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(1) the outlaw new york.
"Bang-!"
This is how drivers in new york honk their horns. Whether it's traffic jam, losing your temper with others, or expressing your happiness, there is only one tone, that is, firmly honking the horn and making a monotonous long sound. If there is a traffic jam, every angry room will make this sound and gather together to make a March of human electromechanical civilization.
Towering buildings on both sides of the street divide Manhattan into countless well-shaped "canyons". At this time, there was a long queue under the "Canyon", and the electromechanical March echoed in the urban canyon.
The car in front hit a tall young man in China and suddenly braked. The wheel stopped, but it didn't stop. It skidded to the side of the road and hit a parked car again.
The black driver in the car watched the China man suddenly rush out of the crosswalk, smashed his hood like an elk, rolled over his roof, and then saw him fall heavily on the asphalt pavement in the rearview mirror.
His body blocked the car coming from behind, and a series of collisions happened in one second. The front and rear hoods of his car were knocked open and became a treasure.
The black driver quickly got off the bus and cursed the damn devil. ...