Kyoto, on a winding mountain road in the suburbs.

At a quarter past eight o'clock in the evening, a light rain began to fall in the sky, making the already dark road conditions even more slippery.

This is a section of the mountain road that has just been completed, and the section is the pond leading to Yanqing.

At the beginning of the construction, it was convenient for a certain team to block the large wind outlet at the junction of Kyoto, and a large area of trees and shrubs was planted to facilitate the transportation of materials and personnel.

Because the connection is a small remote town, and there are not many private cars in this era, the road is even more sparsely populated, and you can't even see a car passing by for half an hour, and on both sides of the ring road, even the safety guardrails have not had time to be installed.

Halfway up the mountain, there are pitch-black cliffs outside.

Under the reflection of a full moon, it looks like a giant mouth of the abyss, staring at the crowd of revelers on the top of the mountain.

The music was loud, and more than a dozen sports cars and various luxury cars gathered together, and when the doors were opened, the sound of the stereo shook through the valley.

Inside was Marilyn Manson's heavy metal music, and the irascible screams and all kinds of filthy words stimulated the nerves of every young man.

Under the interweaving of the lights of luxury cars, you can see the drizzle falling in the sky.

Everyone roared and screamed desperately, their eyes on one figure, crazy and hot.

They were clustered together like stars holding the moon.

And the only girl standing on the roof of the car, holding champagne and spraying constantly, is the pearl of Kyoto Sihai Wangye - Si Mu.

Her high heels were ten centimeters long, her legs were straight, and she stepped on the bee-yellow body one after the other.

It was a purely imported Ferrari F360, limited to only 8,800 units worldwide, and even fewer entered the country.

In this era when Santana and Xiali are both rich families, it can be seen how terrifying the gold content of this car is.

Si Mu should be having fun.

Her hair was soaked with rain, and her clothes were so clinging to her body that she could even see the outline inside.

But for this, she was already unconscious.

Champagne sprayed out, and the young people opened their mouths and swallowed into their bellies mixed with the rain.

There was a look of enjoyment on their faces.

As for whether it was to please this super-rich girl, or to really enjoy the pleasure of this madness, it is unknown.

Marilyn Manson's roar pierced the valley, and the young people followed suit, singing lyrics full of "fuck" and "mum".

The music is finally over.

Si Mu sat on the roof of the car panting, wiped the rain off his face with his right hand, and watched the sky breathe greedyly.

Her chest rose and fell, and her legs rested naturally on the roof of the car, making the blood of the young lads below get pumping.

Suddenly, Si Mu turned his head to look at everyone: "Let's start." ”

Si Mu jumped out of the car, and two young girls quickly stepped forward to help.

When she stood firm, she pointed to the other end of the cliff and said, "I have set up a platform on the top of the mountain opposite, and whoever gets there first will give this car to whomever I want." ”

With that, he took out a delicate car key and shook it.

Everyone cheered and shouted Si Mu's name loudly.

"Si Mu!"

"Si Mu!"

"Si Mu!!"

Si Mu had an evil smile on his face: "I won't let you get this car easily, because I will also participate in this race." ”

"If you really want it......"

Si Mu looked around everyone: "I'll outrun first." ”

Everyone cheered again, as if Si Mu had also joined this drag race, which made them even more excited.

The rain was still falling, not heavy, but enough to wet the young man's clothes and hair.

Si Mu walked to the bee-colored Ferrari sports car, and a handsome young man quickly bent down and pulled the car door.

"Happy birthday, Wan Chai."

Si Mu looked at the young man who was bent over and laughing, and gently stroked his head with his right hand, like touching a pet dog.

Wan Chai still bent over, looked up and smiled: "Thank you Sister Mu for coming forward for my birthday." ”

Si Mu smiled slightly, reached out and took out a check; "Birthday present."

Wan Chai stretched out his hand to take it, his face full of surprise: "Thank you, Sister Mu, long live Sister Mu!" ”

Si Mu stretched out his hand to lift Wan Chai's chin, squinted and asked, "Am I beautiful?" ”

Wan Chai was slightly stunned: "Sister Mu is the most beautiful in the world, so you still need to ask." Sister Mu, you ...... Why do you ask this all of a sudden. ”

Si Mu chuckled: "It's nothing." ”

After that, he patted Wan Chai's face lightly and sat in the car.

Wan Chai was drenched in the rain, closed the car door outside, and then stood next to the car and waved.

The window fell, Si Mu looked at Wan Chai and said, "You come along, win me, this car is yours." ”

As Si Mu's car slowly drove into the preparation line, all the cars began to move. Supercars, coupes, and even many cars converted from sedans, with a variety of varieties and roaring echoes in the mountains.

Beams of light shone on the winding road, like a group of monkeys with their eyes open, staring into the abyss.

As the flare gun sounded, Ferrari roared and rushed out first.

Si Mu held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and his eyes were full of excitement.

As there were fewer and fewer other vehicles in the rearview mirror, the smile on her face became more presumptuous.

“yes！”

Si Mu suddenly dialed the gear, and the high heels stepped on the accelerator directly to the end.

The powerful power soared a notch again, and the dull whistling of the beast sounded, highlighting the extraordinary nature of her car.

This car was bought by her father Si Hai after she had been making trouble for a long time, and it was the first Ferrari to enter the country in a real sense.

The Modena version, surrounded by the Japanese brand of RSD, is equipped with a V8, a 3.6L engine that can deliver 400 hp and 373 Nm of torque, and a huge exhaust tailbag, so that this car quickly leaves those "non-professional" "sports cars" behind.

Although this generation of Ferrari F360 is not a pinnacle supercar, the stability and grip of the turf are not comparable to ordinary cars, but in the blink of an eye, it throws the people behind far away.

A happy smile flowed out of Si Mu's face, and then his eyes looked in the rearview mirror, and the smile gradually disappeared.

"Whew......!"

A pitch-black silhouette quickly whizz past the Ferrari's skinny body, and even the dull sound of rubber rubbing against the ground could be clearly felt.

What has passed?

Because it was a rainy day, there was no guardrail outside, and the road surface was wet due to the rain, Si Mu still had to reduce his speed quickly when turning despite his madness.

It was just a corner that made the car that couldn't see the taillights just now quickly overtake.

Wait a minute......

The red light in the parking space turned on, and Si Mu saw the body in front of him clearly.

This is not a car in her drag racing team, but a large SUV with a pitch-black body, and the license plate number can be faintly seen: Jing A·LJ880.

"I'm ...... Three dads? ”

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