The beautiful woman in front of her suddenly waved her flag down.
The Porsche 911, which only takes four seconds to accelerate from 100 kilometers to 100 kilometers, rushed out like an arrow from a string.
The little BMW's confusing acceleration from 100 kilometers to 100 kilometers... Let's not bring up this topic. At this time, it seemed to rush out quite quickly.
But the speed of the two cars is like a world 100-meter champion running with a primary school student. The difference is not even a little bit different.
In the blink of an eye, the Porsche 911 has disappeared.
"Chase! You should speed up!" Guan Yue stamped her feet anxiously, wishing she could reach out her feet and step on the accelerator for Chen Zifei.
Chen Zifei smiled bitterly and said: "I am already accelerating, but the acceleration is not that fast, what can I do?"
Guan Yue said with a bitter face: "What should we do? Are we going to lose?"
"I told you before that you can't win. You have to race against them. It's okay. Anyway, when we get to the intersection, we can just run away."
"Isn't it? Are we really going to run away?" Guan Yue had a grimace on his face.
"No? Are you kidding? Don't tell me that you really planned to compete with them from the beginning."
Guan Yue almost cried and said: "It's true. I thought you could win if you had a way. One million, are you going to sell me?"
"Pfft, you should have told me earlier." Chen Zifei stepped on the accelerator, and the little mini accelerated forward a little more.
In the Porsche 911 in front, the co-pilot looked at the speedometer and nervously grasped the handle above his head, saying: "Brother Feng, that's about it. We will definitely win. You don't have to go so fast."
The bald man held the steering wheel hard with both hands, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared straight ahead, gritting his teeth and said: "No! Not only do I want to win, but I also want to win beautifully. These two guys are really going to piss me off."
, I have to let them know how serious the consequences of messing with me will be."
"Curve! There is a curve ahead! Slow down! Slow down!"
The guy in the co-pilot always comes here to play, and he is quite familiar with the road conditions here. When he saw the curve in front of him, he immediately shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Holy shit!" The bald man naturally knew this corner, but he was so angry just now that he just wanted to drive the car to top speed, so he forgot about it.
Normally, on this curve, if you drive to 60, it will be just fine. If you drive to 60 or above, it will easily rush into the crop fields next to the road.
At this time, the speed of the Porsche 911 has almost reached 150. If you want to drop it below 60, you can only slam on the brakes hard.
Because he was a little panicked, the bald man stepped too hard, almost to 30 paces, and it was difficult to accelerate on the curve. As a result, he wasted about ten seconds on this curve.
"Brother Feng, they have surpassed us."
A small car silhouette rushed past the Porsche. It was Guan Yue's BMW Mini.
"Wow! Exceeded! Exceeded! You are so awesome, your driving skills are so great." Guan Yue sat in the car and shouted excitedly.
Although Chen Zifei's car couldn't pick up that much speed, it didn't slow down much in the curve and turned directly against the curb on the outer circle.
Chen Zifei said: "Don't be too happy. They were just too anxious just now, so they didn't handle the corners well. But when running in a straight line, it's all a matter of the car's performance. No matter how good the driving skills are, it's useless."
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"Holy shit, this is impossible!" The bald man roared, and he stepped on the accelerator. The speed of the car surged again, and he soon caught up with the Mini again, and then quickly pulled the Mini a few hundred meters away.
There is just such a bend on this road, but there is a turning point ahead, which is actually the small intersection where you turn in.
In a drag racing place, if it is just a straight road, then you can only see whose car performs better, which is not interesting. Therefore, the roads that are not easy to pass are the places where driving skills are challenged.
And this corner is not the place where driving skills are really tested, the turning point is the place where driving skills are really tested.
In drag racing, if you rush onto the main road, you will be deemed to have lost. Therefore, on this road where only two cars can drive, you want to turn around and come back, which really requires very good skills.
The most powerful people here need to have two wheels before they can be transferred back.
The bald head's level is actually not high, and he needs to adjust the three wheels before he can come back.
Then when you get here, you have to slow down or even stop, otherwise how can you turn it back.
The bald man had the upper hand, and as soon as he made some adjustments, the little BMW Mini rushed over.
"Holy crap! He doesn't slow down and he's going to hit me." The co-pilot's friend shouted again.
The bald man was also shocked. Is this life-threatening?
But when the little BMW Mini rushed forward, there was a screeching sound of brakes, and a puff of smoke emitted from the tires as they rubbed against the ground.
Then the car made a beautiful drift. It only paused for a moment. The front of the car had been adjusted in place, turned around and rushed back.
"Holy shit! Oh shit! It's drifting! It's so cool!" The co-pilot's friend also suddenly became excited.
The bald man was also stunned at this time. He had also played drifting, but it had to be in a very spacious place. If he could drift in such a small space, then he simply didn't have the ability at all.
At the finish line, everyone was talking and laughing.
"Come on, let's place your bets! How many seconds can Feng Ge hold the opponent down?"
"I bet ten seconds!"
"It still takes twenty seconds!"
While everyone was laughing and joking, the returning car lights appeared in everyone's sight.
"Holy crap! Those are not Porsche headlights!"
"Yes! That's a mini one!"
"No! What does Brother Feng do for food? Why did he let Little Mini win?"
Everyone was stunned, watching the little mini cross the finish line.
"One minute and twenty-six seconds! Holy shit!"
Suddenly a boy shouted, and then everyone looked at the little Mini like a monster.
The young people running this road all know the record of this road, which is one minute and thirty-two seconds. No one has ever run within one minute and a half.
The speed of a bald head is about one minute and forty seconds. This is such a difference. It would be weird if he didn't lose.
But this... the one that ran this speed was not a luxury sports car, or even a high-horsepower car. It was just a small car suitable for girls to drive and play. It could actually run like this.