is your first day of training at the Major Crimes Unit."

Jack nodded sullenly. This dreaded training day was something he had to do twice in the last two weeks.

“Tell me more about the clues you’ve gathered,” Vincent asked. “Were those motorcycle gangs who robbed the trucks at the race? What else do you know?”

Jack thought to himself, "I don't know either. Luca only said there were clues here."

However, there was another piece of news. Luca had previously texted me about it.

“I received information that there’s an organization here that’s secretly recruiting drivers,” Jack said, revealing what he knew. However, he didn’t know why they were recruiting drivers, and Luca hadn’t given any hints, only mentioning that the matter existed.

Jack: "What else could these underground racers be doing besides racing? I suspect it's related to the robbery. We can start our investigation from there."

Vincent thought about it and realized that this direction of the investigation was not bad; the robbery and the biker gang were inevitably connected.
"Let's go in and check the situation first."

Vincent gathered a group of people and went into the scene.

Just as a group of police officers arrived at the scene to investigate, Torreto was discussing the situation with Vince and others.

Although the collaboration with Luca had some twists and turns, the new modified GTR was delivered on time, and it was the latest racing model. Luca was very satisfied with the result.

With the job done, it's time to continue with the robbery plan.

(End of this chapter)