This section has a speed limit of fifty miles per hour. Ryan estimated from visual observation that the Lexus had a speed of probably more than eighty miles per hour, and continued to rush under the pursuit of the police car, either relying on something or driving drunk.

"Give up a way to that car," Ryan said to John in the front row.

The bodyguard on the co-pilot immediately notified the bodyguard car behind. He was speeding wildly that if there was a collision, it was very likely that the car would be destroyed and the person would be killed.

The convoy immediately drove into the right side of the road and gave out the fast lane. This kind of police catching speeding and drunk driving is performed in Los Angeles almost every day, so there is no need for them to get involved.

In just a dozen seconds, the Lexus approached the convoy. Under the flashing police lights, Ryan looked back and saw that the Lexus was not only extremely fast, but also had a crooked route. I'm afraid the driver of the car had drunk a lot of wine.

"careful!"

Ryan shouted, and his first reaction was to hold Nicole tightly in his arms.

The Lexus was like a drunken drunk man, shaking and passing by the bodyguard car behind him, instantly catching up with the black Rolls-Royce, and almost surpassing the past.

During this process, Ryan obviously felt the violent shaking of the car body and faintly heard the sour friction sound. Without looking, he also knew that the two cars must have had a slight scratch.

"!"

He swears a very rare swear word and immediately looks at Nicole.

Nicole shook his head at him and signaled that it was okay, but her already fair face looked paler and her breathing was a little rapid.

"He deserves to die!" Ryan cursed in a low but gloomy manner.

Although this black Rolls-Royce is strong and heavy enough, the opponent's speed is so fast. What will happen if it really hits it firmly?

The anger rose almost instantly, and the Lexus threatened not only his safety. It was also Nicole, who swore that he would not let anyone hurt them!

"I'm fine!"

Perhaps feeling the change in Ryan's mood, Ni shook his hand with force.

Nodding, Ryan lowered the baffle and looked forward. Perhaps it was affected by the scratch just now. Lexus' speed was obviously slower. In just half a minute, the police car following behind quickly chased after him and stopped the speeding car on the side of the road.

"James, go!" Ryan said coldly.

John on the co-pilot informed the cars in front and behind, while the driver slowed down the car. Rolls-Royce turned into the buffer belt and parked more than twenty feet away from the two cars in front.

There was no Burbank city here. The Lexus was stopped near the entrance of a large supermarket. After getting off the car, Ryan took a look at his car and saw a small trace left behind on the door on the outside. It was very close to where Nicole was sitting. If it was a collision, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The two bodyguards had already stopped. Several bodyguards surrounded Ryan and Nicole, fearing that they would encounter any accidents.

"Damn it!" Nicole's face was covered with anger after seeing the scars in the car.

"John, call attorney Wilson Jr."

The wind blowing at night was a little cool. Ryan opened the car door, took out Nicole's coat, and put it on her back. He said to another bodyguard, "Go and see who it is, and negotiate with the police. We are the victims."

It is not a smart choice to surround a group of people with police on duty.

So a bodyguard walked towards the two cars ahead, communicated loudly with one of the two policemen, then walked back and whispered to Ryan.

Ryan couldn't help but frown and walked towards the patrol police car. One of the middle-aged white policemen who should be the sheriff stepped forward.

"Hello, Mr. Jenkins."

"Hello."

With a snatch in his hand, Ryan nodded to him, then looked at the familiar face in front of the police car that was being questioned by another officer, and said, "My lawyer is coming, and..."

He pointed to John, "This is my assistant, and he witnessed the incident."

Ryan stopped talking and handed over the incident to John.

Carrying a coat, Nicole chased after him from behind. While handing him over, she also looked at the driver who was questioned by the police, and also frowned.

"Why is it him?" She obviously knew the other person.

With Nicole's help, put on his coat, Ryan looked at the police car with an extremely gloomy eyes. Although it was already early in the morning, under the bright street lights and flashing police lights, he could naturally recognize the drunk Hollywood superstar.

I don’t know how much wine the other party drank, but he could smell the obvious smell of wine from such a distance.

Is it because I have been under too much pressure recently? I have been criticized by public opinion too violently? I can only drown my sorrow with alcohol?

Just this afternoon, he was thinking that the movies he made and the situations he had made were nothing to do with him. Unexpectedly, he couldn't wait to come to the door at night and almost threatened the safety of his and Nicole's lives.

“My life is over!”

Suddenly, Mel Gibson from the police car shouted excitedly, "Do you know? The whole Burbank is my territory? I can easily settle you policemen!"

The drunk Hollywood superstar was obviously in a state of extreme emotion. The officer opened the door of the patrol police car and wanted him to get in, but Mel Gibson refused to obey and ran towards his own Lexus while shouting something. The officer immediately chased after him, subdued the tough guy on the screen in a few times, and handcuffed him, pushing him towards the patrol car.

The police officer seemed a little afraid of him and said while walking, "Mr. Gibson, I hope you can cooperate. Your actions have endangered the safety of others."

"The safety of others?" Mel Gibson's words were full of disdain, and the alcoholic language sprayed out, "I have money! I have enough money to settle this matter! Do you know how much money I made? Who is the other person? Where? Isn't it a matter of money..."

As he said that, he looked at John who was talking to another police officer, feeling a little familiar. He shook his head hard, and felt that his confused brain, stimulated by alcohol, became more awake and more excited.

"Isn't it just a matter of money?" He shouted loudly again after being pushed by the police.

The smell of unpleasant alcohol and these rude words all floated over and fell into Ryan and Nicole's ears, and Nicole's face became increasingly ugly...

Ryan patted her arm, and strode over while Mel Gibson still shouted ‘money and territory’, and stopped by the street light about five feet away from the patrol car.

"Mr. Gibson." Ryan shook his finger to the bodyguard who followed behind him, and said only one sentence, "Do you think I'm short of money?"

He didn't talk much, and his voice was not as loud as the other party, but it was extremely clear.

After saying this, Ryan turned around and left, too lazy to see the other person.

"Ryan Jenkins?"

Mel Gibson's slightly surprised voice came from behind, and then the drunken macho spoke louder, "You are a damn Jew! The Jews should be responsible for all the wars in the world..."

Ryan stopped, turned his head slowly, staring coldly at the drunk Mel Gibson, his soft eyes as sharp as a knife.

"There are all a bunch of miscellaneous people with Jewish descent!" The Australian movie star seemed to have all the anger he suffered during this period with alcohol. "If the Jews disappear, there will be no war in this world!"

After saying that, he asked the policeman behind him again, "Are you Jewish?"

After the other party shook his head, he turned to Ryan's side again, "The Jews will regret everything they have done to me..."

The sound of high heels falling to the ground came from behind. Ryan quickly reached out and grabbed Nicole, who was almost in a violent state. The Australian girl was so angry that her face was pale, and her light blue eyes were covered with ice.

Holding Nicole's hand hard, Ryan nodded to Mel Gibson who walked to the patrol car, "Very good, I will remember what you said, and I hope you can still remember what you say tomorrow."

Both officers looked at Ryan, and they looked at each other, knowing that things were in trouble tonight would inevitably cause an uproar.

Mel Gibson actually made racist remarks about Ryan. If the matter is exposed, he will definitely be done.

Even if they are not insiders in Hollywood, these two officers understand this. Perhaps drunkenness is an excuse?

However, neither of them was a fool. They looked at each other tacitly and made a decision to deal with it as openly and fairly as possible and try not to get involved.

"This matter involves my reputation and personal safety." Ryan remained calm and had no benefit in impulsiveness. "I will follow you to the police station."

He turned his head and looked at Nicole again, whispering, "Dear, go back first, I think there should be no way to rest tonight."

"No." Nicole shook her head firmly and held his hand tightly, "I'll be with you."

"All right."

Ryan looked at the bodyguard behind him again, and the other party made an ok sign.

Just as Mel Gibson said those racist words, the bodyguard activated the tape recorder he carried with him. They were all old men around Ryan, knowing when to do what.

He got on the Rolls-Royce, which had a little paint scraped off, followed the patrol car and slowly drove towards the Burbank police station. On the road, John notified lawyer Wilson to meet at the police station, and then called ABC TV and the Los Angeles Times one after another.

Some things can be discussed privately, but if you say them publicly, you have to pay a price! (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!