Slake's plan is very simple: fake Smith can fake real Smith, and of course real Smith can fake it 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's similar to the steps to put an elephant in a refrigerator.

The reason why even the plan in the drawer can fall into thick dust is that they lack a person to implement the plan. Smith, tall enough but thin enough to fall down when hit. Slake? If you don't need to hit him, you will fall down.

Rohad is different. He is cruel enough to be ruthless and can face the police tentacles, and is a perfect candidate to implement the plan.

Although Rohard was a little unhappy with the same skin color as Smith, on the plus side, this is also a natural protective color - the police don't believe that niggers wander around the streets at night, and there is no problem with changing to white people.

"Smith, where is your laptop," yelled Slake.

Smith walked over and pulled out the laptop from a pile of toilet paper under the bed and threw it on Slake.

"Damn nigger...what have you done with it!"

“What men should do.”

Slake had to pinch orchid fingers and flip the computer to turn on it, and then, as if God compensated him with a lame leg, his hands turned into afterimages and quickly typing on the keyboard on the computer.

I don’t know who stipulates that computer experts will definitely not be able to use a mouse when using a computer.

Layer windows pop up and cover each other.

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

只我只我只我只我只我只我只我只我只我只我只我只我只我只我只我只我只我只我只我只我只我

The sound of typing the keyboard in the garage was filled with sounds. Smith put his hands on his chest and lipped silently at Rohard with a proud look: Did you see it? This is my brother!

I don’t know who stipulated it, so you must use the crisp space bar to finish the last time.

"It's done, that guy is recording a single in his studio. He will go to the commercial bank to negotiate a contract, then play golf, and return to his Beverly Manor manor at 7pm." Slake turned around

The screen, a light shining in the eyes called confidence.

"To correct it, it's my mansion."

Rohard lowered his head, his glasses reflected the fluorescent light on the screen.

There is another Smith inside, a Smith standing on the red carpet, with a more elegant and approachable smile.

"Did you see it? These flashes should be mine..." Smith gradually clenched his fists and murmured in a low voice.

With a palm slapping him, Slake whispered: "We are now hiding from that ugly nigger's hand that belongs to us."

Smith nodded slightly: "Yes, brother, we are going to defeat that bastard and return to the glory of the past-wait...what?"

A party involved, a cripple, a taciturn and cold-blooded chrysanthemum maniac...a very strange lineup. However, even movie plots like the exchange of identities will appear, and it seems that three strange guys will not be so strange to form a team.

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

After chatting for a few more words, they were about to go to the recording studio to capture fake Smith.

Smith drove his classic car, but there were only two seats on it, and they had three.

Smith said it was okay and let Rohard drive, the two of them were crowded in the co-pilot.

"Drive directly to the music room, and I say you'll stop when you stop." Smith's words were mixed with Slake's complaints.

Just as he drove out two blocks in a crowded manner, Slake suddenly pointed to a parked car on the side of the road: "Stop, this one."

【Stop】

【Continue to move forward】

【Crash into it!】

The option box appears, and then Mu Su and his friends lose easily.

Mu Su muttered, "I won't take you to play with the difficulty of the nightmare next time." Seeing the muscle car parked next to the car, Smith got out of the car, and after looking around, he sneaked out a string of iron wire.

Pull the lock and naturally open the car door and go in.

Bang.

Smith closed the door and the car was started soon.

"Follow me."

Smith lowered the window and stepped on the accelerator proudly.

"A person with ability is still capable even if he is down and out." Finally, Slake didn't have to endure the crowd anymore. I didn't know whether it was a compliment or a sarcasm, and turned on the radio.

【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 vast ocean you know~)

Flashing briskly from the radio, Slake leaned back to the seat.

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

The camera floats on the roof and follows two cars one by one and one behind and one on 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 tanned man wrapped in yarn, soaking the dry land~)

There is also cheerful and beautiful music.

As the picture turned, the music faded, and as the evening was approaching, two cars drove into the street to park on the side of the road.

Click—

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

Rohard turned to look at him.

"The recording studio is right above. Have you seen those bodyguards?" Smith motioned to Rohard to look at the entrance to the recording studio.

Two strong black men in suits were guarding the door.

"More inside, we'd better wait here for that guy to come out by himself." Smith reached out and fisted Slake, the co-pilot, and threw him a walkie-talkie.

“Action according to the opportunity.”

Smith slipped back into the car in front. Soon, his voice was changed from his tone.

Black chatter is a stereotype. It’s just like black people with white teeth, black people have good physical fitness, and black people look the same-

However, Smith is really talking, waiting for the fake Smith to come out, he and Slake are hurting each other, and black people are constantly laughing at each other, and of course there are black people with no fathers.

This reminded Mu Su of a black friend. Before the plot could unfold, cut out the game and open the chat window.

"The whole eye is on me!"

"Everyone, I'll announce something!"

"I want to tell a story!"

"Ahem... I have a black friend. He comes from the bottom of the class, but unlike those compatriots who end up gangs or receive relief funds, he is studious and hardworking."

"You absolutely can't imagine how strange it was to be a black man to become a white-collar worker in the 1980s."

"He is very grateful to the nun in the neighborhood church for his achievements. Whenever he encounters a problem, he will ask the nun for questions. The nun also knows everything like a god and tells him the answer."

"Once he and his colleagues went to a bar for a drink after get off work. His friend said yesterday he went to the amusement park to play the dynamic express with his family members, his parents, sisters and brothers."

"Of course he had been to the amusement park, but he had never heard of the word, so after parting that night he went to the church to find the nun, who was as serious as every time he asked a question, asking the nun what he could not understand."
Chapter completed!