What's the situation? “

Han Fang asked.

Xu Yi said slowly: "These cars are all eliminated in the professional arena and are close to scrapping, so there are some problems. “

Song Qian is also very clear about this, and said, "A brand new professional-level racing car, the fraud alone has reached 10 million, and it is not sold to the outside world, although it can be obtained through special channels, but the cheapest is more than 20 million. “

Han Fang nodded, and then said to Xu Yi: "Is there a way?" “

"It's not a big problem. But after this trip, all three cars will definitely have to be scrapped. Xu Yi said.

Song Qian said: "This is fine, if it is scrapped, it will be scrapped." “

"Then hurry up and get it, hurry up." Han Fang commanded. "You're going to help too."

"Okay."

Song Qian greeted and followed with his team.

Although none of them are professional racing logistics personnel, they can't stand Song Dashao's money, but all kinds of equipment are readily available. This saves a lot of trouble.

Under the command of Xu Yi, a group of people quickly debugged and optimized the three vehicles to adjust the performance to the best state.

Half an hour, it passed quickly.

Xu Yi and the others also adjusted the car in place a minute before the start of the race, and changed into professional racing suits and put on head coverings.

Han Fang is no exception, although his body is much stronger than ordinary people, but it is also flesh and blood, not iron, in this kind of speed of more than 300 yards in the car, if there is not enough security, the slightest carelessness will be the end of the car crash.

He didn't want to joke with his life, after all, his life was not just his own.

He still has daughters, parents, so many brothers??

A minute later, with the sound of a rousing music, the game was about to kick off.

Han Fang and Song Qian came to the bright red Ferrari car, but before getting into the car, Song Qian hesitated again, looking at the steering wheel, his body trembled a little.

"Brother Han, me??"

Song Qian grimaced, and his phobia seemed to have begun to attack again.

Han Fang's face turned cold, and he said coldly: "If you are on the battlefield and retreat, I will kill you with one shot!" “

Han Fang's voice was extremely cold, and there seemed to be murderous intent surging in his eyes. was so frightened that Song Qian's neck shrank, and he overshadowed the phobia in his heart in one fell swoop.

Holding back the fear in his heart, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and walked towards the car in a sneering manner.

Open the car door. Sitting in the driver's seat and looking at the steering wheel in front of him, his hands were shaking.

At this time, Han Fang sat in the passenger seat, glanced at him, and said, "If you don't want to die, just obediently fasten your seat belt." “

Song Qian reacted at this time, he was too nervous just now. Even these basic common senses have been forgotten.

"Take it easy, it's the same as when you drive, focus on what's in front of you and don't think about anything." The South Korean side softened his tone a little.

Song Qian took two deep breaths, tried to calm his heart, looked ahead, his eyes gradually became firm, and started the car.

At this time. Zhao Wei had already driven the car over.

Sitting in a professional racing car for the first time, Zhao Wei was particularly excited, and greeted the Korean side while driving. "Brother Fang, this car is different, it feels so cool, haha??"

Han Fang shook his head. Ignoring Zhao Wei, he said to Song Qian, "Let's go, let's play first." Lest it be laughed at. “

"Okay."

Song Qian answered and followed.

When they came to the starting point of the race, Wei Xiaozhuang and the three of them were already waiting there.

In the makeshift stands around them, everyone also shouted and roared along with the heavy metal music.

The sound of music, shouts, whistles, cheers??

All sorts of sounds intertwined, making the scene completely boiling.

"Players from the first round of the two sides are invited to play and get ready!"

The music did not stop, and the voice of the car race commentator came from the stereo, which instantly ignited the atmosphere of the scene.

In the first round, the person sent by the South Korean side was Zhao Wei, who personally served as his deputy.

And Wei Xiaozhuang sent Thunderstorm, and Thunderstorm was his deputy.

The two cars slowly drove to the starting line and parked.

"Zhao Wei? Even you, who want to win against me? What a joke! “

Lei Feng didn't take Zhao Wei seriously at all. In the Jiangcheng racing circle, although Zhao Wei is also famous, compared with Lei Feng, it is not a level at all.

The audience's highlights are basically the same, in their eyes, in front of Lei Feng, Zhao Wei has no chance of winning.

"Song Dashao really has no one in his hands, and even a small character like Zhao Wei has been sent out, this is to stretch his face up and beat others!"

"Before Lei Feng, he was the trump card in Song Dashao's hand, and now he has become Zhuang Shao's person, this is simply a king crushing bronze, there is no suspense."

"Actually. We have seen a lot of fierce games, but this kind of crushing competition is rare, and today it is not necessarily a good thing for us to open our eyes, don't you say? “

"That's right, Song Dashao is well-intentioned, everyone has to thank Song Dashao a lot!"

On the audience, everyone's discussion was endless, and Zhao Wei's face was red and his ears were red, and he even felt a burst of heat all over his body.

Han Fang immediately said: "Don't be influenced by others, you won't lose." “

"Haha, what a big joke, do you still expect this straw bale to win my big brother?"

Thunderstorm's face was full of disdain, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"It's as easy as it is to win against you two pieces of shit."

Han Fang said lightly, not taking them to heart at all.

"Cut, if you can win, Lao Tzu will kill himself by swallowing dung in minutes!"

Lei Yu said very firmly.

Han Fang immediately laughed, he didn't expect that there would be someone so heavy-mouthed.

"That's what you said!"

"That's what I said, what's wrong?" The nostrils of the thunderstorm are going to the sky," Lao Tzu said and did. “

Han Fang smiled even more, "I hope you won't let me do it myself." “

"Hmph, you win my brother first." Lei Yu said disdainfully.

"Ten seconds to the game, please get ready!"

The voice of the race commentator rang out again, and the countdown began.

"Start self-checking!"

As the Korean side spoke, he checked it very professionally.

"The water temperature is normal!"

"The oil pressure is normal!"

"Gasoline pressure is normal!"

??

"Self-test complete!"

After a tedious self-examination, the Korean side was meticulous.

"Start Starting!"

Zhao Wei took a deep breath, spit out a long breath, and started the engine.

"Boom??"

The sound of the engine roared like thunder, and black car exhaust continued to spew out.

Just wait for that shot to go off!

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Bang!"

The starting gun sounded, and Thunderwind's car rushed out like an arrow from a string.

And Zhao Wei was obviously half a beat slower, and he was thrown away by Lei Feng in the blink of an eye.

The difference in strength between the two sides was immediately apparent.

In such a race, losing two bodies at the beginning basically means that the game is over, and it is even more difficult to turn the tables around, unless the opponent makes a major mistake.

But Thunderwind is a veteran of the field, and has won several consecutive championships, so he is too familiar with the field to make a major mistake.

And Zhao Wei can be said to be completely unfamiliar with this venue, and the possibility of major mistakes is much higher than that of Lei Feng.

"Thunderstorm!"

"Thunderstorm!"

"Thunderstorm!"

??

In the audience, more than half of the people had already begun to shout Thunderwind's name in unison, and more and more people were joining.

Over 100 in 5 seconds!

In ten seconds, the speed had been increased to two hundred and forty yards!

Such a speed made Zhao Wei inevitably a little nervous.

It's a wasteland, the ground is not even uneven, and there are even a lot of potholes, but at speeds above two hundred yards, any pit or a rock can make the car fly.

This is quite dangerous, especially for people who are not good on the road, and they are even more desperate.

In just a short moment, Han Fang's hands were already sweaty, and Lei Feng was nearly 100 meters ahead of him by virtue of his familiarity with the venue.

The winner seems to have been decided.

However, at this moment, Han Fang said lightly: "Increase the speed to three hundred yards!" “

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