"Shadow, hurry up, show your true skills, otherwise the dead shemale escapes, and Bowen will be in danger. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

In the passenger seat, Chen Wan'er looked nervously at the coquettish Porsche at the end of her field of vision, cheering for Zhang Ying from time to time.

"I've been out of shape lately!" Zhang Ying shook her head deliberately, and then took out a free hand to point to Chen Wan'er's cheeks.

"Virtue!" After Chen Wan'er, who understood Zhang Ying's meaning, glanced at him, the chick kissed him on the cheek like a peck of rice.

"Wow, come back at any time!" Zhang Ying whistled proudly, stepped on the accelerator, and the limited-edition BMW turned into a streamer in an instant, riding the wind to chase Porsche.

"Brother Xing, they're catching up." The driver of the pink Porsche spotted a light blue BMW following them through the rearview mirror, and knew that it was Zhang Ying who had caught up with them.

"Can you get rid of them?" Liu Baoxing turned his head and glanced at the BMW that had caught up and asked.

The driver said a little embarrassedly: "It's a little difficult, their car is better than ours, and it seems that the driver is very skilled." ”

Liu Baoxing's eyes condensed slightly, and he sneered, "Then kill them!" ”

"Yes!" The two killers beside Liu Baoxing glanced at each other, and quickly turned out a PF90-style 80mm individual rocket launcher from under the seat.

The sunroof opened, and one of the killers climbed onto the roof of the car, and the other handed him the PF90-style 80mm bazooka, which set up the bazooka, filled the ammunition, opened the scope, and when it was ready, waited for the BMW to throw itself into the net.

The PF90 80mm bazooka had a maximum range of 300 meters, but the range was reduced due to its power, and the shooter set the target at 250 meters to ensure that it could kill the enemy in one shot.

"Zhang Ying, this bazooka is for you! What about the grandmaster rank, in front of high-tech weapons, it is scum. ”

Glancing at the already filled bazooka, a feminine smile appeared on Liu Baoxing's face, and even his cruel gaze fell on the BMW that was getting closer and closer, he wanted to see a gorgeous fireworks.

"I rubbed it, it turned out to be a PF90 80mm individual bazooka, I was really lucky today."

Zhang Ying had a good eye, and when the bazooka was on the roof of the Porsche, he guessed its model.

Chen Wan'er, who was sitting in the passenger seat, also smiled wryly, and then her face tightened, and she stretched out a slender jade hand on Zhang Ying's right hand and patted it gently.

"Ei, I believe in you!"

Feeling the softness coming from his right hand, Zhang Ying was slightly stunned, and as soon as he turned his head, a beautiful face was imprinted into his eyes, and Chen Wan'er was blinking a pair of big watery eyes, staring at him directly, and her eyes were full of trust.

"Uh。。。。。 Don't worry, I used to be an F1 champion, and my drag racing skills were 6! ”

Looking at this delicate face, Zhang Ying couldn't disappoint her by saying anything.

"Shadow, come on!"

"Poof!" Feeling the confident momentum exuded by Zhang Ying's body, Chen Wan'er blushed and gently kissed Zhang Ying on the cheek again.

Zhang Ying touched the place where she was kissed, and took a deep look at Chen Wan'er, who had lowered her head shyly, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but hook up a smug smile.

It would be nice if the time had stopped, but that's just a luxury.

"Skinny monkey, the target has entered the attack range, stabilize the speed of the car, and cooperate with me to carry out precision strikes."

The shooter, who was half exposed outside the car, noticed from the scope that the target was already in range, and shouted at the driver to cooperate with his artillery attack.

"No problem!" The driver, nicknamed Skinny Monkey, said yes and began to gradually stabilize his speed. Try to match the shooter.

"Make sure a cannonball blows them up into the sky and gives them a taste of death."

Liu Baoxing stared at the BMW with fierce eyes and ordered coldly.

"Come on, Brother Xing, you'll see!" The shooter triumphantly won, then leaned on the roof of the car, breathing evenly, ready to lock on to his target.

"Wan'er sat firmly, and the other party began to lock us, and I want to use the 'S' run to ask them to lock in."

After understanding the other party's intentions, Zhang Ying instructed Chen Wan'er without looking back, and then stepped on the accelerator suddenly, and the steering wheel kept spinning in his hand like a merry-go-round.

The most commonly used "S" running method in F1 was finally used by Zhang Ying on unconventional tracks, and his car was not a high-performance car.

But fortunately, the BMW is also very well specified, especially its tires, which are not only wear-resistant but also good at gripping.

In this way, although at the beginning, Zhang Ying was not sure that he could achieve perfect elegance on the two turns of the "S" shape, but when it came time to practice, the results were not satisfactory.

"Hehe, this car has a good performance!" It was another perfect elegance, and Zhang Yingtou did not praise Chen Wan'er beside him.

However, after waiting for a while, Zhang Ying didn't wait for Chen Wan'er's answer, he turned his head suspiciously, and he was a little embarrassed to see Chen Wan'er's pretty face at this time, staring at him with a coquettish face.

Zhang Ying only cared about herself, but she didn't expect that Chen Wan'er, a girl who had never been so stimulated, would not be able to accept it. At that moment, he laughed dryly, and did not take the initiative to talk to Chen Wan'er, and was engrossed in the "S" shaped drift.

"Brother Xing, why does this kid use such a strange running style? I can't lock it! ”

Looking at the target, he suddenly changed his way of running, his whereabouts became erratic, and the shooter on the roof of the car was a little speechless.

Liu Baoxing, who has been paying attention to BMW, explained: "Zhang Ying has participated in F1 races before, and he has also won championships, and this kind of running style is commonly used in F1. ”

"I can't lock it, what can I do?" The shooter on the roof of the car cried out.

Liu Baoxing: "If you can't lock it, don't lock it, just bomb me wildly, this time I brought 20 shells, I don't believe I can't kill him!" ”

"Gotcha! Three fat man, help me get my ammunition ready, I'm going to blow this kid up. ”

The shooter screamed excitedly, predicting from the scope where a shadowy BMW was about to appear, and a cannonball exploded.

"It's coming!"

Looking at the black dots that were constantly enlarging in his field of vision, Zhang Ying reminded in a low voice, holding the steering wheel with both hands, and made a sharp turn when the shell was about to hit the BMW.

"Boom!" The shell flew out of the car door and landed heavily on the ground, and after a loud bang, a cloud of rubble was lifted.

"Almost, damn it! Again! ”

The shooter cursed in frustration, loaded his ammunition, and took aim again at the target to fire, by which time the BMW was only 200 meters away from them.

(To be continued.) )