Chapter 139 Williams Gifts York

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Lillian screamed, her face full of anger and she hit him with a toy in her hand.

York quickly dodged and ran towards the garage with big feet.

Just kidding, even if he wasn't afraid of pain, he didn't want to be hit on the head by such a hard-cornered toy.

Judging from the annoyed look on Lillian's face, she must have done something ruthless.

While running and dodging towards the garage, Yorks saw the old man Michael appearing from the corner in front of him.

The old man's clothes were covered in oil and he had some tools in his hands. It seemed that he was maintaining his car again.

Michael stood there looking at York who was running and hiding with a look of surprise, and Lillian with messy hair who was chasing York with a toy in her hand, and smiled.

"What's wrong with you?"

Yorks ran past him and said, "Old man, you just got it repaired? Lend it to me for a stroll."

Michael twitched his lips, looked at York's back as he continued to run towards the garage, and shouted, "Don't damage my car, kid!"

York waved his hand: "No! Don't worry, my skills are guaranteed!"

Lillian then ran past Michael and saw the figure in front of her getting farther and farther away. She was afraid that she could not catch up with him, but she still insisted on chasing York with the toy in her hand.

But after running a few steps past the old man, she couldn't help crying.

"Grandpa! York messed up my hair that I had just done! And he even said the clothes I wore were ugly last night! I'm going to beat him to death!"

Hearing this, Michael just smiled and did not reply. Instead, he looked at the backs of the two figures, one big and one small, as they ran around the corner and disappeared. Then he laughed and continued to walk slowly towards where he wanted to go.

At this moment.

Yorks shook off Lillian at super speed and walked into the garage.

Ignoring those so-called luxury cars, Yorks found his target at the first opportunity.

Compared to these parked luxury cars, it is the old man’s favorite car, the Ford Mustang Boss 429, that is worth recalling.

This may be because they are used to eating delicacies from land and sea, and occasionally have some light porridge and side dishes.

What’s important is that the old man’s hobby after retirement is to tinker with his car or watch a ball game from time to time.

Although he tinkered with it, he didn't usually drive it. At most, he just maintained it and tinkered with it while reminiscing about his memories.

So as a result of the old man's constant tinkering, this Ford Mustang Boss 429 has undergone great changes.

The initial version of that year used a 7.0L racing V8 engine.

Now it has an even more exaggerated 8.4L direct injection V8 engine with a horsepower of 815! The front and rear suspension systems have been modified, and the tires are equipped with 18-inch Michelin Pilot Sport 2 performance tires.

This is quite exciting to drive.

After all, this car is purely rear-wheel drive and does not have any electronic systems. This kind of purely mechanically operated, high-horsepower rear-wheel drive car is not something that ordinary people can handle.

I took a look and saw that the key was still inside, and Lillian's screams were still ringing in my ears.

"Don't run! Aaaaah!"

Yorks opened the car door and after entering, there was a smell of oil as if it had just been serviced, but it was not unpleasant overall.

At the same time, because of his tall stature, when Yorks sits in the seat, he feels like he is sitting on the ground, with his whole body wrapped in the seat, just right.

"It feels good. No wonder the old man still keeps this car."

Yorks praised, turned the key in the ignition, and drove towards the main door of the garage before Lillian arrived.

The explosive roar of the engine sounded, and the rear end of the car vibrated and sprayed out exhaust gas.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

What was left at the end was Lillian's unwilling cry.

Yorks glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Lillian standing there, her figure getting smaller and smaller.

With a slight smile on his face, York continued to drive towards the West Canyon Police Station.

The location of the West Canyon Police Station is relatively close to Los Angeles' most famous super-rich areas, Hollywood and Beverly Hills.

Therefore, the distance between the house and Sheffield Manor was not that far, which was why he went there to pick up the express delivery as soon as possible. Since it was something that Mr. Williams had specially handed to him before his death, Yorks thought it would be best to get it as soon as possible.

However, York always felt that this express delivery became quite mysterious after Mr. Williams' death.

You know, he had made a judgment about Mr. Williams.

And Mr. Williams also spoke about his identity.

A retired officer who had fought in a real battlefield.

What on earth would such a person leave for him?
York thought about it over and over again, but still couldn't figure out what it could be. After all, they had only met each other twice.

"It can't be money or some inheritance, right?" Yorks reasoned randomly and turned to leave the lane.

"Wow! Man, this car of yours is so cool!"

As the car passed by, the black driver inside praised loudly.

Yorks tapped his forehead with his index and middle fingers to express his gratitude, then moved to another lane and continued driving towards the West Canyon Police Station.

West Canyon Police officers faced the parking lot, and instead of getting out of the car, Yorks picked up his phone and called Diane to ask her to come out.

Diane: "Okay, wait for me."

After getting the reply and hanging up the phone, Yorks looked towards the West Canyon Police Station. During his administrative leave, he would normally not go into the police station as it would be too conspicuous.

Less than a minute later, York saw Diane appear in the lobby outside the main entrance holding a packaged cardboard box and drove the Ford Mustang Boss 429 over.

His movement attracted Diane's attention. She looked at the car and York sitting inside, raised her eyebrows, walked over and said when the Mustang Boss 429 stopped in front of her.

"Where's the F150 Ford Raptor you usually drive?"

York answered truthfully: "I had it washed."

Diane raised her eyebrows and took a look, then handed the cardboard box in her hand to York: "You look unfamiliar. Do you usually drive this kind of car to pick up girls?"

"I've reformed myself, and the point is, this isn't my car."

Diane's face, covered in makeup, was full of disbelief.

York ignored her and took the carton from Diane's hand. He glanced at the list attached to it to confirm that it did have the name of Mr. Williams, Williams Ryan.

There was another sentence on the list: Williams Ryan to York Sheffield.

This obviously has nothing to do with the bomb, but the only suspicious thing is why Mr. Williams knew his last name.

Did he check my information specifically? York narrowed his eyes slightly, temporarily hiding his doubts.

"Thanks, Diane." Yorks reached out and took the packaged coffee and snacks from the passenger seat next to him and handed them to Diane.

"I bought it for you on the way."

Diane was a little surprised. After taking all these things, she said with reluctance in her eyes: "You are so generous this time. Are you really going to the detective bureau and not come back?"

Yorks was not surprised why Diane knew: "I don't know, I'll wait for the arrangement."

"Well, for a moment I suddenly thought that no one would praise me anymore, and I felt a little disappointed, but..."

Diane smiled and took a step back with the packaging bag: "I still wish you a safe journey."

"You too." York nodded, glanced at the front of the West Canyon Police Station, and smiled gently.

"You look beautiful today, Diane, but to be honest, I think you'd look better with some light makeup."

Diane was stunned for a moment, then she responded and nodded with a smile.

"I'll try."

"Well, I'm leaving!"

"it is good."

Under Diane's smiling gaze, Yorks stepped on the accelerator and left the West Canyon Police Station.

Finally, York chose to park the car on a quiet street, looked at the small packaging box on the passenger seat, and reached out to pick it up.

(End of this chapter)