The first time Hua Ji saw the skyrocketing fire, he excitedly took out his mobile phone and made a call to the mouse: "Mouse, good job! Hurry up and show me if Xu Xiangbei is dead, if he doesn't die, make up for two knives!"

At this time, the mouse was leaning on the side of the road weakly and gasping for breath, and when he heard the voice of the flower chicken, he said hesitantly: "Flower ...... Brother Hua Ji, I'm sorry, I missed ......"

"Huh, what?

Hua Ji was slightly stunned, and then scolded: "Waste, you can't do this little thing, what's the use of you?" Hurry up and chase me, if you can't kill Xu Xiangbei tonight, don't come back to see me." ”

"Brother Hua Ji, I'm ...... I can't catch up with him, he's too fast......"

The rat sighed.

Syllable!

Hua Ji was so angry that he shook his hand and smashed the mobile phone, which frightened the charming girl who accompanied the wine next to him.

Can't catch up?

You know, the car driven by the mouse is a Porsche!

A Porsche coupe can't catch up with a Santana that is almost scrapped?

It's speechless.

The exciting game continued, and the crowd of onlookers at the foot of the mountain were all staring at the other end of the mountain.

"Who do you think will be the first to rush out? I guess it's Jack!"

"It's definitely Jack, Jack is known as the king of straight lines, and no one can surpass Jack in straight lines. ”

"I hope the gap between Chen Sanye and Jack is not too big, otherwise, there will be no suspense in the game. ”

After waiting for five minutes, a GTR suddenly roared out, bright red paint, shining brightly under the headlights.

"Look, it's Jack!"

"Jack is really the best!"

"Chen Sanye is close behind, and the gap will not exceed three seconds!"

Everyone screamed, staring at the cars on the mountain road.

Jack's GTR led the way, followed by Chen Sanye's BMW, and the two were the leaders. Next, it took more than ten seconds for the car to pop up.

"Brother Flower, look, the third place seems to be a Ferrari with black roses!"

Someone pointed at the Ferrari and exclaimed.

"Hehe, I didn't expect Black Rose to be so good at driving that he was able to stand out and be in third place temporarily, but it was almost impossible to surpass my two ace drivers. ”

Hua Ji shook his head and smiled, muttering to himself.

After the plan to get Xu Xiangbei into a car accident failed, Chen Sanye and Jack became his last comfort.

After the Black Rose, there were twenty or thirty coupes, one by one clenching back and forth, and the gap was not wide enough.

Turn openings.

Ah Jun drove his beloved modified sports car and fell at the end of the line, so anxious that he slapped the steering wheel desperately.

"Damn bastard, don't block Lao Tzu's way!"

Looking at a Mercedes-Benz coupe in front of him that had a sharp decrease in speed when entering the corner, Ah Jun, who was blocked behind, scolded.

Suddenly, a shout came from behind him: "Get out of the way, Lao Tzu's brake system is not working!"

Rumble......

The next moment, a rickety and dilapidated Santana roared towards him, directly brushing Ajun's sports car and forcibly overtaking.

With a bang, Jun's rearview mirror was knocked out.

"Damn, are you kid dying?"

Ah Jun instinctively slapped the steering wheel and dodged to the side, while desperately stepping on the brakes for fear of a crash.

When he reacted and turned his head to look, a scene that made him jaw-dropping appeared - a dilapidated Santana was shaking violently all the way away, the left door was wide open, and a thick and powerful leg was stepping on the ground as a brake!

"This ...... This is that little bastard's Santana?"

Ah Jun's eyes widened, and he looked at Santana in front of him incredulously, "No, it's impossible! This kid drove Santana, and actually overtook me? No, how could Lao Tzu let this kind of poor ratio overtake, fight!"

The next moment, Ah Jun let out a low shout, stepped on the accelerator directly, and desperately caught up.

For the drag racing party, being overtaken by a nearly scrapped garbage truck is equivalent to being slapped in the face like being madly slapped, and this shame makes it difficult for Ajun, a fanatical drag racing party, to accept.

Just when Ah Jun was speeding up and preparing to overtake Xu Xiangbei, the broken car that looked like it was going to fall apart at any time actually drifted into the corner with a perfect drift, shook off the five or six coupes behind him in one fell swoop, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

As for Ah Jun, who was desperate to get back to the field, because of his rash speed, he collided with the coupe in front of him that was slowing down and preparing to turn steadily.

"A-kun, don't!"

In the co-pilot seat next to Ah Jun, there was a girl about twenty years old, dressed in revealing clothes, and she was scared again and again at this time.

Boom!

Ah Jun's pupils widened, at the moment of entering the corner, he didn't dare to slam the steering wheel to avoid the collision, if he was not careful, he would fall into the cliff, all he could do was to slam on the brakes, hoping to avoid a catastrophe.

It's a pity that he has modified dozens of top-level sports cars, and the braking effect is obviously not as good as Xu Xiangbei's manpower brakes.

The violent collision caused the airbag to pop open instantly, and with a bang, the airbag bounced Ajun's meat, his head was directly hit, and blood also came out of his mouth and nose.

At the foot of the mountain.

As the competition gradually entered the heat, the enthusiasm of the audience became more and more enthusiastic.

Rumble......

Suddenly, a second-hand Santana entered everyone's field of vision, overtook five or six coupes in one fell swoop at the corner, and rushed to the middle of the stream from the end position.

"Look, Santana is still here! Didn't he have a car accident?"

"Damn, the good cow's drift into the bend is textbook-level, wait, why did this kid open a car door?"

Everyone exclaimed, looking at Santana from Xu Xiangbei with an incredulous expression.

"I see it, he's using his foot as a brake!"

A young man with a telescope shouted loudly.

"What!?Foot as a brake?"

"This kid Santana, he can't be without brakes, is he's crazy? Isn't he afraid that his legs will be caught in the wheels?"

"Tut, what an exaggeration, a broken car with a malfunctioning brake system actually surpasses many modified coupes?

Every audience at the scene was attracted by the dilapidated Santana, which shook violently and would fall apart at any time, and they were amazed one by one.

"This guy is just a madman!"

Hua Ji looked at the dilapidated Santana who was rampage all the way with a dull gaze, and was stunned for a long time before gritting his teeth and said: "The soft ones are afraid of the hard ones, and the hard ones are afraid of dying." This kid is an outlaw who doesn't want to die, it seems that the job that Boss Gu gave me is a chore. This kid is a hard stubble!"

(End of chapter)