The arrogance of the city

Chapter 891 Racing Storm (2)

Everyone has idols.

Even the gambling king's daughter, who is loved by thousands of people, is no exception.

The woman driving the flame supercar at the moment is Si Xiting's idol.

Naga.

Underground Racing Queen.

In the exciting game of drag racing, which is full of passion, blood and even thrills, she is a woman, but she has created a myth.

In the past few years, she has swept the major races, and countless top racers can only look at the taillights of her car and sigh.

In the hearts of women like Si Xiting who have serious feminism, Naga is an outstanding representative who has proved to the world that women are not inferior to men at all.

At this moment, the gambling king's daughter seemed to be transformed into a fan girl for an instant. When she saw Lie Yanchao racing over, she even planned to go up and ask for an autograph.

Li Futu grabbed her.

"You don't want to die?"

The flame supercar passed by them at an extremely fast speed, blowing a gust of wind, and stopped at the starting point of the race together with the rest of the cars.If Si Xiting had rushed forward just now, she would probably have been hit.

Four cars lined up, and the world's top legendary racers inside did not intend to get out of the car to say hello to the onlookers, rather arrogant.

certainly.They are also entitled to be proud.

"Crane, come on."

Several sons and brothers turned their eyes to Zhuang He.

Zhuang He smiled, and clapped hands with several people one by one. When he opened the door to get in the car, he glanced at Li Futu, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a sharp arc. Then he got in the car, closed the door, started the ignition, I drove to the starting line in no hurry.

In the bay not far away, a sea ship issued a melodious siren sound, reminding everyone at the pier that the game was about to begin.

There is even a helicopter hovering in the sky, which will track and shoot the event in real time.

"The competition is about to start. You promised Zhuang He just now. If you don't participate, your name in Hong Kong City will be a joke in the future."

Si Xiting shook off his hand, seemingly kindly reminding her.

Very poor aggressive method, but it seems to be very effective.

Li Futu originally intended to remind this girl who agreed just now, but after thinking about it, she still didn't waste her words and looked at Huo Ya.

"Miss Huo, borrow my car."

Huo Ya threw the key over without hesitation.

"Come on, handsome boy."

Li Futu smiled faintly, bent down and got into the McLaren, put on his seat belt and was about to drive to the starting point, but the door was opened, and Si Xiting got in and sat on the passenger seat.

"what are you doing?"

"Each driver is allowed to be accompanied by a female companion in this race, and I will be your female companion."

She turned her head.

"What are you still doing? Let's go."

In this event, a total of eight racers participated, and supercars of various colors were lined up. Huge searchlights hit these supercars, and the light was very dazzling.

Amid the frantic shouts, a seductive woman in leather shorts walked up to eight supercars with two flags, from left to right, then from right to left, and finally stood in the middle of the starting line.

Zhuang He's parking space was right next to Li Futu's. With the car window down, he stretched out his left hand and gave a thumbs up. Then, his wrist flipped over with his thumb down, which was extremely provocative.

"Hey, Zhuang He is provoking you, why don't you respond?"

Li Futu glanced out of the window, met Shang Zhuang He's unruly gaze, not only did not respond, but nodded and smiled friendlyly, then quickly withdrew his gaze, turned back to the front, and said indifferently: "Drag racing is not a joke, put on your seat belt, I don't want you to splash my blood all over if something happens later."

"you!"

Si Xiting gritted her teeth, but didn't continue to talk back, and started to put on her seat belt.

She is also very clear that racing is a very dangerous sport, and there are almost tragic car accidents in underground car races every year.

Don't play racing if you have no family background, and don't play racing if you are afraid of death.

The eight top supercars stopped motionless on the starting line, and all eyes were on the sexy girl in the middle.

Under the gaze of all directions, the girl slowly raised the flag, crossed her hands, and then put it down suddenly!

"boom!"

The eight supercars rushed out almost at the same time like eight uncaged beasts!

Because the speed was too fast, the car lights left streaks of light and shadow in the air, and soon disappeared at the pier. The spectators could only pay attention to the game broadcasted by helicopter from the temporary large screen set up beside the pier.

Anyone can drive a car.

But drag racing is different.

Racing requires the driver's keen observation and nerve reaction speed, as well as the degree of control over the vehicle.

Generally, racers know their own racing car well, so there will be no obstacles in driving it, but Li Futu is different, he can be said to be driven out of the car, and he drives Huo Ya's car.But to Si Xiting's surprise, this guy didn't seem to feel any discomfort because of it, as if he was driving his own car.

Cornering without slowing down, continuous spinning and drifting, line routing at corners, forced overtaking on the inside, each of the frightening movements was continuously displayed by him, flowing freely and heartily.

This guy has such superb driving skills?

Because of the inertia generated by the high speed, Si Xiting's body was tightly pressed against the back of the chair, but she was not afraid at all, staring at the calm side face of the man beside her, a little absent-minded.

In this competition, the starting point is the end point. Eight racing cars set off from Wanchai Pier, arrive at Kowloon Plaza through the established route, and then turn back. The first to return to the dock is the champion.

The champion will win a huge bonus of 1000 million.

Of course, for ordinary people, this is an astronomical sum, but in the eyes of the eight participating racers, no one cares about the bonus.

All they care about is honor.

Or the thrill after victory!
For example, Zhuang He.

He kept his eyes on the gray McLaren.

There are several legendary racing drivers participating in this event. He didn't expect to win the first place. His goal is not big, just keep the McLaren down.

Eight supercars roared past, rubbing against the air to make a sharp sound similar to a sonic boom.

Even the helicopters in the air seemed to be struggling to follow them.

At the Wanchai pier, on the huge display screen, the pictures of several cars were clearly displayed.

It can be seen that as time goes by and the distance increases, the gap between several cars gradually appears.

The sports car that looked like a raging flame was always in the leading position, forming the leading group with the blue whale driven by the European car god Steve.

It can be seen that Steve, who has numerous honors in the world, has always wanted to compete for the first position, but he has not succeeded until now, and he is biting the rear of the opponent's car tightly.

Behind Steve, a dark black racing car followed like a shadow. Although it was behind the first group, it could replace it at any time.

This is Grecht of South America, also a hall-level racing driver.

"He's really quite versatile."

Lin Jianye was a little surprised looking at the display screen.

His attention wasn't too much on the lead group, instead, his eyes were on the gray McLaren almost the entire time.

McLaren is roughly in the rear of the middle among the eight cars at the moment, with a distance of about 1 meters from No.200.

This distance may seem a bit long, but at their current speed, it is only a few seconds.

"Erya, who do you think will win between the two?"

Lin Jianye turned his head and asked.

Compared with the champion of this competition, he is more interested in the outcome between Li Futu and Zhuang He.

Judging from the current situation, the two have been biting each other tightly, a bit like meeting a good talent and meeting an opponent.

"Don't you think the outcome is already obvious?"

Lin Jianye frowned slightly, a little puzzled.

"With Zhuang He's personality, from the very beginning of the game, he definitely wanted to step on Li Futu, so he had already exhausted all his strength, but he still failed to take the lead so far, so the result is relatively clear."

Huo Ya looked at the big screen, tapped her chin unconsciously with her fingers, and stared at her car.

"What I'm more curious about now is what ranking he can get in the end."

(End of this chapter)