As for the white man, the technique looks good, but it's just good, and it's impossible to reach the level of a professional driver.

Since Anfeng bought a Ferrari, he has not tossed a sports car, and Paso Robble is a small city, there are many roads but few cars, and he went to the suburbs to race in a no-man's land on a whim.

He drove the M3 and ran a few laps with people, the starting point was set at the foot of the mountain, passing through South San Francisco, there were mountain trails, there were ramps, and then a circle back, it took 20 minutes to run at normal speed, and in racing mode, it was estimated that 12 minutes would be about the same. Maybe even shorter, depending on the opponent.

An Feng is making small calculations, Tony is also making small calculations, the white man is certainly not a professional driver, just a small owner of a nightclub, but he is a member of the sports car club and often runs this road, so they bet that no matter how many times An Feng runs tonight, experience will not make up for it.

After inspecting the vehicle, the two sides of each side stopped side by side behind the red line.

A racing girl in a cool jacket and hot pants held a pyrotechnic signal stick, swayed, and suddenly squatted down, and two cars, one black and one white, rushed out at the same time, leaving a piercing sound of friction and the roar of the engine.

There is a short straight line in front, just step on the accelerator, and the test is the timing of the gear shift. An Feng just tried every car, his judgment is the most reliable, the three cars are not much different, but it is certain that they all brushed the ECU (driving computer), the sound of stepping on the accelerator and particularly high-pitched, it is estimated that the tail row has also been modified.

But well...... An Feng glanced at the black M3 beside him, and wanted to play with himself, but he was still a little bit away.

……

Guri remained where he was, staring at Li Tony with a sneer on his face. Although he wasn't sure if An Feng would be able to win, but just the few skills he got out of, if he wasn't particularly skilled in racing, ordinary people would never be able to do it, and by feeling, that white man's driving skills were not as good as An Feng.

Tony was a little furious by Guri's smile, and he was a little worried in his heart, and he tiptoed to look ahead of the road, and the time passed minute by minute. About eleven minutes later, the sound of sports cars could be heard in the distance, and the crowd was boiling, grabbing their mobile phones and cameras, facing the road ahead and the finish line.

An Feng bites behind the opponent in the first half of the race, and overtakes in the second half, because of the complete road conditions stored in his mind, several times in a row, the slowing down curve or the speeding up straight has been imprinted in his mind, and under the high concentration, his racing skills are even more vividly played.

The eyes of the spectators narrowed as the two dazzling headlights swept in, the cars got closer and closer, and the acceleration became louder and louder – a white M3 crossed the finish line with a screeching sound accompanied by a strong wind, and the spectators burst into cheers, and ten seconds later, the black M3 was late.

"Well done! BOSS！ Guri cheered as he held up the beer bottle.

Tony's face darkened, looking at the dejected white man who got off the black M3 in disbelief, he threw the car door in annoyance, kicked the tires a few times, and lost his temper, even the partner who wanted to get close to him was hesitating. Suddenly, a sharp voice sounded over the intercom: "Not good! There are police! ”

Before racing, they all arranged for the sentry to hide in a high place, and once they found the police, they immediately reported it.

The crowd dispersed and got into their own cars, obviously not the first time to deal with such a scene. As soon as An Feng over there got out of the car, Guli here chased after Tony.

"Stop!" Guri roared, "Motherf-ck! ”

He sped up to catch up, jumped forward, knocked down Tony, and without saying a word, punched him in the face, grabbed his collar and scolded angrily: "Where's the money! Where's my boss's money! ”

Tony hugged his head and begged for mercy: "Don't hit me!" Money in your pocket! ”

This sentence is quite fluent in English, and I guess I haven't used it less before.

Guri felt in his pocket and took out the check, which had already been signed with the name, amount and date, but the name of the payee was not written.

After checking that it was correct, Guri patted him on the face: "I remember you, if you don't have a million, you just wait to blow up the chimpanzee!" With that, he kicked him again.

An Feng rushed over in a P1 and shouted at Guli: "Get in the car!" ”

Guri ran back with the check, and Tony ran to his R8 in a panic, leaving in a hurry with a woman, and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

An Feng followed, and after a while, a siren sounded behind him.

“BOSS？” Guri looked at him.

"I'm not leaving." An Feng slowed down the car, "I'm not speeding, I'm not drag racing, do the police have the right to arrest me if I'm driving normally?" ”

"You're not afraid they have undercover agents?" Guri said.

Anfeng black line, can Nima say it earlier?

The police shouted for the black sports car in front of him to pull over, An Feng obediently complied, and put his hands on the steering wheel, Joanna once emphasized that when the police stopped in the United States, it is best to put your hands in a place where the police can see them, and do not touch your phone, driver's license or other things.

If you don't know how to eat guns.

After waiting quietly in the car for a while, the police car behind him pulled over, but the person didn't get down, probably checking An Feng's license plate number. Half a minute later, a tall policeman stepped out of the car, pressed his hand on the holster on his waist, came to the car, knocked on the window, and motioned An Feng to lower the window.

An Feng did so, looked up and asked with a smile, "What's the matter, officer?" ”

"Driver's license, vehicle insurance policy." The police said routinely.

An Feng handed these things over.

The police glanced at An Feng's California driver's license and said, "Someone reported you for racing illegally." ”

"It's not about me." An Feng said.

The policeman sneered and said, "I hope the judge will think the same way." According to the law, I must take you back to the police station to cooperate with the investigation. ”

"No problem." An Feng said, "Can I drive along?" ”

The police originally wanted to refuse, but tonight many police officers were chasing down those drag racing parties, and they agreed to let An Feng go ahead when they were empty.

The second time I entered the police station in San Francisco, this time the lawyer was quite fast, An Feng just got out of the car, and the lawyer also arrived. There was no nonsense, and he told his own experience, and vaguely mentioned the illegal racing. After thinking about it, the lawyer said that the matter can be big or small, depending on the outcome of tonight's arrest.

Facing the police, An Feng learned the same set in the movie: "I only talk to my lawyer." ”

Things changed later, and there were casualties.

After the police received the informant's report, the police in San Francisco and South San Francisco quickly organized police forces to arrest them, and the drag racing party dispersed in a hurry. Most of the riders pulled over when they were clear-headed, and it wasn't a big crime to watch and not participate. A small number of hi people had an accident, and a few of them drove too fast into the sea and were rescued by the police in embarrassment.

But that's not the most important thing, tonight's TV helicopter filmed a thrilling chase scene, a black R8 I don't know what the reason is, just refused to stop, but took three or four police cars on the highway to run wildly, although the police car has been modified, but where is the opponent of the sports car? Anyway, the police chased it in an embarrassing way, and the TV helicopter in the sky, the police helicopter chased at a low altitude, and it was very lively.

In the case of blocking in front of the rear, chasing soldiers in the rear, and spikes on the ground, R8 has no way to escape, and the police car squeezes R8 out of the roadside...... Then there was a scene that An Feng saw on the news in the morning: the sports car was hit by the side of the road, the police car surrounded it, the police officers took aim with guns, and the two policemen covered each other and stepped forward to pull the car door, and followed the sports car for a while, they were both well-trained to jump back - fire!

The ambulance arrived at the scene, and a certain Asian race covered in blood was carried on a stretcher and was seriously injured and unconscious.

"Ahh Although the characters are coded, An Feng still recognizes who drove the R8. Undoubtedly, it was the international student named Tony.

The American police are forced by the danger of their profession to shoot in self-defense if the driver resists arrest, especially in the case of drag racing with the police, if any police officer has strong racial discrimination, that is, there is an excuse to shoot the other person at the first moment of getting out of the car. Tony is lucky, but he is also stupid, he doesn't know how to fight for his chances, and after being stopped by the police, the only thing he can do is to hold his head and surrender, not touch the car.

This matter was posted on the Internet by local students in San Francisco, which sparked a heated discussion among domestic netizens. What do you say is that you are used to being strong in China, and no one dares to take care of running a red light and scolding the traffic police in the wrong direction, and you are killing yourself abroad. Others say that the person's background should be thoroughly investigated, where does the money for sports cars come from? Is it tax evasion to do business? Is it corruption to be an official? …… There is also the battle between five cents and cents: whether it is a problem for the system to cook the police to beat people.

In short, what happened in the United States is also in full swing at home.

An Feng is different from them, and the first thing he does is to exchange checks: Dead friends don't die poor. Nine times out of ten, Tony will be repatriated, the account will be frozen, and the million check may be scrapped in the next second, he went to the local bank to exchange the check, and laughed three times after the transfer was successful.