"Uh..." Lin Kun was stunned. This is impossible, what the hell, nonsense! How...he...did it? Then, a scene appeared that made him vomit blood even more.
Zhang Yang, who was in the lead, suddenly automatically slowed down again. The body of the Mercedes-Benz was almost touching his Ferrari. Then he turned his head and shouted at him: "Grandson, just follow me and eat shit."
As he said that, he made a standard small drift and suddenly opened up a car space, chasing the Lamborghini in front of him.
Lin Kun vomited blood. Logically speaking, the overall performance of his Ferrari 599 was enough to outperform the Mercedes-Benz SL350. However, it was unexpectedly thrown away by Zhang Yang from the very beginning.
His face turned the color of pig liver, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Even if Zhang Yang's car was modified, it wouldn't be able to do this.
Okay, this is the most embarrassing thing. Since the performance of Lin Kun’s Ferrari 599 completely surpasses Zhang Yang’s Mercedes-Benz SL350, Zhang Yang can still directly surpass him from the beginning.
Doesn't this mean that Zhang Yang's driving ability is completely superior to Lin Kun's?
The words "turtle grandson" were like a heavy slap in the face, slapped on his face so hard that he couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north. If it doesn't work, he must be chased back.
He started to accelerate. As long as he accelerated to catch up, he didn't believe that Ferrari's performance could not keep up with Zhang Yang.
“Whoosh!” “Whoosh!”…
Luxurious sports cars roared onto the slippery four-lane road, circling and speeding towards the top of Guyun Peak.
Below, the people who were tracking the racing conditions with GPS monitors started to go crazy.
"After the first big S-turn, Koenigsegg was in first place, Lima's Spyker in second place, Li Chuwen's Lamborghini in third place, and fourth place... Hey, it was Zhang Yang
Mercedes Benz SL350, what’s going on?”
"I actually passed two cars at the first big S-turn. How did it happen? Is there any mistake?" The onlookers almost spit out blood, especially those who participated in peripheral betting. They were dumbfounded.
Well, the dealer has opened a bet on the top three. As long as you guess the top three correctly, you can get a big sum of money.
But they didn't count Zhang Yang's Mercedes-Benz. If this guy ranked among the top three tonight, wouldn't the bookmaker kill them all?
"The second big S-turn, poof! The first place is still Koenigsegg, but it is already up to five seconds ahead of the second place Lima. The third place... uh... the third place is Lambo... no
...No, it's not a Lamborghini, it's Zhang Yang's Mercedes-Benz SL350... No, how is it possible? Even if Zhang Yang's Mercedes-Benz has been modified, it can't be that powerful. But I just took a look and it seems that there are no changes? What's going on?
?”
Before even finishing a quarter of the race, the onlookers were shocked. This is so unscientific. The Mercedes-Benz SL350, which has the worst overall performance, actually beat the Ferrari 599, Lamborghini, and Maserati, taking third place.
"Look at their speed, look at their speed..." The coquettish girl whose hood flew off just now hugged a fur coat, leaned down and muttered desperately.
“Koenigsegg, one hundred and sixty-two kilometers… Spyker, one hundred and fifty-two… Mercedes-Benz… one hundred and fifty-two kilometers… Oh, no, one hundred and fifty-three kilometers, this is going to be outrageous.
"The person reporting the numbers jumped up immediately, "A Ferrari 599, a Spyker can't outrun a Mercedes-Benz? It's really blinding my eyes, it's too outrageous."
Qiao Xier, who was originally standing aside and not paying attention to the race, was stunned on the spot when she heard the noisy noise ahead. One hundred and sixty-two kilometers, one hundred and fifty-three kilometers, this guy, now
Given the road conditions, are these three lunatics risking their lives? How dare they drive like this?
If the road conditions were like this, she would only dare to drive at a speed of 160 kilometers at most, which was considered a high risk. However, she did not expect that Shen Kang should have had some reservations and actually drove to 160 kilometers easily.
After two kilometers, what she didn't expect was that Zhang Yang actually got rid of three opponents after two big turns, and the speed of the car reached 153.
She couldn't help but look worried, and hurriedly dialed his car phone, but Zhang Yang turned off the phone directly.
"Hundan, you want to worry me to death." Qiao Xier pouted and put the phone back in his pocket angrily. Tears almost fell from his eyes. He had known better that he would ignore this bullshit competition.
With his eyes staring ahead, on the dark winding mountain road, those beams of light were flying and circling like meteors. He clenched his pink fists and prayed silently in his heart: Yangzi, Yangzi, nothing can happen to you.
"After the third big corner, Mercedes-Benz and Spyker are almost neck-and-neck. Oh my god, their speed has increased again. Koenigsegg is 168 kilometers, Spyker is 158 kilometers.
Mercedes-Benz…one hundred and sixty-two…”
…
"Master Shen, something is wrong. The Mercedes-Benz is going faster and faster. He is so weak that he has never slowed down." Li Ma, who was driving a black Spyder, glanced sideways at the rear mirror and almost stared out his eyes before rushing.
He yelled loudly through the car's hands-free speaker, "It's too outrageous, it's too outrageous, Mr. Shen, this guy is at least a professional competitor. If he also drives a good car, we will be doomed."
"What should I do?" Li Ma reached out and felt the cold sweat. Less than half of the race, he, a professional racing driver, had to lose to a non-professional racing driver, and the car was worse than his. How could he feel embarrassed?
ah.
"Hmph, what should we do? Start Plan A." Shen Kang's voice with a hint of coldness came from the car's hands-free system.
"I understand." After Li Ma heard this, without saying a word, he drove the black Spyder and started taking an S-shaped route, deliberately blocking Zhang Yang in front of him to prevent him from overtaking.
"Fight with me, you are still young." Shen Kang glanced at the rear mirror of the car. With Li Ma's obstruction, he now opened the gap between himself and the second place to more than ten seconds, and watched as he entered
This is the fourth big bend. After passing this big S-turn, you will reach the top of Guyun Peak.
Qiao Xier, wait for me, I will make you surrender under my crotch tonight, hahahaha!
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became: OK, let me break your speed record on the Guyunfeng Circuit.
"Koenigsegg has accelerated again. The current speed... Oh my god, it's already 175 kilometers. No, it's still accelerating. Second place. Second place is still Spyker. Hey, why are Spyker and Mercedes-Benz different?
The speed has dropped instead, now 150 kilometers...Ferrari, Lamborghini and Maserati have caught up. Now the situation is that Koenigsegg is far ahead, and there is no difference between second and sixth place.
, the situation is too complicated.”
At the bottom of the mountain, the race announcer was yelling and screaming, but on the mountain, just as he said, the five cars of the second group were already fighting together, with the black Spyker taking the lead, and the silver-gray Mercedes-Benz following closely behind.
, but to Zhang Yang’s left was Lin Kun who was following him desperately, behind the Mercedes was Li Chuwen’s Lamborghini, and Mo Yan was driving alongside the Lamborghini.
The Spyker in front started to play dirty tricks to prevent Zhang Yang from overtaking, while Lin Kun followed crazily and yelled at him from the left side of Zhang Yang's car.
"Silly x, don't forget, Qiao Xier will be ours tonight, hahahaha." Lin Kun tilted his head and fucked desperately, "Don't worry, we will take turns playing with her..."
"No wonder Xichen Jinglan doesn't want a scum like you." Zhang Yang glanced at him, stared at his face that had become twisted and ferocious due to madness, and spat, "In that case, I will send you to the
The West is getting better."
As he spoke, he turned the steering wheel hard to the left, as if he was going to push Lin Kun off the cliff, and hit the front of his car hard.
"Damn it, are you crazy?" Lin Kun originally thought that Zhang Yang was just scaring him, but when he saw the front of the Mercedes-Benz car suddenly turning sideways, he was completely stunned. Now he was on Zhang Yang's left side.
, the purpose was not to let Zhang Yang use the left side to overtake smoothly, but now this guy came over desperately, he shrugged instantly and subconsciously stepped on the brakes.
"Shabi, at such a fast speed, I think you will fly off the cliff directly..."
"Bah..." The silver-gray Mercedes-Benz rushed from the left almost next to the red Ferrari. The wheels pressed against the yellow line on the left side of the road and pulled a black track, directly throwing away Lin Kun's Ferrari.
Behind you, just move a little further 20 centimeters and you will find the buffer wall of the cliff.
"Fuck!" Lin Kun held the steering wheel with both hands and stared at Zhang Yang with a dead look on his face. His crotch felt wet, this madman.
"Uh-huh!!!"
"Bah!"
While Lin Kun was still cursing his mother, another sharp screeching sound like tires rubbing against a slippery road surface came from the fourth big S-turn ahead, and then he saw the silver-gray Mercedes-Benz, a standard large car.
Drifting, he directly passed the black Spyker by one parking space, almost without any delay, and quickly ran out again, completing the overtake.
"Fuck!" Lin Kun closed his eyes speechlessly and knocked the steering wheel hard.
"Mercedes-Benz... completed the overtake and is now in second place... His speed... uh, one hundred and seventy-five kilometers per hour, is he crazy? It's the same as the Koenigsegg in front? No... one hundred and eighty kilometers per hour, he...
He... He's still accelerating. Ah, is this true? There's something wrong with this GPS locator. I must have been blinded. One hundred and ninety kilometers, crap! One hundred and ninety-five... I'm about to catch up with Koenigse
Overcome...two hundred kilometers...two hundred and twenty kilometers..."
"There are still three hundred meters to go before the top of Guyun Peak... Koenigsegg is still in the lead. Now it's a straight road, and the speed of both cars has reached 230 kilometers... At the end of the front, they have to complete a three hundred meters around the peak.
They couldn't complete the sixty-degree turn at such a speed... Koenigsegg was already slowing down... Mercedes... I read that right, overtaking Koenigsegg..."
"He's crazy. He can't turn around at this speed."
"Incredible...oh my god."
"Mercedes-Benz successfully made a U-turn..." the commentator on the scene shouted, almost hysterically, "He succeeded, he was possessed by Schumacher... No, he is the incarnation of God... too... too powerful, stupid
!hastily!"
He couldn't help but cursed several times and almost dropped the GPS locator to the ground.
Qiao Xier, who was watching from the side, finally felt relieved at this moment. It didn't matter what competition or first place, the most important thing was that he must be safe!
Hundan, how could you do this? You don't care about my feelings at all. Don't you know I will worry to death if you are so crazy? You idiot, I hate you!
"Whoops...whoops..." Staring at the Koenigsegg speeding away in the rear mirror, Zhang Yang's hands could not help but tremble slightly. Damn! It was successful. It was so crazy. It was like floating in the clouds just now.
That feeling is comparable to some kind of climax!!!
It’s so crazy, so outrageous!
While enjoying that wonderful and crazy moment, suddenly, the system sound suddenly rang.