Chapter 15 [Drift Event in Qingtai Mountain] (2)

The motorcycle riders obviously didn't believe him, so why didn't the police drive a police car? And Zhang Yang was not wearing a police uniform.

Du Yufeng's eyes fell on the seventh bend in the distance, where the road was relatively wider, and overtaking there should be able to stop all the five speedmen. He loudly reminded Zhang Yang: "Sit firmly!" He stepped on the accelerator under his feet, and Xiao Bao rushed forward frantically, successfully surpassing the two motorcycle riders at the corner.

Several motorcycle riders began to gain a new understanding of this Songhua River bread. It seems that the final results of the car not only depend on the performance of the car itself, but more importantly on the driver's technology, especially on such a hovering mountain road.

Du Yufeng's superb driving skills were fully utilized. He had already passed five corners in a row without slowing down, leaving four speedmen behind. The sixth corner ahead. The driver driving the red Piaggio saw from the rear mirror that the small face of Songhua River was approaching and obviously began to accelerate, and instantly opened the distance between him and Xiaobao.

Du Yufeng felt something was wrong. He intuition had already determined that the other party would definitely not be able to successfully turn the corner ahead at such speed. He accelerated forward and tried to stop the motorcycle before it rushed down the cliff, forcing the other party to brake. However, the other party obviously misunderstood his meaning. Red Piaggio rushed into the thick night like a ball of flame. When the motorcycle found a turning point near zero in front of him, he rushed to brake, but it was too late. The tires rubbed on the ground and made a harsh scream. A burnt smell spread along the mountain wind. The motorcycle flew out of the motorcycle screaming and fell into the dark cliff below. After a while, he heard a dull explosion.

Du Yufeng stepped on the brake with all his strength, and the tires added two dark marks to the ground, and his expression became extremely heavy. Everything in front of him was not what he wanted to happen. Things have developed to the point where they have completely lost control.

The four motorcycle riders behind slowed down and they had clearly seen the whole process ahead.

Zhang Yang pushed open the car door and jumped down. Several drivers looked at the pistol in his hand. Who would dare to continue moving forward? He hurriedly turned the front of the car and fled backward.

Du Yufeng took a while to get out of the car, and his expression seemed a little nervous. He asked Zhang Yang for the pistol and put it in the holster. Zhang Yang came to the cliff and looked down. There was a fire burning in his sight. It should be the flames ignited by the explosion after the motorcycle fell. If he fell from such a high place, he might have fallen into flesh mud. Zhang Yang looked back at Du Yufeng and asked in a low voice: "What should I do?"

Du Yufeng's mood is so bad now that he roars: "How do I know?"

Zhang Yang glared at him without any concession: "What the hell are you yelling at me? Anyway, the matter has already happened, so I have to think of a solution, just calling it a waste of money."

Du Yufeng calmed down when he yelled. He took out the packet of red camellia, took out a cigarette and lit it, and took a strong sip: "You guard the scene, I'll go back and call someone!"

Zhang Yang looked at Du Yufeng with some sympathy, nodded and said, "Be careful when driving!"

Du Yufeng patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder, and depressedness was written on his face. What happened tonight was by no means a trivial matter. He had already premonitioned his bleak future. He whispered to Zhang Yang: "Xiao Zhang, don't worry, I will take on all this matter and will not implicate you."

Zhang Yang felt warm in his heart. At this time, Du Yufeng was able to say such words, which proved that he was a responsible person. Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not a person who is afraid of trouble. I will not evade responsibility for the matter tonight."

The two men looked at each other and saw the gratitude and trust in each other's eyes. Du Yufeng threw half a pack of red camellia to Zhang Yang: "Wait, I'll be back soon!"

Looking at Du Yufeng driving away, Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh. Although he didn't know what impact this incident would have, one thing could be concluded that this incident would never be easy and perfunctory. Maybe someone would be unlucky because of this. Zhang Yang took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and imitated Du Yufeng's appearance and put it in his mouth. Only then did he realize that Du Yufeng did not leave fire for him when he left. He shook his head helplessly. The night had become increasingly thicker and a faint mist appeared around him. Zhang Yang jumped in place bored twice, but he seemed to hear a shout for help in his ear.

Zhang Yang thought it was his illusion, but after listening carefully, the sound seemed to come from the cliff, sharp and thin. "Help... save me..." The sound was shattered by the mountain wind. If it weren't for Zhang Daren's super strong ear power, the sound would have been ignored.

Zhang Yang walked towards the cliff, squatted down, eliminated distractions in his mind, and tried to distinguish the sound in the night wind. The faint call for help continued: "Help..." This time, Zhang Yang could finally make up that there was someone under the cliff, and the person calling for help must be the rider who rushed off the cliff because of a racing car. He didn't expect that the rider's life was so great.

Du Yufeng just left and shouldn't come back soon. Unfortunately, fog has begun to rise in the mountains, and there is a tendency to become thicker and thicker. If Zhang Yang does not go to save people in time, once the fog is rich, it will become more difficult to find the target. What makes Zhang Yang most worried is that if he falls down from such a high cliff, the motorcycle rider is very likely to be seriously injured. If he does not receive timely treatment, he may not be able to find him.

Zhang Yang sighed and said to himself, "I haven't used light skills for many years!" He took a deep breath, grabbed the edge of the cliff, and used his arms to support him, Zhang Yang was already hanging above the cliff. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and when he was ten years old, he was able to climb the cliff with his bare hands. Although this skill has been put on hold for more than 1,300 years, he has not become unfamiliar with time. Zhang Yang slowly descended along the steep cliff. At the beginning, he did not have much confidence in his current level of light skills, but with the adaptation to the cliff environment, his actions became more and more relaxed.

As the distance approached, the sound began to become clearer and clearer, and the fog became thicker and thicker. This greatly affected Changyang's vision. He carefully looked for the gap in every drop of his hand and shouted: "Where are you? I'm here to save you!"

When I heard someone really came to save me, the voice became excited: "I was stuck under you by the stone!"

"Nonsense, I know you are under me!" Zhang Yang distinguished the location of the sound in the fog. From the sound, he heard that the person who was speaking was probably a girl. It was unimaginable that the fierce knight who was galloping across the eighteen plates just now was actually a woman.
Chapter completed!