The engine speed surged sharply, making a huge roar on the deserted street at midnight!
The speed on the dial in front of Fan Ning skyrocketed, from less than 40 kilometers per hour on the city road to 50, 60, 70 in a few seconds...
The two girls sitting in the back row were suffocated. They felt their whole bodies involuntarily stiffened, and then were firmly sucked to the backrest. The scenery on both sides receded faster and faster, and the wind poured in through the car windows and made a roaring sound.
, Qiong, who was sleepy and dazed, originally wanted to ask something with a blank look on his face, but just when he opened his mouth, what he wanted to say was choked back by the wind.
Xilan grabbed the armrest with one hand and fumbled with the other hand to quickly roll up the windows on both sides.
At this time, the car had reached the intersection. Fan Ning applied the brakes and the speed of the car dropped sharply from 80 to 50. While changing gears, he turned his other hand to the left, straightened the wheel to replenish the gas, and accelerated forward again.
"Kakakaka!——"
The tires screeched on the road and cut through the night sky, and there was a burning smell. Sheeran felt that her chest was painfully strangled by the seat belt, and Qiong, who had just stood up from the lying position, screamed, and her whole body
He was thrown straight away, and his face hit the passenger headrest.
"Hurry up and fasten your seat belt." Fan Ning's eyes were still slightly narrowed. As he quickly reminded him, the speed soared again. After breaking through 80 kilometers per hour, the pointer began to approach 100.
At this moment, he just saw the car's taillight turn and disappear again on the far side of the street.
"The paintings in your art museum are on that car?" Sheeran finally breathed and came back.
"Very likely."
Fan Ning held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, watching the benches, street lights, mailboxes and other things on both sides of the street passing by quickly in his field of vision, and suddenly felt a little sleepy.
...First, you searched the files, and then you drove too long while tired?
He bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth to make his eyes brighter. At this moment, the tire ran over a trash can that had been dumped on the roadside, causing the sewage to splash all over the floor.
He stepped on the brakes to slow down, turned to fill the oil, and heard the harsh sound of tire friction again. Fan Ning followed the path of the car in front and turned left again.
This is a narrow alley. A dirty old man is lying at the entrance of the alley, rolling and wailing. The area around his calf and knee has completely collapsed, which must have been caused by the car running over him.
The speed of the car was too fast, and his vision was blocked. Fan Ning almost drove over the man's face. He was so frightened that he swerved and the car swayed.
Summer is a relatively friendly season for homeless people. Many people in the narrow alley had been taking naps against the walls. At this time, most of them had stood up, fearing that they would not be able to get out of the way. However, there were still a few people who were sleeping soundly with their legs
Stretch very long
"Didi di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di di" The taillights of the car in front were looming. Fan Ning was driving at about 60 speeds and couldn't get up. He honked the horn anxiously to wake up these people.
Fan Ning had made such a big noise by turning and accelerating, and the people in the car in front must have known that they were chasing him. Now that he had chosen a tricky and weird path to try to get away, it was even more clear that there was something wrong with him.
"Sheeran, can you slow down the speed of the car or the driver's driving behavior?" Fan Ning asked in a deep voice.
"A shorter distance is needed in order to establish a spiritual connection. Slowing down the car is less effective, interfering with critical steering is more effective."
When Sheeran answered, the automatic pistol in his hand was loaded.
In the rush, the wheel of the big car turned around and passed by a homeless man who slept like a dead pig. The front hood of the car on the other side dented with a bang. The two cars were not put into the store at night.
The pancake cart was hit and flew away.
To say that Fan Ning was an experienced driver in his previous life means that he drove more miles, was prudent and efficient, and had fewer violations or accidents.
He is not a racing driver or a speedster, and he doesn't have any special driving skills. He has basically never experienced such unconventional speeding, and his knowledge of cars is only at the average level of a man in science and engineering.
The only thing that has improved now may be that after being promoted to a knowledgeable person, the feeling of vehicle control, collision space, or response sensitivity and other relatively mysterious things are better than before.
However, it seems that the other party also does not have any extraordinary driving skills, and even the ability to deal with this special road section is slightly inferior to Fan Ning, a person who has experienced all kinds of complex vehicle conditions or weird roads.
The car cover, which was dented in the previous collision, is slowly rising back to its original shape, and the scratches are gradually returning to their original shape.
"Joan, don't waste your inspiration fixing things that don't matter."
Fan Ning, whose spiritual senses were fully activated, felt the subtle changes in the car cover and gave a warning.
"Old injuries are harder to heal than new ones." Joan was already completely sleepless at this time, holding her arms tightly on the backrest of Fan Ning's driver's seat, "How much does this big car cost? Are you afraid that Mr. Monroe, the lawyer, will come back and get the shotgun?"
Are you chasing me?"
"This is considered a work-related injury." Fan Ning shifted gears and turned quickly, and the entire field of view through the windshield was spinning. "It only costs the same to scrap an ordinary nine-foot 'Boethius'... This person is probably a knowledgeable person.
If you can’t recover things later, the next few decades will be in vain.”
Fan Ning felt that his blood pressure was about to rush out of his head when he imagined that the other party's trunk was filled with oil paintings from the Turner Museum of Art.
Under the roar of the engine, the wheels kept screeching against the road or steps. The two cars turned around in the alley, and from time to time they darted off the road and entered another alley.
The distance between Fan Ning and the car in front of him got a little closer with every subtle operation.
Suddenly, he felt his eyelids twitching, deep fatigue overtaking him, his brain weighing like lead, the edges of his vision gradually closing, and a comfortable and comfortable warmth lingering in his consciousness.
"Carolon, be careful, this person has studied the hidden knowledge of the Lord of Witnesses, 'Winter Wind'." Qiong's soft voice warned.
Fan Ning woke up spiritually at the same time, his eyes suddenly opened, and the car had already driven ten meters forward at a slight angle.
There was no time to escape, and the tables, chairs, fences and umbrellas in the small courtyard in front of a cafe were smashed to pieces.
Cracks appeared on the windshield and disappeared quickly.
"It's possible that there is indeed 'wildness' in his spirituality." Sheeran said.
"And 'Candle'." Fan Ning stared ahead.
More and more lights came on in the windows of the houses in the small street. One household opened the window, shined a flashlight on two cars that passed by, and made righteous accusations. The man in the opposite building even complained.
He yelled at Fan Ning's car taillights, threw the beer bottle a hundred meters away, and finally landed ten meters away.
"Hey, police? My stall was smashed!"
"I want to call the police. Someone is deliberately damaging city public facilities in the middle of the night!"
"East Mecklon Police Department? Someone is driving late at night to cause trouble. Do you care about it?"
Households with good conditions and equipped with telephones began to call the police.
"Hey, is there a fugitive in the Police Security Bureau!...Hey, I didn't hear what you said...Prison escape? Yes, yes, someone may have escaped from prison!"
"They killed people! It seems they killed several... no, dozens of them!"
"It seems that people were kidnapped in the two cars, and maybe there were also explosives and firearms!"
"The drag racing driver shouted from the air that he was going to kill me!"
More and more outrageous calls were made to the police and security bureau. These citizens, who had heard about the efficiency of the empire's public security system, were well aware of the principle that "the bigger the problem, the faster the police will be dispatched."
They are skilled at exaggerating: first, they must rely on basic facts and not make things out of thin air; second, they must show in their wording that they are frightened and emotionally unstable; and finally, they must label the exaggerated situation with uncertain and speculative adverbs - this way
Even if there are deviations in subsequent reports, it will be difficult for them to be held accountable.
Fan Ning, who was holding the steering wheel, suddenly wanted to close his eyelids. He swerved left and right, and his rearview mirror caused sparks on the street lamp pole. His uncontrollable flick broke the glass window of the clothing store and the mailbox.
The letters in the box were scattered like snowflakes.
…A row of lampposts? A mailbox in front of a clothing store?
"Why do I feel like I drove past this place half a minute ago?" Fan Ning stared at the car's taillights that appeared and disappeared in front of him, always separated by an intersection from him, and suddenly felt something was wrong.
He endured the drowsiness and yawned while reaching for the large black glass bottle from the storage area, smashing it into pieces and throwing it into the passenger seat.
Nearly 100 milliliters of 100% pure "candle" radiant spiritual fluid flowed meanderingly, and the luminous liquid evaporated in the car with the shadow of flames.
Fan Ning then took a few deep breaths and stretched out his thread of inspiration to embrace this cheering space.
This extremely inefficient way of burning money makes the sleepy inspiration in everyone's brain become active and sharp.
The scenery in the alley burned to ashes, and the field of vision suddenly widened. There were silhouettes of buildings of different heights on both sides of the river. There were sparse reflections of gas lamps on the river, and a bridge that was neither wide nor narrow spanned the other side.
...using illusions caused by previous memories?
The Pushor River West Bridge was completed earlier than the bridge in the South Dockside area. It is called the "Mecklen Old Bridge" among citizens and has a total length of more than 2 kilometers.
I just drove from the opposite direction an hour ago. For the current direction, it has a steeper and shorter uphill slope and a gentler and longer downhill slope.
The sound of police sirens and motorcycles could be heard faintly from behind.
"...I shouldn't have asked if anything was going to happen before I drove home today."
This inexplicable encounter in front of her made Fan Ning secretly curse himself for talking nonsense when he had nothing to do.
But it would be much easier to handle a straight bridge deck.
The size of my car is obviously larger than that of the other car, and so is its displacement.
Fan Ning downshifted again and kicked the accelerator to the bottom!
"Ang!!!!~~"
The engine was once again pulled to a rarely seen speed, and the car quickly climbed up the hill, and the car's taillights were seen again.
The speed of the car was over 100, but Fan Ning still pressed on the accelerator.
First it was 100 kilometers per hour, then 120, 140, 160, 180... The three of them felt gradually weightless, and the car started to fly very fast on the long downhill road.
Moreover, he was still occupying the opposite lane. Fortunately, there were no other vehicles on the bridge at this time.
After a quick operation, due to the illusion's delay of a few seconds, the distance opened by the car in front slowly shortened again.
200 meters, 150 meters, 100 meters...
When overtaking, half of the bodies of the two cars were already flush. Fan Ning used his spiritual sense to determine that there was only one person on the other side.
The outer edge of the soft felt hat stretched out from the opponent's driver's seat and was pointed at his own, as well as the barrel of the shotgun.
After firing two consecutive "bang" and "bang" shots, Fan Ning held the steering wheel steady with both hands and tilted his head instinctively. But then he discovered that the car window glass had a certain bulletproof effect, and each shot did not completely shatter it.
In the blink of an eye, it was repaired by Qiong.
The distance was close enough, and at the next moment, Fan Ning's invisible thread of inspiration reached towards the steering wheel in the opponent's hand, and towards the hottest core in the hood of his car.
When the inspiration simulations were pulling each other, Fan Ning felt that he was being hindered to a certain extent, as if his body had passed through a shell of ice, and he shivered all over.
Naturally, he couldn't look directly at the situation inside the other person's car. Judging from the external appearance, it didn't look like it had completely stalled. It just started to twist and turn on the downhill road, and returned to normal a few seconds after losing control.
But it was enough, Fan Ning had already passed in front of him.
The brakes were stepped on, the steering wheel was twisted violently, the wheel hubs grinded on the ground and white smoke was emitted, a strong smell of rubber filled the cabin, and the entire car body lay directly across the bridge.
"Click!——"
After Fan Ning completed overtaking, the car braked all the way and stopped more than three meters in front of him with a harsh sound.
At this moment, Fan Ning finally saw clearly the young man with a broad forehead and cold eyes sitting in the driver's seat.
It is none other than Meyers Benjamin, the former Special Patrol Agent investigator who went crazy and burned paintings at the auction house!
The two sides' eyes met for an instant, and when it became clear that it was three against one, Benjamin made up his mind not to get entangled.
"Doesn't this guy act like he's crazy?"
After Fan Ning stopped, he pulled out the automatic pistol from under the seat: "Sheeran, don't let him turn the steering wheel!"
Behind the windshield, Benjamin was about to turn around, but he suddenly felt the halo of the surrounding scenery swirling, and his thoughts seemed to have fallen into a thick slurry. The entire process of steering the wheel to death became extremely long.
The front and rear windows of the large car lying on the road were rolled down. Fan Ning and Sheeran held guns at the same time, pointing at the wheel hub of the car and pulling the trigger.
"Bang bang bang bang!!——"
Ice fog filled the wheel hub, and the first bullet penetrated the black rubber texture, and the entire bullet body was submerged in it, while the subsequent bullets only shot out clusters of broken ice.
Benjamin decisively gave up the U-turn, shifted into reverse gear, and stepped on the accelerator.
At the same time, a small black object sparkling with sparks was thrown and flew towards Fan Ning's car.
The trajectory of the sparks across the air was slower than usual, and Benjamin was a little slow to step down, but the latter did not waste him too much time. The car began to slowly back up the slope on the bridge.
Fanning and Sheeran quickly rolled back the car windows, and when it slowly approached the car, the windows were already closed.
But the glass seemed to have been melted through, and this inconspicuous object passed directly through it and fell into the back seat!
"Grenade?" Fan Ning's expression changed drastically, but he quickly calmed down, stood up and reached toward the back row, reaching out to grab it.
Silvery white light flashed from Sheeran's eyes, and the detonation of the grenade also took a longer time. It was not until Fanning threw it towards Benjamin's car that he was reversing that it exploded in front of the latter's windshield.
Ice cubes burst out from the opponent's car, like a shattered shell. Also shattered was his windshield, and the car's headlights were also extinguished.
"Damn it." Seeing the opponent's retreat speed getting faster and faster, Fan Ning couldn't help but cursed and shifted gears again to accelerate.
Benjamin never found a chance to change the chamber of his shotgun, but it was useless because he found that the cracks caused by the bullets fired from the pistol on the opponent's windshield immediately returned to their original state.
One retreated, the other advanced, and both sides stared at each other. However, due to the difference in displacement and the fact that Benjamin, who was reversing, was more or less unable to maintain a straight line, the distance between the two sides narrowed again.
"Bang!" Fan Ning's car directly hit the front of the car firmly.
The hoods of both sides rolled up, their speeds slowed down, and the distance between them was again increased by several meters.
But this collision triggered some chain reactions. The front tire, which had a bullet stuck in it, cracked a longer gap, the air leak became more serious, and the car's reversing trajectory became more and more crooked.
Qiong raised her right hand and waved it down in the air, drawing purple fluorescence in the air with her fingers.
There was a muffled sound, and the tire, which was originally only a slight crack, burst.
At this moment, Benjamin's car completely lost control while reversing at high speed, and the brakes could not be stabilized.
The entire car body was like a balloon that was not tied tightly, spinning continuously on the bridge deck.
"Bang!!!"
There was a louder and violent impact, iron parts were flying, and the car directly broke through the bridge guardrail and got stuck on it.
The car body was emitting green smoke, and the front half was completely suspended above the Pushor River!
Fan Ning and Xilan held guns, and Qiong held the curse seal in his hand. The three of them slowly surrounded them from behind.
At this time, he was teasing with a half-smile, but in fact he was extremely cautious. The left hand placed in his pocket also held a "Fire Sun Guide" that had recently cost nearly 1,000 pounds to be carved again.
"Mr. Benjamin, do you have good driving skills?"
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