Death Race: Beyond Anarchy Page #2

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Stop eye f***ing me, a**hole.

Uncle Sam, has decided to provide

you with one roll of silver coin.

This will be your currency

inside the walls!

That's the hog wash!

Now, get yourselves ready,

we are appraching alpha bravo.

Go convicts, go, go!

Make the world a better place!

Get the f*** out of here!

How do I get in Death Race?

Find Baltimore Bob. If you got

what it takes, he will get you in.

Move, get off my bird now!

Go!

What are you staring at? Come on!

Who wants to play?

Come here, you mother...

On your knees!

Get the f*** on the

ground, for the fan.

What is this sh*t?

Shut your f***ing mouth!

Quit eyeballing me!

Well, ain't this a rainbow,

or a f***ing ugly?

- You folks lost?

- We're good.

You look lost.

No, we're good. Thanks.

You are good?

It's good.

Now give me your f***ing silver.

Why would we do that?

It's a landing tax.

Why don't you just

shoot us and take it?

Maybe I don't wanna

waste my bullets

on a gutter b*tch like you.

You are a real sweet talker. Ain't you?

Thanks, I try.

I don't think you have any bullets.

In fact,

I think you are shooting blanks.

Okay.

You folks wanna play it the hard way?

Up against the f***ing truck!

Is this what you wanted?

I got this bad feeling,

I owe you pretty boy.

We are square.

You the one, that gave

the cops a beating?

I don't want any trouble.

Oh, you don't?

Because if you tuned up the cops,

you are gonna have some.

I'm just looking for Baltimore Bob.

Jump in, cowboy.

I'll give you a ride.

F*** you, a**hole.

F*** off, 'Tilly.

If I had a dick,

here is what I tell your ass to suck it.

So your story, is that one unarmed man

took out you and your gang,

and pushed in my landing tax?

I'm sorry, Frank.

I'll do better next time.

There is no next time here in

the Sprawl, you know this.

You got sad here for killing cops,

and you can't handle one con?

Like I said, I am sorry Frank.

I'll do better next time.

He just got lucky.

Every piece of silver you collect,

goes right back to the Sprawl.

When my landing tax goes

uncollected, the city suffers.

Do you like to suffer?

I don't like to suffer, Frank.

That's him. That's the mother f***er!

- Hey, Bex.

- This guy is looking for Baltimore Bob.

'Course he is.

Connor Gibson, meet Jane.

It's good to meet you, Jane.

He is all yours, chica.

I'mma go dance on the pole.

So,

where's you moving from?

Long Beach.

What are you in it for?

Does it matter?

Does, for me.

I'm here because I'm here,

just like everyone else.

One of my tax collectors told me

you attacked him and then robbed him.

It's not exactly how it went down.

Enlighten me, convict.

Kill him Frank!

Your boy and his pals

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