Mine Is Clearly Bigger (Seeking Collection and Recommendation Tickets)

O'Conner, drawn by the noise, ignored Roman entirely. He too saw what was inside the container, and then... he completely overlooked Roman beside him.

"You son of a bitch!" O'Conner even swore under his breath. "Are you planning to start a war?"

O'Conner's reaction quickly drew the others over from inspecting the parts, and when they saw what was inside the container, their reactions were about the same as when they'd watched Reyes' men brazenly deliver money to the police station not long ago.

Shock. Dumbfounded.

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm here on vacation, and this... is just a little modification," Zhou Yi said with a grin. "Fully automatic Gatling gun, full-body bulletproof materials, bulletproof tires, reinforced and thickened, with the highest horsepower engine available... top speed 120 miles per hour, good for an hour or two without issue."

"Why only an hour or two?" Roman asked.

"Because going full speed for an hour or two leads to a very serious problem," Zhou Yi glanced at Roman and said. "Running out of gas."

Inside the container, a tall off-road vehicle that looked like an armored car sat quietly, fitted with external crash bars and thick armor. But what drew the most attention was the big thing mounted on it that would spit blue fire when it revved up!

No doubt about it—nobody wanted to test just how powerful that thing really was!

"An hour or two is plenty. With this, we could even charge in and rob the place successfully..." Toretto paused, then shook his head. "But we should try to keep casualties low. Reyes' men, fine if they die, but cops and civilians—if we can avoid affecting them, we'd better."

Even if the cops willing to work with Reyes were probably no saints, that wasn't a reason to go on a killing spree... They were after money, not lives.

Zhou Yi didn't plan to get involved in this. He just provided the gear, finished modifying the cars, and then followed his original plan to head for Rio Beach.

But even though Zhou Yi wanted to stay out of it, planning to hang back, collect his cut, upgrade his title, and then open the next world, trouble still came knocking.

Luke Hobbs, a U.S. Federal Agent, a muscle-bound brute whose actor, Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson, was affectionately known as "Little Rock" compared to O'Neal.

Hmm... something off there?

Not important. What mattered was that Hobbs had come knocking.

What could he do? Toretto and his crew had been way too flashy when they burned the money in Reyes' warehouse, and Hobbs had identified them through facial recognition tech.

After that, Hobbs dug up everyone connected to Toretto from past records, then filtered by "recently entered Rio," successfully singling out all the backup Toretto had called in.

But singling them out was one thing; finding them was another. Toretto and his crew weren't stupid. Aside from holing up in that abandoned factory, they didn't show their faces when moving around. Rio was a big, chaotic city, and Hobbs had no way to track them down—it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But one person hadn't gone into hiding.

Gisele still had to take part in this operation. If she wanted that ten-plus million dollars, she had to be in on it—no other way.

So Zhou Yi ended up heading to the beach alone. But for a billionaire with a killer body and a handsome face, finding a beautiful companion was hardly a problem.

Lying on a beach chair, feeling the sea breeze, Zhou Yi enjoyed the service of two bikini-clad girls applying sunscreen while taking in the ocean view.

And Hobbs had his sights set on Zhou Yi.

Everyone else was lying low, but here you were, strutting around in the open. Who else would he go after?

"But Hobbs, have you looked into Zhou's file?" Elena asked from the car. "He's a billionaire and a major shareholder in several big corporations!"

"That's not my concern," Hobbs shook his head. "He's not in the U.S. If he were, I'd have to worry about how tight he is with the local cops, who he's connected to in high places, or what status he holds. But out here, in a country where he has no influence, it's about who's got the bigger fist—and my fist is clearly bigger than his."

Soon enough, Hobbs, whose clothes and demeanor clashed with the beach vibe, led his men onto the sand, heading straight for Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi had just finished getting his sunscreen applied and was soaking up the sun when a shadow suddenly fell over him.

Opening his eyes, he saw a bald head... a sweaty, hairy bald head.

Zhou Yi: "..."

"In this weather, wearing these clothes on the beach, Officer, are you so weak that you're afraid of the cold?" Zhou Yi had no intention of continuing his sunbath under the gaze of that sweat-dripping bald head, so he stood up, stretched, and asked.

The women nearby, including Elena, instinctively glanced over, feeling their mouths go dry. Some even swallowed involuntarily.

No doubt about it—women react to a handsome guy much the same way men react to a beautiful woman, and it's completely instinctive.

"Zhou Yi, right?" Hobbs noticed the women's reactions too and felt a bit speechless.

My muscles are way bigger than his, so why don't you ever look at me like that?

If Zhou Yi knew what Hobbs was thinking, he'd probably answer: "Sorry, moderate fitness attracts women; excessive fitness attracts men... plus, I'm better-looking than you."

But Zhou Yi didn't have any mind-reading abilities, so he played dumb. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"I'm Luke Hobbs, federal agent," Hobbs flashed his badge, staring at Zhou Yi. "Mr. Zhou, I need you to tell me everything you know about Dominic Toretto, Brian O'Conner, and everyone else involved!"

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