Yan Murong didn't pay attention to Teng Xiangling's shouting at all, the accelerator under his feet was still stepping on it, and in an instant, it had already exceeded the speed of one hundred miles.

At a distance of 300 meters, even if Usain Bolt comes, he has to run for more than 20 seconds. But if you switch to a sports car like Porsche, this time is very short.

Two hundred meters.

One hundred meters.

Fifty meters.

In less than ten seconds, the distance between the two cars was rapidly closer, and in the blink of an eye, the distance was already less than twenty meters - the drivers of the two cars seemed to be crazy, and the speed of the car was still climbing.

Five meters.

Three meters.

"Squeak!"

In the end, the driver of the commercial vehicle finally couldn't stand the feeling of being close to death, and quickly turned the steering wheel in an instant to avoid the suicide collision.

"Squeak!"

Yan Murong's Porsche also made a slight braking sound at the same time, and the speed did not decrease, but the body was slightly sideways, and it avoided the commercial car with a very beautiful, almost extreme small drift - however, Yan Murong suddenly moved the steering wheel slightly, and the Porsche, which had already successfully passed the commercial car, suddenly tilted to the left, and then, the front of the Porsche was pressed against the butt of the commercial vehicle.

At the moment of collision, Yan Murong controlled the car again and ran forward quickly, while the commercial car was not so lucky.

Because the speed of the Porsche was too fast, at the moment of impact, Yan Murong stepped on the accelerator under his feet, and the car rushed forward, and the commercial vehicle was hit by the butt of the car, and immediately lost its balance, and the car suddenly lost control and turned around.

The scar man hurriedly slammed the steering wheel and stepped on the brakes, which allowed the commercial vehicle to stop not far from the broken bridge, and did not end up with a car crash and death.

Yan Murong didn't drive away directly, but slammed the brakes, and the Porsche stopped after turning around in place.

"It's a pity, your car is too light, that car is too heavy, otherwise the trouble will be solved." Yan Murong looked at the commercial vehicle in the distance and shook his head and sighed.

Where can Teng Xiangling care about Yan Murong's complaints now, her pretty little face has long been frightened and pale, her two hands are tightly grasping the seat belt, and even the knuckles of her fingers are slightly pale because of too much force.

For the first time, it was the first time she felt so close to death, and it was also the first time she knew that the car could still be driven like this.

It's true that this Porsche of hers is a sports car, but she has been driving it for two years, and the fastest is only one hundred and twenty miles-but, it is still in a place where no one dares to drive so fast, Yan Murong, a madman, actually drove to a hundred miles, and it is still this desperate way of driving.

In fact, Yan Murong was gambling, betting that the other party would not dare to bump into him directly. Although he didn't dodge or dodge, he was already prepared - his limit was 0.7 meters, and if he reached this distance, the van didn't dodge, he had to dodge first. But he won the bet - the people in the Buick were afraid of death, so they moved first.

However, Yan Murong didn't let go of the other party's plan - some of the old man's words still had to be listened to. For example, whoever wants your life, you want his life first. Reasonable? No, reasoning won't work. Only by letting the person who wants your life die first, can you live steadily.

A society governed by the rule of law can't kill people casually? Joke.

That's just for a few people, and for some special people, it's okay to kill someone.

"Hey, scared silly?" Yan Murong patted Teng Xiangling's hand that was clutching the seat belt, and said with a chuckle.

I thought that this woman was not afraid of heaven and earth, and when she was afraid of her feelings, Yan Murong smiled, and if she threatened herself in the future, she would take her to the car for a ride.

"Y-don't touch me." Teng Xiangling was slapped by Yan Murong like this, and immediately shook his head and shouted in panic. "Don't touch me, you lunatic."

"Crazy?" Yan Murong smiled bitterly and touched his nose.

This is the first time someone has said this about him - the old man often says that he is not crazy enough, and he also thinks that he is not crazy enough, but in Teng Xiangling's eyes, he is now a complete madman.

Isn't it crazy that a madman drives like that? Isn't it a madman who plays with his life like this?

"Isn't that fine?" Yan Murong said comfortingly.

"Are you alright?" Teng Xiangling immediately felt angry, looked at Yan Murong, and shouted angrily. "Go, you go down and see what the front of the car has been? If we hadn't dodged, would we have survived? When you're a woman? Even if you are a woman, you have to stay alive. ”

"Huh? Why don't you leave yet. After venting, Teng Xiangling felt less angry, and the fear in her heart was reduced a lot, but she found that the car had stopped, and the front of the car was still facing the business car.

"Y-what do you want to do?" Teng Xiangling grabbed Yan Murong's arm and asked in a panic. She was scared to death now, and she was really afraid that Yan Murong wouldn't be able to think about it, and then open the kind of collision that almost scared her just now, which was about to suffocate.

"Alright, don't make a fuss." Yan Murong said. "It's okay to play this kind of thing once, but it's not fun to have more."

Teng Xiangling looked at Yan Murong with wide eyes, she really regretted why it was a sunny day when she was born, if she was born on a night of wind and rain and lightning and thunder, would she have any adventures - such as becoming a Super Saiyan, or a person with clairvoyant eyes, in that case, she would be able to see what Yan Murong was thinking in her head.

Too much is it not fun? What was he thinking? Did he take that horrible thing as a game?

For a while, Teng Xiangling was a little confused - although the man in front of him didn't get along for a long time, he usually behaved like a little victim, and his figure was not very strong, it seemed that anyone could go up and bully him twice - but what's wrong recently? Recently, he has behaved like a tiger that has been locked up for a long time and suddenly released from its cage, no, not a tiger, but a mad dog.

Yes, he is a mad dog, if anyone provokes him, he will find a way to bite back, and it is still that kind of situation that never stops.

"Sit here and don't move, I'll go down and have a look." As he spoke, Yan Murong turned sideways, unfastened Teng Xiangling's seat belt, and changed positions with her again before speaking. "If there's something wrong, you just drive."

After speaking, Yan Murong pushed the car door and walked down. As soon as he walked down, Yan Murong suddenly frowned, and he didn't care about his image, so he fell down on the spot.

"Bang bang bang!" The muzzle of a black hole hole stretched out from the commercial car, and fired three shots at Yan Murong in a row, Yan Murong dodged, but the open car door was punched out of three holes.

"Bang bang bang!" As soon as Yan Murong lay down, three more bullets hit him, and without thinking about it, Yan Murong rolled to the side, hiding behind a pile of rubble left behind construction on the viaduct, looking at Teng Xiangling, who was holding his head and lowering his body, and shouted. "Run!"