Chapter 187: The Battle of the Black and White Falcons

"Gone. Chen Xing twisted the accelerator, released the clutch, and the white Suzuki Hayabusa, who was sitting down, started to leave Zhan Yu's car repair shop.

"Be careful on the road. Zhan Muyu said to Chen Xing, even though she knew that Chen Xing was not the kind of child to worry about.

"Don't worry, let's go, see you tomorrow. Chen Xing smiled slightly, twisted the accelerator in his hand, and the Suzuki Hayabusa under the seat suddenly accelerated and walked away.

Looking at Chen Xing's back, Zhan Muyu stood up and prepared to pack up and go home.

At night in the city, the roads are full of four-wheeled cars, even if it is not a prosperous city, the same is true at night in the port city, and it is basically impossible to avoid traffic jams during the rush hour.

Even at night, when the moon is high and the stars are twinkling, the car is not much better, and the constant traffic on the road makes the car no longer a fast mode of transportation.

In the whole port city, only the mountain road in the mountain range in the north is extremely smooth.

On a mountain road, on a road flanked by dense woods, a black motorcycle with a blue glow is speeding fast, a man is wearing a leather jacket and leather pants, and a black helmet on his head, with a pattern on the top of the black helmet, which is a ghost riding a motorcycle.

"Hello?" The man's lazy voice sounded inside the helmet, and a Bluetooth phone came in, and he answered it.

Not many people can drive a heavy motorcycle and make phone calls, and not that many people do it, because some of them die or are paralyzed.

"Ah Luo, where is it?" came the voice from the Bluetooth headset.

"Listen for yourself. The lazy male voice said three words, and then twisted the accelerator, and the black Suzuki Hayabusa under the seat accelerated again, and the already fast speed soared again, and the roar rushed into the trees on both sides, until it reached the depths of the forest.

"Where's a walk? I know, the car has arrived, tell you, I tried it, it's really a beast. The person on the other side of the Bluetooth headset also heard the roar and knew where the man was.

It had always been his habit to go for a "walk" on the mountain road over there, and he was also used to going alone.

"Well, okay, I'll try it in a few days. The lazy male voice finally got a little interested.

"Would you like to come over for a few drinks tonight?" The voice on the opposite side of the Bluetooth headset came to invite.

The man sitting on the Suzuki Hayabusa was about to answer when he heard a voice behind him, and with his knowledge of the locomotive, it was clear to him as soon as it reached his ears.

The four-cylinder engine, and the four-cylinder engine of the Suzuki Hayabusa he rides.

With his eyes lowered and looking into the rearview mirror through his goggles, a white Suzuki Hayabusa was speeding towards him.

When he looked in the rearview mirror, the white falcon in the rearview mirror moved, and the rider in the car lifted the front wheel, driving on one wheel for a while, and then landed the front tire again.

Even if he couldn't see the look of the knight on the white falcon's car, he knew that the other party was provoking him, and he was a master.

It's not that he thinks the other party is a master when he lifts the front of the car and drives on one wheel, in his opinion, this is not worth looking at him differently, and he thinks that the other party is a master.

The time for the car to stabilize after the other party dropped the front of the car was too short, and it was almost impossible to see the time when the car was unstable, and the Suzuki Hayabusa had already entered a state of smooth driving.

This made him clearly aware of how strong the other party's control over the beasts under his seat was.

"Aluo?" On the other side of the phone, I don't know why Ah Luo didn't reply.

"Don't go, hang up. The laziness in the male voice faded a few points, and he hung up the Bluetooth call.

It's been a long time since you've been racing with him.

Quite interesting.

The man twisted his neck and drove the black falcon at its previous speed, without accelerating or slowing down, waiting for the white falcon to come up.

The shadow of the white falcon in the rearview mirror approached at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon it was on par with the black falcon.

The people in the white falcon car were wearing sports uniforms, and there were very few people who dared to drag race so much.

A large number of those who did so have also died or become paralyzed.

The man riding the falcon suddenly let go of one of the hands holding the handle and pointed to the side of the front of the car.

The man riding the black falcon, Jiang Luo, looked in the direction pointed by the other party, there were several scratches under the word "falcon", and he knew the other party's intention.

Thinking about it, there are not many Suzuki Hayabusa in this port city, even if Jiang Luo knows, that is, the one under his own seat, and the white Suzuki Hayabusa next to him.

Want to get back to the field? Of course, it depends on whether you have the ability to do it Jiang Luo moved his head and looked straight ahead of the road, his body lowered slightly, and his legs also caught the black falcon under the seat.

Twisting the accelerator, the number on the tachometer soared, and the black falcon with a blue glow rushed out, the blue glow of the LED light like the glimmer of fireflies in the dark night.

Riding the white falcon was naturally Chen Xing, seeing the other party speeding up and rushing out, he also began to accelerate, and the white falcon roared angrily and sprinted up.

The two of them had been in fifth gear long ago, and they were both over 100 yards after sprinting at this moment.

The mountain road at night is uninhabited, but it is not wide, and for most of the road is only enough for two cars to go hand in hand, and at such a speed that they can crash into the woods by the road, and they are fast enough to fall deep into the woods.

With the Black Falcon in front and the White Falcon behind, the two of them had already exceeded a hundred and fifty yards on the short straight, and after that speed they had ceased to accelerate without fear.

After all, courage and death are antonyms.

Everything around you is speeding by, everything is a little fragile at this speed, and the only thing you can rely on is the heavy locomotive under you, which can protect you and make you die.

The Black Falcon was a few spaces ahead of the White Falcon, but these distances were exactly the same distance that the Black Falcon had exceeded when the Black Falcon had rushed out first, not that the Black Falcon had outpaced the White Falcon on this journey.

The black falcon is not faster than the white falcon.

Jiang Luo looked at the white body in the rearview mirror, and it became more and more interesting, there was really something.

Jiang Luo grinned, the kind of smile that showed his teeth, his hands and feet kept moving, there was a small bend in front of him, Jiang Luo controlled his speed, slowed down into the bend, and then accelerated out of the bend.

It seems like a simple action, but I don't know how many details are involved.

The black falcon came out of the bend, the white falcon entered the bend, Chen Xing's eyes were shining, and there were movements in his hands and feet, ready to slow down.

Heavy locomotives are different from cars, heavy locomotives have front brakes and rear brakes, the front wheel brake is on the right hand, the rear wheel brake is on the tip of the right foot, with the front and rear wheel brakes, if only the front brake is used, the consequences are naturally overturned, and at the speed of the heavy locomotive, people are afraid that they will be thrown out directly, and the braking distance of the rear tire is too far.

Therefore, the front and rear brakes are basically pressed together every time you decelerate, but which of them is light and which is heavy, is the real difficulty to control, and it is also the real difficulty of driving a heavy locomotive.

The real difficulty is never in those bells and whistles, but in how to make every basic detail perfect.

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