The arrogance of the city

Chapter 892 Racing Storm (3)

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The eight supercars are like eight sharp arrows, and they can turn sharp arrows. The car has already passed by, but because of the extreme speed, the taillights of the car form a lingering visual illusion in the air. As the vehicles continue to rush forward, Pull out a series of cool light and shadow.

Car racing can be said to be one of the most passionate sports. The endless sound like a sonic boom, and the hazy street shadows that can no longer be seen clearly make Si Xiting's mind gradually heat up, and the blood all over her body is throbbing with the sound of the roaring engine. combustion.

Circumstances change a person.

Even, she had forgotten that she sat up to see someone make a fool of herself, and seeing Zhuang He's supercar appearing from time to time outside the car window like a lingering ghost, she blushed, anxiously and excitedly urged: : "Hurry up! That bastard Zhuang He is about to catch up again!"

Kowloon Bay is already far away, which means that the race will be over halfway. The first and second groups have already passed Kowloon Bay and started the second half of the competition.

At this time, Li Futu even had the energy to turn his head and look out the window.

Zhuang He is indeed not an embroidered pillow, at least in the sport of racing, he has a good ability, and he is still keeping pace with him. During the gallop, the two cars refused to give way to each other, and they could even clearly see the expressions on each other's faces.

Zhuang He's face was still gloomy and gloomy, but the arrogance and ease at the beginning of the race completely disappeared. In the script he expected, Li Futu should have been thrown away by him early on, and the whole process was only worthy of smelling his car exhaust. However, seeing that the race schedule was almost halfway through, he still couldn't keep a distance from Li Futu, which made him feel a little impetuous at first.

He had a big shame the night before, and if he couldn't step down on Li Futu even with his best comprehension this time, then Zhuang He's reputation in Hong Kong City would probably plummet in the future.

This battle must not be lost!
Clenching the steering wheel tightly with both hands, Zhuang He's eyes gradually became crazy.

At this halfway point, they will go through a continuous curve, and then start the impact towards Wanchai pier, which is the starting point and the ending point.

Continuous curves are extremely difficult and dangerous, especially when driving at such a high speed, if you are not careful, you may fly off the track and turn your back on your back.

Even the leading group all slowed down when they passed here, but Zhuang He didn't.

Staring at the fatal curve ahead, he stepped on the accelerator without any relaxation.

The paranoia about victory has already made him put all his eggs in one basket!
"What is Crane doing? Why doesn't he slow down?"

At Wan Chai Wharf, not only Zhuang He's friends, but everyone has discovered Zhuang He's madness.

"Zhuang He is still too impatient."

Lin Jianye shook his head secretly.

Those who achieve big things don't care about small things, just like Xu Shiheng, even if he is "cheated" by Si Xiting, he has nothing to do with it. Temporarily bearing the burden of humiliation is not a shameful thing.

"Look, Li Futu didn't slow down either!"

Horya exclaimed.

Facing the extremely dangerous continuous curves, both Li Futu and Zhuang He seemed to be getting a little bit over the top, with a tacit understanding, and made the same choice within a few tenths of a second of consideration time, in a way to let Wanchai Wharf The spectators on the road were shocked and adrenaline-fuelled, and rushed into the corner without hesitation.

Hand-foot coordination, brakes, accelerator, gears... The gray McLaren took the lead to seize the inside, and a textbook-like drift stuck Zhuang He who wanted to overtake.

"Get out of here!"

Zhuang He's rather handsome face was covered with ferocity, and his direction suddenly swung to the left!
"boom!"

The two cars collided directly!

It's a crash at high speeds, and the car can easily lose its balance.

With the sparks blowing, both cars shook violently.

"what!!"

Si Xiting screamed uncontrollably, and quickly grabbed the safety handle.

"Is Zhuang He crazy?"

There were also exclamations at Wanchai pier.

Huo Ya stared at the broadcast screen, his face changed slightly.

"He's murdering!"

On the screen, the two racing cars can be said to be really intimate, the bodies stick together, and the sparks from friction keep bursting out.

Li Futu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stepped hard to accelerate again!
"Buzz!"

With the ear-piercing screeching sound, the McLaren, who was about to be squeezed out of the track, jumped out suddenly, and with an almost unbelievable drifting tail, it disappeared into a sharp bend ahead.

Zhuang He's sneer froze, he didn't care about the abuse, and quickly controlled the car that was out of control because of the McLaren's departure, but at this time, a local racing driver from Hong Kong City had already rushed up.

Even though he had already seen the crooked car in front of him, there was no room for him to react at all between the narrow curves.

"boom!"

This time the impact was louder.

The two cars deformed to varying degrees, and completely lost control, and began to drift in the curve, during which several collisions occurred.

Zhuang He's face changed drastically. Because of the violent impact, he was thrown forward, but was dragged back by the safety belt. Although he didn't suffer much damage, his mind was still very dizzy.

But he is worthy of being a seasoned racing driver. He bit his tongue hard to stimulate himself to stay awake with the pain. He clenched the steering wheel with both hands and slammed on the brakes. He wanted to control the car, but it was obviously too late.

"Clang..."

Following the continuous subsequent collisions, he was directly squeezed out of the track and hit the stone pier. The whole car flew out obliquely in an instant, like an acrobatic flying car. After flying a distance of more than 20 meters, it landed. The body trembled violently, and finally tilted over, and rubbed against the ground for another distance.

Sparks and lightning all the way.

The scene is very cool and gorgeous.

When it finally came to a stop, the supercar was devastated, its wheels were on its back, and the tires were still spinning.

The only good news is that there was no explosion on the spot.

Wanchai pier suddenly became a little silent.

The low-flying helicopter broadcast the scene of the car accident in its entirety.

Although he couldn't see Zhuang He and didn't know the extent of his injury, it would definitely not feel good to think about it.

The other car that collided with him seemed to be better than him, and did not fly off the track, but because of this, it successfully intercepted a car at the bottom of the ranking behind. Racing fans learned about the dangerous side of drag racing.

"Zhuang He really stumbled this time."

Staring at the overturned supercar, Huo Ya was full of smiles, making no secret of his schadenfreude.

Lin Jianye also smiled, and he even felt a little regretful. If he could explode on the spot, the scene would be even more exciting.

The broadcast screen stopped for a while on several cars that were already doomed, and then began to switch.

The game is still going on.

(End of this chapter)