Ten seconds passed......

The crowd didn't react.

Thirty seconds passed......

There was a little solemnity on everyone's faces.

And then on.

A pair of eyes widened, breathing paused, and finally the muscles in their faces began to tremble, all staring at the screen.

"It's a whirlwind drift!"

"Brake hard."

"It's flying, lying grass, the car is really flying. How the hell did this Nima do it? ”

"I know, I know, it was that drift just now, and then she didn't slow down, and suddenly braked. The wheel will squeeze and bounce high! ”

Sky! Oh, my God!

How precise is this algorithm?

Everyone was shocked!

The manager directly held the dash cam in his hand, and his eyes were red with excitement.

He thought ......

China is going to lose, and the apology letter is already a sure thing, and the dignity of hundreds of millions of Chinese in the whole country will be trampled on by foreigners.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it!

The manager's hands were shaking, and he watched the video several times: "See? This one! This person! It's our people! ”

"It's ours!"

"We will prove to the world that Huaguo is not bad, it is very powerful!"

The people who were originally lifeless and had given up hope were all boiling after seeing Kwon Jin's terrible driving skills.

Just find her.

They will definitely be able to raise their eyebrows!

"I'll just say it, she can really save Huaguo and really win."

The young master of the family grabbed the hand of one of the racers and asked nervously, "In seven days, we will win." ”

"You're going to win, aren't you?"

His words fell.

The people in the entire racing hall looked up, and in ten years, they had never been so confident at a moment: "Yes, this time, we will not lose!" ”

"Huaguo will not lose!"

"Chinese dignity, let alone lose!"

"The hundreds of millions of compatriots behind us are waiting for our victorious return!"

And this girl wearing a mask -

It's their Huaguo Racing Department, all hopes!

The manager held the recorder like a baby and walked towards the information place where the vehicle model and license plate were registered.

Behind him, followed by a group of people.

All of them stood tall with determination and confidence on their faces.

"Bang!"

The door of the DMV registry was smashed open.

As soon as the manager entered the door, he ordered directly to the employees inside: "Jiangcheng, Bugatti-Weihang, silver gray, tail number V587, check the name of the owner of the car." ”

"Now, now, right now—"