"Racing?"

Li Futu raised his eyebrows, but he didn't show his attitude for the first time.

Liang Lei nodded, his eyes full of resentment, "I believe everyone is looking forward to competing with Li Shao." ”

It's your mother's business to get back to the field, drag us down the water and dry the yarn?!

Hearing this, the people around him suddenly cursed in their hearts, but they could only echo the dry smile on their faces.

Li Futu looked around, was silent, and nodded lightly: "Then it's better to be respectful than to obey your fate." ”

"Run from here to the top of the mountain, and then run back again, the first place can win a million prizes, Li Shao, come on. ”

Qiu Ze briefly explained the rules, and then got into the blue bat sports car, obviously he was going to participate in this race as well. Mao Siqing glared at Li Futu fiercely, snorted coldly, and followed Qiu Ze's car.

Li Futu was inexplicable, but he didn't care, and whispered to He Caiwei: "Get in the car." ”

Eight lanes, eight luxury cars were parked in turn, and almost every car sat a beautiful girl, except, of course, the Ferrari F12.

Liang Lei, who was in the fourth lane, stared at the wild horse in the sixth lane, his eyes were as hideous as a ghost.

It's not a hero to hit a stone with an egg, it can only be called a fool, smart people know how to play to their strengths and avoid weaknesses, I have long heard that this man is terrifying, so even if he is forced to lose face, Liang Lei still chooses to grit his teeth and endure it, he intends to be ashamed in the field he is best at!

He is very familiar with the mountain conditions of Ge Lushan, he has participated in more than a dozen competitions here, although he has not won the first place, but every time he is in third place, much stronger than Qiu Ze's 10,000-year-old crane tail. He is confident that he can teach Li Futu a painful lesson here.

When the large curtain is lowered, the race will be fed back by the various cameras on the track and displayed on the screen in real time through the projector.

Uplifting and dynamic music begins to play, stimulating the adrenaline hormones of the person to continue to rise.

"Nervous?"

Li Futu turned his head and said, from beginning to end, he didn't ask He Caiwei why he appeared here.

He Caiwei, who was fastening her seat belt, clutched the handrail tightly, watched a tall girl wearing a crop top and black leather shorts walk to the middle of the track, shook her head and said, "It's going to start." ”

"——! Toot"

With a sharp whistle, I saw the sexy girl in front of the track holding the flag with her crossed hands suddenly lowered, and almost at the same time, eight sports cars rushed out at the same time with a deafening roar like beasts.

The crowd is excited!

The men and women at the starting point watched the sports cars speeding away, their faces flushed and roaring loudly, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

On the Gelushan mountain road, which has been darkened, the headlights are as fast as ghosts, and the eight sports cars do not give in to each other, chasing after me on the steep and narrow road conditions.

Left foot brake, warping wheel cornering, continuous rotation drift, corner routing, and forced overtaking on the inside, it can be seen that these boys who often play sports cars have two brushes, and one by one the thrilling actions that seem to have been calculated by the most sophisticated instruments are continuously displayed.

In the second corner, the gap between the eight sports cars gradually appeared, and the first group and the second group were separated, like Qiu Ze, who had been defeated again and again, even if he tried his best, he could only watch himself and the car in front of him get farther and farther away.

"Xiao Qiuzi, why are you stunned, speed up and chase!" Seeing that he was about to be thrown away, Mao Siqing was anxious.

"Do you think I don't want to chase?"

Qiu Ze smiled bitterly: "This is already the limit speed I can control, and if I accelerate it again, I'm afraid we are likely to fall from a height of several hundred meters, do you want to be an outlaw mandarin duck with me?"

Mao Siqing's face turned pale, and he immediately stopped talking.

At the head of the first group were a white Porsche and a modified grey motorcycle, and the two were battling it out for first place.

Followed by the prince of Guangyang Department Store, he has been biting the first and second places tightly, and he is not impulsive, his skills are obviously stronger than Qiu Ze, and he also knows when to overtake and when to hide his strength.

After his Continental GT, Li Futu's Mustang followed him, and Liang Lei's Ferrari F12 seemed to be eyeing him, like a maggot with a bone always kept pace with Li Futu, and the three of them were in the shape of an adult, all of them had the strength to impact the first, but none of them exposed themselves prematurely.

In the fierce competition, the white Porsche, which ranked first, made an offset error due to a twist in a corner and too fast speed, and the rear wheel slipped in a pothole, and the body immediately produced a terrible tremor, which caused a chain reaction and quickly spread to the front of the car. The front of the car shook, and then collided with the mountain, and suddenly rowed out sideways.

Sparks splash.

The gray locomotive that followed behind seized the flaw of this moment, slammed the steering wheel to bypass the Porsche, which had an accident, and rushed to the front with a roar.

On a race against the clock, the fall of one car often means a catastrophe for the car behind it.

The prince of Guangyang Department Store, who ranked third, bore the brunt, because the gray locomotive blocked the view, he didn't notice the situation ahead at all, and when the locomotive suddenly rushed over, he found that the out-of-control Porsche was crashing into him, and it was too late for him to dodge.

With a 'boom', the Continental GT and the Porsche collided directly without buffering, creating a brilliant spark that reflected Sui He Caiwei's pale cheeks.

Is this the world of the rich?

As the bodies of the two luxury cars twisted, the prince of Guangyang Department Store turned black and lost consciousness in an instant.

See the truth at the critical juncture.

With a black Mustang on one side and a Ferrari F12 on the same black, the two cars were in danger, drawing two brilliant arcs in a few moments of firelight, one left and one right behind the two parking spaces of the gray locomotive.

At this point, in fact, it's none of the next few racers.

It is possible to chase the final winner only the gray locomotive that is temporarily in first place, and Li Futu and Liang Lei.

The gray locomotive is in front, and the two cars are close behind. At this time, the competition is not only about driving skills, but also about psychology.

Halfway through the race, the first group could be seen to be descending from the headlights, but the three cars were still clinging to each other, and the distance between them could only be counted in a fraction of a second.

The sonic boom caused by the air squeezed at ultra-high speed came through the camera, making the onlookers enthusiastic and excited!

"If you want to win, go dream!"

So far, Liang Lei has found that he has underestimated his opponent, if he hadn't won in the configuration of the car, he might not be able to keep up with the opponent now.

At this moment, Liang Lei has given up his plan to hit the first, and his only thought is to block Li Futu!

As they galloped, the three cars had already run two-thirds of the way and were approaching the last four-corner.

Liang Lei accelerated suddenly, slightly ahead, and then used his hands and feet at the same time, and the body was translated on the curve like a horizontal hurdle, he no longer pursued the perfection of the offset, he only asked to block Li Futu.

The corners of Li Futu's mouth rose slightly, his eyes were deep, and he reacted quickly, the engine roared, and the oil mist spewed out a burst of fire from the exhaust pipe, and in the continuous steep and fatal corners, there was no slowing down at all!

The Mustang seemed to be incarnated as a nimble cheetah, brutally crashing into the intercepting Ferrari, and then seemed to become a fish in the sea, swimming in the corner without stagnation and full of visual beauty, successfully overtaking the gray locomotive in the last corner, everyone did not expect that in the end it would be the inconspicuous Mustang who crossed the finish line first with the attitude of the king of the world.

The men and women who waited at the beginning and the end shouted and cheered wildly, welcoming the arrival of the king with the fullest enthusiasm, but the wild horses did not seem to accept the worship, and the stalls did not decrease, like a phantom in the dust.

"After the matter, go to the clothes, hide the merit and fame, this is the master. ”

While stunned, someone muttered to himself, full of heartfelt admiration.

This is undoubtedly another legendary story destined to be passed down for many years.

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