after falling asleep

Chapter 815 10. The little story of Mu Susu begins
Slack's plan is simple: a fake Smith can pretend to be a real Smith, and of course the real Smith can fake back.

The first step is to find the fake Smith, the second step is to replace the real Smith, and the third step is to make the fake Smith disappear.

It is similar to the steps of putting an elephant in a refrigerator.

The reason why even the plan in the drawer can gather a thick layer of dust is that they lack a person to implement the plan.Smith, tall enough but too skinny to knock over.Slack?You don't need to hit him to fall over.

Rohard was different.He is ruthless enough to touch the police with a deadpan face, and he is the perfect candidate to implement the plan.

Although Rohard didn't have the same skin color as Smith, he was a little annoyed, but on the bright side, it was also a natural protective color-the police didn't believe that niggers wandered the streets at night, and there was no problem changing to a white one.

"Smith, where's your laptop," Slack yelled.

Smith went over and pulled the laptop from the pile of toilet paper under the bed and threw it at Slack.

"Damn nigga... what did you do with it!"

"What a man should do."

Slack had to pinch his orchid fingers to turn on the computer and turn it on, and then, as if God had compensated him for his lameness, his hands turned into afterimages and quickly typed on the keyboard on the computer.

I don't know who stipulated that computer experts must not use a mouse to use a computer.

Layers of windows pop up and cover each other.

I don't know who stipulated it. At this time, data streams that no one can understand will flow quickly on the screen.

Pat-pat-pat-pat--

There was a clatter of typing on keyboards in the garage.Smith crossed his arms and silently mouthed to Rohard proudly: See, this is my brother!

I don't know who stipulated it, but the last touch must be finished with a crisp space bar.

"It's done, that guy is recording a single in his studio, and he will go to the commercial bank to negotiate a contract in 51 minutes, then go play golf, and return to his mansion in Beverly Manor at seven in the evening." Slack turned the screen, There was a gleam of confidence in his eyes.

"Correct me, it's my mansion."

Rohard lowered his head, his glasses reflected the fluorescence on the screen.

Inside is another Smith, a more temperamental Smith with an approachable smile standing on the red carpet.

"See, these flashlights should belong to me..." Smith gradually clenched his fists, and whispered in a lonely voice.

A palm patted him, and Slack whispered, "We're taking back what's ours from that ugly nigger right now."

Smith nodded lightly: "Yes brother, we're going to defeat that bastard and return to glory—wait... what?"

A client, a cripple, a taciturn cold-blooded chrysanthemum madman... a very strange lineup.But even movie plots like swapping identities will appear, and it doesn't seem so strange for three strange guys to team up.

Obviously, the taciturn character design prevents players from doing too many multiple-choice questions.

After a few more chats, they headed to the recording studio to capture the fake Smith.

Smith got out of his old car, but there were only two seats in it, and there were three of them.

Smith said it was okay, and let Rohard drive, and the two of them squeezed into the co-pilot.

"Go straight to the music room, and you stop when I say stop." Smith's words were mixed with Slack's complaints.

Just two blocks away in such a crowded way, Slack suddenly pointed to a parked car on the side of the road: "Stop, this is it."

【stop】

【Go ahead】

[Crash into it! 】

The option box appeared, and then Musu and his friends lost easily.

Mu Su muttered something like "I won't take you guys to play next time on Nightmare Difficulty", seeing the muscle car parked next to the car in the picture, Smith got out of the car, looked around, and sneakily took out a string of wires Push the car lock and open the door naturally to enter.

Bang.

Smith closed the door and the car was started shortly after.

"Follow me."

Smith lowered the window and stepped on the accelerator with pride.

"Those who are capable are still capable even if they are poor." Finally, Slack, who no longer had to endure the crowding, sat down, and turned on the radio, not knowing whether it was a compliment or a sarcasm.

【Ocean man, take me by the hand Lead me to the land, that you understand~】(Ocean man, take me by the hand Lead me to the land, that you understand~)

A brisk rhythm streamed from the radio, and Slack leaned back in his seat.

【Ocean man, the voyage to the corner of the globe~】(Ocean man, sailing to every corner of the world is the real travel~)

The camera floats up to the roof, following the two cars in tandem as they drive down Los Angeles Avenue on the West Coast.

【Ocean man, the crust of a tan man Imbibed by the sand, Soaking up the thirst of the land~】(Ocean man, the crust of a tan man Imbibed by the sand, soaking up the thirst of the land~)

And cheerful and beautiful music.

As soon as the screen changed, the music faded away, and in the dusk that was approaching evening, on a street, two cars pulled into the roadside and parked.

click -

Smith pushed open the car door, glanced up at the three-story recording studio, pushed the sunglasses he found in the cart, and walked to the muscle car.

Rohard turned to look at him.

"The recording studio is up there, see those bodyguards?" Smith motioned Rohard to look at the entrance of the recording studio.

Two muscular black men in suits stood guard at the door.

"There's more inside, we'd better wait here and wait for that guy to come out by himself." Smith reached out and bumped fists with Slack, the co-pilot, and threw him a walkie-talkie.

"Act by chance."

Smith slipped back into the car ahead.Soon, his voice shifted over the intercom.

Black chatter is a stereotype.Just like blacks have white teeth, blacks have good physical fitness, and blacks look the same——

But Smith chattered for real, and while waiting for the fake Smith to come out, he and Slack hurt each other, black jokes were endless, and of course there was a black man who didn't have a father.

This reminded Musu of a black friend of his.Before the plot unfolds, cut out the game and open the chat window.

"All eyes are on me!"

"Everyone, I have an announcement!"

"I want to tell a story!"

"Ahem... I have a black friend. He was born at the bottom, but unlike those compatriots who ended up in gangs or receiving relief funds, he is studious and hardworking."

"You can never imagine how uncommon it was for a black man to become a white-collar worker in the 80s."

"He can achieve these achievements thanks to the nuns in the neighborhood church. Every time he encounters a problem, he will go to the nuns and ask them. The nuns know everything like a god and tell him the answer."

"Once he went to the bar to drink with his colleagues after get off work. His friend said that yesterday he went to the amusement park with his family members, father, mother, sister and younger brother to play Dynamic Express."

"Of course he has been to an amusement park, but he has never heard of this word, so after parting that night, he went to the church to find the nun. He was as solemn as every time he asked the nun, and asked the nun a word he could not understand."

"What does father mean?"

(End of this chapter)