After two laps, the black Ferrari took the lead, followed by the white Rambo, and the third and fourth were pulled down by more than 800 metres.

"Ding Shao, that bullshit Jiang Dahao lacks stamina, haha, now we are waiting to open champagne to celebrate." Li Gang saw that Qin Song had finished the second lap first, and he was so excited that he danced with his hands, perhaps because the psychological pressure was too huge before, and his demeanor was a little out of shape at this time.

Ding Hui snorted, feeling a little relieved, he contributed five million in this gamble, which was the one with the most cash bets among the three.

Ma Tianyu also showed a hint of a smile, and stepped forward to say a few words of compliment to Ding Hui and Li Gang, the form had been bad before, he didn't dare to gnaw more, and at this time it was finally a turn.

Compared with Ding Hui's side, Hua Shaolong and the others were a little silent at this time, and there was a lingering melancholy between their eyebrows, after all, in the case of little difference in car skills, whoever is in the lead is equivalent to grasping the opportunity to win the game, and now the game is only the last lap left.

At this time, a Cayenne quietly drove into the parking lot, without receiving any attention, and after stopping, a middle-aged driver got out of the car and looked around vigilantly.

Two minutes later, two more S-Class Mercedes drove in and stopped in a more remote corner, and no one got out of the car, but the rear windows were rolled down separately.

On the Rambo car, Mo Xinyu lay in the man's arms, feeling his strong and powerful heartbeat, so quiet as if he was asleep, Jiang Dahao skillfully controlled the steering wheel, felt the girl hugging him tighter and tighter, and couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, he knew that at a speed of three hundred yards, it was impossible for her to fall asleep, and she would be in a state of tension, but she was trying her best to restrain herself and was unwilling to interfere with herself.

"Xinyu, there is still the last half of the lap, and it will be there soon." Jiang Dahao said lightly.

Mo Xinyu moved slightly, and snorted: "I want to buy a lot of things, if you lose all the money, I will not be done with you." ”

"No problem, I'll pass him at the last corner." Jiang Dahao reassured.

Mo Xinyu was silent, her heart suddenly sank, she didn't expect that so much time had passed, and this man hadn't caught up yet, you know, it was 11 million, and it was really okay to pin your hopes on the last corner?

Her family background and cold personality are a little unsettled, and sweat stains faintly appear in her palms.

It's just that Jiang Dahao, a heartless guy, still has a plain face, and even whistles lightly.

As the race entered the closing stages, the black Ferrari was the first to emerge in the last S-shaped corner as the crowd watched with eager and exclamation.

When Li Gang saw this scene, his face was ecstatic, and he jumped up with his fist excitedly: "Great, win, win!" ”

Ding Hui breathed a sigh of relief, the last stone in his heart landed, as long as he crossed this bend and entered the straight, then the victory was in his hands.

Chen Guangnian An Feng's face was pale, gritting his teeth and his face was unwilling, Jiang Dahao's appearance was good enough, but it was a pity that it was still a little slow.

Hua Shaolong took Sun Wei's hand with a gloomy expression, although he could win back more than one million on Jiang Dahao's handicap, but now he was not moved by half a point of excitement and joy, and his heart was very heavy.

The sigh of choosing quietly spread through the crowd, which represents the voice of the majority of people, and when people worship idols and heroes, the desire for the unpopular is the strongest.

In the Ferrari, when entering the last corner, Qin Song laughed wildly, although the race was unexpectedly difficult, but no matter what, he still became the final winner, he was still the winner of the night.

He didn't collapse the brakes, he still repeated countless directional fine-tunings, tightened the throttle, as the king of the car, he would not allow himself to make any low-level mistakes at the last moments, indeed, he did it perfectly, it can be said that in this last corner, he played his car skills to a 100% level.

However, just when everyone thought that Cheng Ai was settled, a sudden change occurred, and Rambo, who was following into the corner, did not slow down at all, and rushed in directly at a speed of more than 300 yards in a straight line, bringing up a spark on the ground, and after a few tenths of a second, I saw that the body was inclined to 45 degrees, and only two tires still maintained close contact with the ground.

This is the rhythm of entering the corner too quickly, already out of control, and about to overturn.

"Ahh

The audience suddenly burst into an exclamation, and countless people's faces turned white in an instant, and some timid people even covered their eyes.

Time passed in such a suffocating atmosphere, and Rambo left a dark tire mark on the ground along the shape of the S-bend with the body diagonally.

However, the expected overturning scene did not appear, and the entire S-shaped curve drove safely in such mysterious and unconventional car conditions, and when it came out of the corner, the body of the Lambbo that hung 45 degrees suddenly sank and smashed back to the ground, at this moment, the black Ferrari only passed two-thirds of the corner.

Everyone was dumbfounded, shocked, stunned, Rambo actually got through this S-bend in this way, almost three hundred yards and zero deceleration through the corner, how could it be, whether this was a stunt show or a car race, or everyone was dazzled.

Jiang Dahao, who was sitting in the Rambo, glanced at the Ferrari through the rearview mirror, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the girl lying in his arms kept retching one after another, just forcibly enduring.

"Xinyu, thank you." The man's apologetic voice came as he slammed the accelerator and Rambo sprinted to the finish line at a top speed of three hundred and fifty yards per hour.

"Squeak." When Rambo stopped 200 meters behind the finish line in a dazzlingly beautiful extreme drift, there was a dead silence all around.

"Brother Hao won, is this true?" Hua Shaolong roared wildly, like crazy, and dragged Sun Wei's arm to shake wildly, almost shaking the latter apart.

An Feng slapped himself hard, and then he cheered, really, every qiē at the moment is real.

Chen Guangnian knelt on the ground and bowed.

Ding Hui and Li Gang's face was like ashes, as if he had just walked out of hell.

Hua Wanting in the Cayenne car bit her red lip tightly, with tears in her eyes, a little excited, a little shocked, a little palpitation, and a little blame.

In the S-class Mercedes-Benz, Ding Hao took a long time to calm down, his brows were locked, and his eyes were narrowed, like a tiger sleeping.

In another Mercedes-Benz car, Miao Meina kept taking deep breaths and vomiting, and the two huge capitals on her chest trembled up and down, even this cold-blooded woman who was used to seeing blood on the road was shocked by Jiang Dahao's expression.

A frenzied shout finally broke out like a mountain flood bursting its banks, and a moment later, hundreds of people shouted a tsunami, all shouting Jiang Dahao's name, and Qin Song, who only crossed the finish line two seconds slower than Jiang Dahao, was completely forgotten by everyone.

Competitive sports are like this, only the champion is the real hero, and only deserves to receive flowers and applause.

Jiang Dahao sat in the closed carriage, his palm gently patting Mo Xinyu's back, and after a long time, the latter's trembling delicate body gradually calmed down.

"Xinyu, thank you." He said it over and over again.

Mo Xinyu slowly let go of her arms and sat up, at this moment her face was as white as a piece of paper, and her cheeks were flushed with a light crimson: "Congratulations, you really did it." ”

Jiang Dahao snorted: "Half of the credit is yours." ”

Mo Xinyu glanced at him narrowly, and was in a good mood, jokingly: "Then you have to compensate me well." ”

"Of course." Jiang Dahao smiled heartily, and then his eyes narrowed: "Xinyu, it's time for those guys to fulfill their promises." ”

Mo Xinyu hummed in a low voice, a touch of annoyance crossed her beautiful eyes, she also listened to the words of Li Gang and Qin Song before the game, it was indeed very excessive, it was time for them to pay for their words.