In America, my cousin, Supergirl Kara...

In the quiet, still wilderness at night, a seemingly dilapidated pickup truck sped along the highway, its engine emitting a deep, powerful roar that was quite the opposite.

Li Xiao looked at the slightly swaying, shiny chrome steering wheel in his hand and felt a little numb.

The buttons on it were densely packed, and he didn't understand the purpose of most of them. It wasn't that he wasn't smart enough; it was just that poor people couldn't figure out how to use these high-end gadgets.

The previously oxidized and faded artificial leather seats have been removed and replaced with black calfskin massage chairs, which are comfortable and soft, comparable to those in a BMW i8, and also feature seat ventilation and heating.

The space where the car radio used to be inserted has been replaced with an LCD screen, flanked by smooth walnut wood.

Under the control of the fully autonomous driving system, the steering wheel wobbled slightly, the car drove precisely along the curves, the air conditioning delivered a comfortable cool air, and the odometer had been refreshed, showing that 80 kilometers had been traveled.

Apart from the license plate, the entire car has been updated inside and out. The roof of the car is fitted with the same starry sky headliner as Rolls-Royce, and there is a green car fragrance bottle in the center armrest box. It smells very nice, with a citron scent.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the vehicle's exterior. It has been fitted with brand new sheet metal, but it has been deliberately aged. At first glance, it looks no different from the original old pickup truck. However, upon closer inspection, the headlights have been replaced with Audi's specially designed spoon-shaped lights, resembling the eyes of a cheetah.

What's going on here? Not only did he help pave the way, but he also rushed to completely modify his old car. And if he's going to modify it, why did he have to deliberately make it look old?

Li Xiao was both amused and exasperated. Was she afraid he wouldn't recognize the original car? In reality, Li Xiao was very grateful to this kind-hearted person he had never met.

I never expected that such a seemingly hopeless country like America would have such a kind and generous person. I must thank him properly when we meet again.

"Ah, this car is absolutely fantastic." Constantine leaned back lazily in the passenger seat, enjoying the massage. "Bro, tell me honestly, do you know some rich young lady? She's been quietly paving the way for you, modifying your car anonymously, practically putting a heart on your windshield. Damn, why don't I ever have this kind of luck! I'd even be willing to live in a luxury hotel and drive a Ferrari."

"Have you been watching too many brainless American TV shows?" Li Xiao snorted. "I've never even dreamed of such a thing. She can find any kind of handsome guy she wants; there's no need to go through all this trouble."

He hadn't even considered that possibility. A domineering rich woman falling in love with a stinky girl? Li Xiao couldn't help but laugh.

There's an 80% chance they need something from him; that's the only possibility. If it's something within his capabilities that doesn't cross any lines, Li Xiao thinks he can do it. But if it's about storming the White House or storming the Pentagon, he can only say that he can't help them.

Perhaps it's because she's a wealthy heiress who favors him.

As she sat in the back row, looking out at the desolate wilderness, she felt inexplicably restless.

She recognized the perfume; it was Henri Jacques, priced at $15, and considered the Patek Philippe of the perfume world.

Moreover, clearing such a wide road from a rocky mudflat in just a few hours is a headache just in terms of the heavy equipment that needs to be mobilized.

It seems this car repairman who cleared the way has amazing energy.

"Yuan Zhensi, where are you getting off? I'm short on time right now. If your destination is far away, I can only take you to your hotel." Li Xiao glanced at the time; it was already 1:40 AM, and he immediately felt anxious.

He couldn't help but increase his speed. "Your current speed is 180 miles per hour, which exceeds the highway speed limit. Do you need to slow down?" the AI ​​voice promptly advised.

"no!"

Li Xiao turned off the AI, grabbed the steering wheel, and slammed on the gas.

"I don't have anywhere to go for the time being," Gen Shinji said, tucking his hair behind his ear. "The only people I know who can be reached are my old cell phones. They should be able to find me tomorrow."

"Then let me take you to the hotel."

"No, there are hidden cameras in the hotel, I'm afraid I'll be filmed!"

Genji resolutely refused, subconsciously pulling up her collar to cover the scent emanating from Zha Kang, but the scent coming from her collar was a mixture of her and Li Xiao's body odor. Her heart skipped a beat, and she put her hands back on her knees.

Li Xiao had a slight toothache, but she couldn't really refute what the girl said. The girl valued her privacy, and she couldn't very well accuse her of making a mountain out of a molehill.

Li Xiao remained silent, feeling the roar of the accelerator. He sighed inwardly, thinking that the horsepower was at least 4T, making the speed feel like a tortoise compared to the original 1.5L.

Not only that, the car doesn't shake at all, it's as stable as a rock, and the fuel consumption is more than half lower than before.

With the exterior of a tractor and the interior of a Ferrari, this modification took the car straight to the top.

Should I make her a divine servant girl? Li Xiao glanced at Yuan Zhensi through the rearview mirror, then thought better of it, as it would be insulting to say such a thing.

"If it really doesn't work, you can sleep with my cousin tonight." Li Xiao couldn't very well let her squeeze into the pickup truck; he knew he couldn't bring himself to do that. He himself was thick-skinned and didn't mind, but her injuries made it really inconvenient.

After exiting the highway, the car evaded several patrol cars. The federal police at night were like hyenas that had smelled blood, their sirens blaring.

However, since Li Xiao had scouted the route beforehand, it turned out to be a close call.

"I'm starving, buddy! Get me something to eat!" Constantine's stomach rumbled. "I've been busy all night and haven't eaten a thing. I need a pickle burger to fill my stomach!"

Li Xiao glanced at the time subconsciously; his phone showed 2:08. He reluctantly slowed down; since he couldn't catch up, there was no point in speeding up.

As for his cousin's safety, Li Xiao wasn't worried. Before he came to America, his cousin might have gone out in the middle of the night. They've been together for so many years, she shouldn't be in any trouble if he's absent for a day.

Li Xiao thought it was better to just treat tonight as a day off. He was very open-minded, since it was too late to regret it now.

Thinking of this, Li Xiao touched his stomach; he also felt a little hungry.

The car exited the highway at a steady speed. The cracked asphalt road was in terrible condition, to the point where a tire could get stuck, but the upgraded pickup truck experienced very little bumping, almost imperceptible.

Just then, a shop that was open for business appeared next to the palm trees by the roadside, and Li Xiao slowed down.

The yellow neon light above indicates that this is a burger joint called Jack in the Box.

A black SUV was parked at the entrance.

"Let's go, let's get out and grab something to eat." Li Xiao pulled the car over and turned off the engine, then opened the back seat halfway so Xiao Ke could watch the car.

Li Xiao put the key back in his pocket. This little gadget had also been upgraded, now featuring a remote start function.

The three of them entered the store one by one. The air conditioning in the store was not strong enough, the old tungsten bulbs were a bit dim, and most of the lights inside were off. The front hall was covered with price charts for various hamburgers, most of which were four or five dollars each, which was quite affordable.

Two Black men in their twenties were sitting at a table further inside, grabbing sizzling fried chicken legs with their dark hands and putting them into their mouths.