Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?! Chapter 159 - 159 135 Splurging a Million!

159: Chapter 135: Splurging a Million!

What a Coincidence?

159: Chapter 135: Splurging a Million!

What a Coincidence?

Brian still didn’t know that his younger brother Green had not been taken to assist in solving the case but had been taken by the Teddy combination to commit murder and arson.

He was driving a car, following the vehicle of Weapon Expert Ali, and was preparing to buy the first motorcycle of his life.

In Los Angeles, there are many second-hand car markets and related trading websites.

A lot of stuff could be equipped in one go online at this ti, it’s just that the delivery speed left sothing to be desired.

Therefore, those in a hurry preferred to go directly to a car supermarket or motorcycle supermarket and purchase the vehicles they wanted on the spot.

The motorcycle supermarket they ca to was hidden in an inconspicuous comrcial street.

The motorcycle supermarket had three floors, and it looked dilapidated from the outside, but once you entered, you would find it was decorated with advanced technology.

This motorcycle supermarket did not have many motorcycles on display, unlike other motorcycle supermarkets which had a large number of motorcycles.

Instead, it had individual cylindrical lift display stands.

One cool motorcycle after another was placed on these stands, slowly rotating under the lights, just like a group of coquettish beauties, tempting every incoming custor.

“Looks really cool!”

Brian genuinely exclaid, “This place is indeed great, but why isn’t there a receptionist?”

“They’re probably playing with cars on the track at the back.

The motorcycles here have smart locks; they are definitely not sothing that petty thieves can steal.”

After Ali briefly explained, he directly took Brian to the third floor.

Right in front of the elevator on the third floor was a reception desk.

In front of the desk was a large LCD screen that was constantly being struck by various monsters, and a blond-haired guy was holding a laser sensor automatic rifle, shooting wildly at the monsters while shouting loudly.

On one side of the reception desk was a tal silver door that exuded a sense of seclusion.

Ali stepped forward, patted the blond guy, known as Cabo, on the shoulder, “Hey, Cabo, stop playing with your lousy ga.

My colleague wants to get an aweso motorcycle.”

The blond guy, Cabo, stopped what he was doing and turned his head irritably.

Seeing that it was Ali, he excitedly dropped the laser sensor prop gun and punched Ali, “You bastard, you actually went to work.

That’s so boring.”

Ali shrugged, “Buddy, I’m getting old, and I have kids.

I can’t keep up with you guys anymore.

Hurry up, I need to catch the end of my shift.”

After a brief exchange of pleasantries.

Cabo looked at Brian, “Buddy, I’ve got a bunch of wild motorcycles here.

How explosive do you want?”

“Like the kind that can chase planes, anything below 300 kiloters per hour is quite boring.”

Brian glanced at Shi San under his feet and added, “Preferably with a back seat so I can enjoy speed and passion with it.”

“300 kiloters per hour?”

Cabo didn’t expect Brian to have such violent requests as soon as he spoke.

He looked at Ali, “Are you sure this is a colleague from your departnt and not a professional racer?

Los Angeles’ roads can’t support motorcycles at these speeds; they’ll literally take off.”

Ali shrugged, “He’s an Autopsy Officer from our departnt; you can call him Brian.

I’ve already confird his needs; just need to modify the tires and suspension system afterward.”

“Fine!”

Once Cabo heard the term Autopsy Officer, he stopped chattering and kept his distance from Brian, “Follow ; the good stuff is this way.”

Saying that, he walked to the front of the tallic silver door, stretched out his hand, and swiped it across a tal screen in front of the door.

The screen lit up, displaying a wave-like voiceprint, “Welco back, Commander Cabo.”

With a subtle clacking chanical sound,

Large plus of white fog sprayed out from either side of the door, giving the impression that there was not a storeroom behind the door but so sort of sci-fi base.

Brian looked at Ali beside him, “Buddy, are you sure you’re taking to buy a motorcycle, not a spaceship?”

Ali shrugged, “All these are just decorative gimmicks.

It’s just a sensor door.

Cabo and his pals are rich kids.

You know how it is; young people like these kinds of things…”

Okay, it was just a phase.

…

Behind the storeroom door, it was actually similar to the first floor, with more sci-fi-thed decor and lighting.

Additionally, there were far fewer motorcycles here, only twelve.

Cabo walked up to the coolest motorcycle in front, introducing it to Brian:

“This is the coolest superbike here – the Dodge Tomahawk!

This speed monster was produced by Chrysler in ’03; it features the Dodge Viper’s 8.3-liter V10 engine and the wheels of a racing car, with a top speed of over 600 km…

In fact, if you’re not afraid to die, it can reach Mach 0.55; regular fighter jets would have to follow behind eating its exhaust fus.

The production quantity of the Dodge Tomahawk is very limited, I managed to get one with great difficulty, and if you weren’t a friend of Ali’s, I wouldn’t even let you take a look!”

While saying this, Cabo touched his ssy blond hair, proudly, “I’ve also installed an intelligent lighting and voice system on this Dodge Tomahawk.

When you exceed a speed of 300 km/h, it will have this effect…”

He snapped his fingers, hit a button on the counter.

The next mont.

Strands of cool lights, like lightning, continuously flickered and traveled around the Dodge Tomahawk, flash after flash.

It was incredibly cool, and at the sa ti, an icy, textured female voice surrounded the area, “Flight mode activated…”