Jack silently opened his hand. The pink car key was very coquettish, and there was a small pendant, which was a big headed military doll.

John and old Riley instantly felt... Oh, my God, it's so hot.

Amanda said, "John, you want to drive a sports car. There are several antique sports cars in the garage. Go and drive them."

Lilia was a little safer. "Don't drive a sports car. It's not safe."

"It's all right. He's so ostentatious that the killer probably doesn't recognize him."

Lilia thought it was reasonable.

John looked at Jack inconceivably, "Hey, Jack, you are on the list of a local tyrant."

Old Riley nodded, "it's a super local tyrant."

They can also casually give away a sports car with millions of dollars, but as powerful as their family, there are few good companies in the United States. They are really generous.

Although old Riley didn't agree that they were together, he also knew that they broke up. He couldn't help asking, "then what breakup fee did you send?"

Jack, "treat him to a meal."

"Oh, so stingy?"

"Did I give you enough pocket money?"

"Will your conscience be disturbed if you treat him to a meal and someone gives you a five million dollar car?"

"I remember you are not short of money at all."

The Anderson family came to a conclusion, Amanda united front, "no wonder you were kicked."

Jack, "..."

John said, "did Chinese soldiers have so much money? I really didn't expect it."

"It's the rich who are officials."

"It must be greedy."

Jack couldn't help arguing, "this is his sideline investment, not his family's money."

Old Riley said, "I'm young, and my sideline makes so much money. It's a pity that I can close my eyes if I'm a Chinese officer, even old Britain. Ah, it's a pity."

John had a deep shadow in his heart, "is his sideline the same as those who killed Matt in worry free gate? He specializes in dealing with all kinds of objections, provoking global mercenaries, killing people and stealing goods?"

Jack, "no, he doesn't do such a thing."

"That's excellent."

Amanda couldn't help interrupting their gossip, "what about the agreed outing?"

Lilia asked, "Jack, are you still in the mood for an outing?"

Jack asked, "when you decided to go on an outing, who asked my opinion?"

Old Riley, "your opinion is not important. It's so important that someone kicked you and gave you a sports car in the face. Your opinion is no longer worthy of respect. Go pack up and have an outing!"

Wesley had quietly packed an equipment bag and came over. He carried it over like a March, and looked at their family arguing in front of the sports car indifferently, "are you going for an outing?"

He's all packed up.

"Go!" The whole family spoke with one voice, except Jack.

Wesley asked, "brother, won't you go?"

"He's going!" Old Riley said, "he has no right to speak."

As soon as several elders turned around, they went to pack their things. What they said about the outing was not only horse racing, rafting, playing ball games, but also picnicking and hunting, and they planned to stay in the mountains for a night.

"How many tents did you carry?"

"Two, clothes for you!" Wesley said.

Wesley carried a huge marching bag and walked around the sports car. "Did you buy it?"

"Someone sent it."

Wesley asked, "doesn't he know that our family only drives bulletproof cars?"

Jack, "maybe... I don't know."

His Ford classic car is also equipped with bulletproof devices. John is assassinated several times a year, and he is almost used to it