From the first corner, the gap between the riders was revealed.

The Ghost has extraordinary technology, and has already opened the second place by nearly 15 meters, far ahead, and deserves to be the third place in the British Rally.

The second and third were almost neck-and-neck, with Du Jiang already chasing fifth and overtaking fourth, while Huang Mao Pai and another driver were in sixth, let's call sixth.

Autumn maple last.

I have to say that Du Jiang's technology is really good.

Probably because Du Jiang overtook the car, the driver was stimulated, and Huang Mao encountered great resistance.

Seeing that the second bend was about to arrive, Huangmao's eyes narrowed.

The second is not a particularly dangerous corner, about 90 degrees, and he is on the inside, and with good technique, he can take the lead in the inner test of the corner, thus forcing the number six to the outside. If No. 6 does not slow down, if the technique is not hard enough, it will almost inevitably hit the mountain!

Just like the Ferrari that was forced to the outside by the ghost in the original D-gear race, repeating history.

The ghost began to make a corner, and the two three four and Du Jiang who followed closely behind were also unambiguous.

Next came Huang Mao and Six, probably guessing Huang Mao's intentions, and Six began to slow down.

Seeing this, Huang Mao sneered, and also lightly braked, and at the moment of entering the corner, Huang Mao pulled the handbrake and began to drift, and the whole Ferrari was attached to the body of No. 6, almost side by side and began to enter the corner.

Yellow Fur doesn't have the amazing driving skills of the Ghost, but he has the means to do the same thing.

The yellow-haired Ferrari put the No. 6 on the outside road, and with inertia, the two cars approached the outside hill at the same time.

"Boom!"

The body of the number six erupted into flames, and the Ferrari burst out of the corner, catching up with the echelons ahead.

At this moment, the BMW, which had been hoisting all the way to the tail of the car, still skimmed the number six in a perfect corner, following behind the Ferrari's butt, no more than five meters away.

One was a Ferrari slowing down to solve the opponent, the other was a BMW slamming on the accelerator, and the eyes of the spectators who had been staring at the live screen were transferred from the ghost who had been leading the race without pressure to the last two cars.

After all, the race to life and death is more eye-catching.

"This BMW's driver skills don't seem to be worse than those of the Ghost!" someone exclaimed.

The line of the ghost corner is almost perfect, it is difficult to improve, and this BMW is not comparable, if you draw the lines of the two on two sheets of paper and put one piece, it can be said that they are completely overlapped!

"The speed of the ghost's corner has been refreshed again!" shouted someone from there.

"How much, how much?"

"1.05 seconds!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

"The first few gears of the game were still more than 1.1 seconds, and it has improved so much all of a sudden!"

It's like the 100-meter hurdles, it seems that there is only a little difference between 9.5 seconds and 9 seconds, but to that extent, even if it is only 0.1 seconds, it is a huge gap!

"This is the true level of ghosts, right?" someone swallowed, unable to believe it.

"Nonsense, otherwise how can people be world-class!"

"Did you count the BMW? It looks like they're almost the same!" someone asked.

"Haha, you're afraid you're stupid, even if the line is the same, can the speed be the same?"

"That is, a 100-yard corner, and a 200-yard corner, even if they are both perfect routes, is there a comparison?" someone scoffed.

According to Death Mountain's records for many years, the fastest turning speed in this second corner was 180 mph in about 1.2 seconds, and the Ghost definitely went over 200 mph!

"It's out!" someone shouted, "BMW's cornering time!

As if something was choked in his throat, the man lost his voice.

"What are you doing, what are you voicing!" someone was dissatisfied, and took it, "I'll read it—gah?"

"What the hell?"

The others don't know why, but the two of them can't speak in a row, and the result may be ...... Astound!

"1.02 seconds!" finally a sharp eye saw it, and let out a strange scream.

"What?" the crowd was in an uproar.

This is...... BMW's data?

Still is...... Rider stats?

……

Huang Mao saw the BMW that was suddenly approaching in the rearview mirror, and his expression changed, not panicked, but - indifferent!

Sudden Killing!

Maintaining his speed, Yellow Fur drove the Ferrari to the inside of the next one, and then began to slow down, as if trying to finish off the BMW in the same way.

Qiu Feng's eyes flashed, and he was not afraid, and the BMW maintained a high speed and approached the Ferrari.

The next bend is the first hairpin bend, also known as the turning bend, if you can't deal with the yellow hair's strategy, No. 6 is a lesson from the past!

Deliba had not yet recovered from the explosion of Six, and her whole body was tense.

At this moment, seeing that the bend was in sight, and Qiu Feng seemed to be about to step into the trap of yellow hair, Di Liba's face changed greatly, and cold sweat instantly welled up on his forehead, and he exclaimed, "Don't be outside!"

"Rest assured. Qiu Feng spit out two words in an indifferent tone, the BMW caught up with the Ferrari and landed on the left, and Diliba turned his head to look, unable to see through the Ferrari's treated glass.

When she turned her head, the hairpin bend of the right turn was instantly close, Qiu Feng frowned, and her foot on the accelerator was a little heavier, exceeding the front of the Ferrari, and then instantly killed the steering wheel and pulled up the handbrake.

Everything was done in the blink of an eye, and almost at the same time, the Ferrari began to drift and the body came over.

"Squeak!"

The Ferrari's head slammed against the passenger door, letting out a shrill roar.

The BMW was pushed against the Ferrari and approached the outside hill at the same time.

"Ahhh

Diliba screamed again!

However, in Qiu Feng's hands, the difference between BMW and No. 6 is that Huang Mao and No. 6 are shoulder to shoulder, feet together, synchronous displacement, and at this time Ferrari only has a corner of the front of the car against the BMW's door, and BMW's speed is slightly faster than Ferrari, in high-speed movement, the front of the Ferrari moves back along the BMW body, and the contact point falls on the rear door handle.

Although it was constantly approaching the outside mountain, at the same time, Ferrari's thrust helped BMW correct its direction in advance, and as soon as Qiu Feng let go of the handbrake, BMW suddenly roared and rushed out, getting rid of Ferrari's entanglement.

The centrifugal force of the Ferrari was not offset by the car on the outside, and it suddenly lost control and crashed into the mountain alone!

"Damn it!"

Seeing that he was about to hit the mountain, Huang Mao held the steering wheel with one hand, took out a pocket pistol next to the seat in the other hand, fell into his hand, and pulled the trigger when he aimed at Diliba's seat!

Coherent.

"Bang!"

A small bullet smashed the window of the Ferrari's cockpit, and then the window behind the BMW, and into the BMW.

"Poof!"

There was a muffled sound in the co-pilot's seat, and then Diliba was shaken, and her left shoulder was in severe pain, and she couldn't help but scream.

At the same time, there was a "boom" behind the BMW, and Ferrari came into close contact with the mountain, following in the footsteps of the sixth, and the fire was raging.

"How are you?" Qiu Feng's face changed dramatically when he heard the sound of the window shattering behind him, and the blood that instantly gushed out of Di Liba's left shoulder.

He really didn't expect that this yellow hair, who was just an ordinary person in his eyes, would actually kill Di Liba!

Damn it!

Qiu Feng's face was ugly, he slowed down the car, and the cigarette in his mouth had been bitten and deformed.

Di Liba turned her body, revealing her originally white and tender fragrant shoulders, which were mottled with blood at the moment!