"Hey, that agent, I'm not here, have I been promoted to the black list?" As soon as Ximen Zun left, he directly opened the communication message.

Ximen Zun was quite speechless about this brokerage treaty, he could only leave a message to him, sometimes he couldn't find her to consult some questions, and he had to take the initiative to contact him, if he let Ximen Zun know who her agent was, he had to screw her head off.

Europe!

In a certain solemn place, a beautiful woman with black hair and a shawl, lying by the pool, basking in the warm sun, still not forgetting the ten-finger keyboard flying, suddenly sneezed for no reason: "Which bastard is cursing me again." ”

"Just hunted a killer at the bottom of the black list, and you want to enter the black list? Wouldn't this guy die if he didn't daydream? Yes, how can I forget the jet lag, it should be night on his side, so let him dream back first. If Ximen Zun was present, he would definitely strangle her, and when he received a message, he actually put him aside.

Deadly pleasure!

In recent years, Ximen Zun has been traveling to various bloody places in various underground places, death boxing matches, street basketball, hiring spaces, etc., looking for excitement, and Ximen Zun has been called "Hell Shura" in recent years.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! ~~

However, Ximenzun has recently become obsessed with a kind of speed pleasure, and he is in a sports car, and there are dozens of sports cars alongside him, all of which are brilliant and extremely powerful.

"Attention, the mountain race is about to start, tonight is an honor, we have invited the new generation of car king "Yabradi", I believe that tonight's event will be very exciting, everyone is looking forward to it! ”

Mountain races, not regular races, everything ends at the end of the line, in which the curves are twists and turns, mountains, cliffs, unguarded, is a famous death track in North America, with mountains and mountains, severe terrain, and a mortality rate of up to 80 percent, but it is because of the stimulation of mortality that it attracts famous riders from all over the world.

If you want to participate, it's very simple, as long as you have a car, you can, go around the mountain all the way, not to mention getting the first, even if you succeed and come back alive, it can be said to be an honor, if you want this honor, you have to take your life to win, and Ximen Zun enjoys this feeling of horror.

“g”

Ximen Zun, taking the lead, blessed the horsepower, and rushed out, and at the beginning came a dismount, directly pressed the so-called "car king" down, and some of the support groups who came to help him cheer for a while, speechless.

"How dare that guy run ahead, idiot?" In the Chewang Support Group, many car fans in foreign countries whispered, looking like idiots, looking at the vehicles rushing to the front.

Bang! ~

Ximen Zun drove the sports car, and the sports car behind him, the distance, pulled farther and farther, obviously, this sports car has been transformed by Ximen Zun, the wings exhaust holes, roaring like thunder, even the cypress trees on the side, were shocked by the fallen leaves.

Not to mention sports cars, even if it is a chariot, under the guidance of Jiang Ye, Ximen Zun has been racing in the Hurricane Islands, where the terrain is much more terrifying than this death track, and a mistake in operation will face a car crash and death.

The Hurricane Islands, horror is horror, that is only terrain horror, and the death track, not only has to face the threat of mountains, the most frightening thing is that there are no rules at all, to face the death trap created by other racers, a careless, will definitely end up in pieces.

In the Hurricane Islands, Ximen Zun is racing alone, he never thought that racing with others was so frightening and exciting, the thrill of extreme speed made him unable to stop, drifting again and again, causing screams again and again.

"Crazy, this guy is a madman!" Noticing the sports car still speeding on the mountain at full speed, Yabrady, cold sweat flowed, although he could do it, but the mountains were steep, he still had endless money to spend, endless soaking girls, there was no need to put his life as a blockage here.

Bang! ~

"Ah~no~~~~"

In a trance, the speed of the car stalled slightly, and a high-performance sports car behind him, saying that it was too late, was too fast, and just crashed into it.

Rumble! ~

An explosion, in the stunned eyes of all car fans, the new generation, the so-called "car king", was knocked off the cliff and ended his life in a hurry, and the honor went with it.

The race is getting more and more intense, dozens of sports cars, nearly half of them have been destroyed, all of them are falling off the cliff, the death track, what is said is true, between the mountains, a track, there is only one parking space spacing, if you want to overtake the car in front, there is only one way, that is, to knock it off the cliff, the rules are cruel.

And Ximen Zun, who bore the brunt, said that there was no pressure, the rear sports car, even Ximen Zun's taillights could not be seen, and it was not easy to knock over Ximen Zun's sports car.

When Ximenzun's sports car ran to the finish line, fans from all over the world, together with the organizers, for a while, silent, it was hard to imagine how the sports car in front of him did it, it took less than 30 minutes, completely refreshed the record of the death track, came back to his senses, and cheered like a tide.

All fans of exotic cars should be curious and curious about who is behind the wheel of this sports car? When Ximenzun's taillights disappeared on the field, everyone was dumbfounded, and the organizer was also dumbfounded, so he left?

Since then, the Death Track, a legend about ghosts, has spread, and no one knows who is driving that night, and no one dares to impersonate him, and he is called a ghost by fans from all walks of life.

Multiply! Multiply! ~~

"Damn, what a broken car!" Ximenzun, who had just returned to the city from the race, looked at the front of the car with thick smoke billowing and was speechless, this was already his fourth sports car scrapped.

Chirping! Chirping! ~

"You're ghs, you're ghs, you're ???" As a sports car braked in front of the Ximenzun sports car, a Chinese young man jumped down suddenly, and spoke English excitedly.

“？？？ What to say? Speak human words! "No way, Ximen Zun can only speak Chinese, he doesn't understand Chinese, if it wasn't for the mission, how could he appear in an unfamiliar place."

"You are Chinese, haha, the ghost turned out to be us Chinese, hello, please allow me to introduce, I am Wu Hao, you can call me Xiaohao, can I worship you as a teacher?" Wu Hao looked at Ximen Zun with admiration on his face, and those who didn't understand the eyes thought that he was good at Longyang.

"Not interested!" Ximen Zun did not hesitate and refused directly.

"No, master, you must accept me, serve tea and water, fight and split friends, I Wu Hao, proficient in everything, as long as you accept me, I will sell me to you." Wu Hao has no discipline at all, it can be seen that his enthusiasm for racing, tonight he deliberately rushed from Huaguo, and made a special trip to worship the "car king" as a teacher, but I didn't expect that the old guy was unlucky enough, and when he was hit, he was gone.

And his surprise was that Ximen Zun, not only saw the loss of the car king, but also saw the birth of the ghost, he didn't expect to be so young, how did he practice his driving skills.