"Crazy, this madman!" Looking at the blue car that seemed to be spinning out of control, the driver of the red car quickly made it to the far right and stepped on the brakes to death.

But even so, the rotating body might still sweep him. The driver of the Red Car hugged his head and closed his eyes, subconsciously collapsed and shouted.

1 second, 2 seconds... The shouts overwhelmed the engine, and nothing happened except it.

When the driver of the red car came to his senses, the blue car in the rearview mirror passed in a flash.

He gasped in fear, and then felt ashamed. Obviously, he was being played with!

"Look, our No. 30 car once again showed this incredible driving skill and successfully forced No. 2 to stop. Huh, I was so scared that I thought he was out of control again. It seems that the surprise that the No. 30 player wants to give us is much more than that."

At this time, Wang Dali was like a chicken blood injection, and the red car that wanted to chase him also completely lost the possibility of victory after the failure just now.

He was destined to be the second, and he might even be unable to even be the second. Because just as he and Wang Dali were entangled, the car behind him had already caught up.

The nearest one is only half a kilometer away!

"Damn it, it's all you! I remember you..."

In the tunnel, Wang Dali met the second car and directly threw out his ultimate move to avoid trouble.

"Damn!"

The guy in the car was so scared that he almost hit the wall and panicked to the side. But just as the blue car was about to collide with him, he miraculously straightened the body of the car and flew past him instantly after fueling it.

All the existing drivers he encountered later were frightened by Wang Dali in the same way.

The broken blue racing car was like a wild horse that had been ridden, running towards the finish line.

The director almost forgot all the other contestants, and the picture was locked in Car No. 30. The commentator became more and more excited, as if this was no longer a game, but Wang Dali's personal show.

"Another one! The driver of Car No. 30 showed us the magic skills that only exist in the movie. Using this extraordinary method, 20 cars have passed in a row! I just want to know how big the psychological shadow area of ​​other drivers is."

"Now our No. 30 car has completed half a journey, and it is only 20 kilometers away from the finish line! In the last 20 kilometers, his average speed is far ahead. As long as nothing unexpected happens, victory is within reach for him!"

Amid the cheers of the audience, Wang Dali's car soon appeared in front of the finish line.

"Car No. 30 crossed the finish line and took 38 minutes and 11 seconds to successfully win the championship!"

There were no flowers or applause, only a deafening shout. Wang Dali pushed open the car door, and Tang Mingyuan had already run over and shouted like crazy: "Mr. Wang, it's amazing, so awesome!"

"It's okay." After winning, Wang Dali didn't have much joy in victory.

He is now starting to feel sorry for his poisonous point, and the sx bonus is not enough to compensate.

Alas, forget it. It seems that it is better to participate in less competitions in the future. Not only the dangers are the same, but it is also expensive.

Not long after, the other drivers also reached the finish line in turn. The foreigner with the red car was the first to be hit. Although he won the second place, he was obviously not happy.

"Hey you!"

During this short rest, he came to Wang Dali and smiled very viciously. He said in bad Chinese: "Next time, I will let you leave forever."

After saying that, he was pulled away by a few foreigners whom he accompanied.

Of course, Wang Dali would not take this kind of loser's clamor and clamor to him, but Tang Mingyuan next to him said solemnly: "Mr. Wang, this Charles belongs to the Black Street Club."

"So what?" Wang Dali didn't pay attention to racing at all, and he was not considered an insider. He had never heard of this name at all.

Tang Mingyuan said in a deep voice: "Hei Street Club is a top racing club abroad, with many experts. At the same time, it is also famous for being shameless. If they are targeted, there will be no good things... Otherwise, I will say hello to the top."

"No need. Don't look at where this is." Wang Dali waved his hand and soon arrived at the award ceremony.

Under the camera, Wang Dali found an angle he thought was the most handsome. After holding the trophy to show it, he was interviewed with Tang Mingyuan.

"Mr. Wang, do you have any opinions on this competition?"

"I don't have any opinions, it's quite fun." Wang Dali kept smiling. After all, it was to show it to the people of the whole country. It's still necessary to pretend.

"What do you want to say about other drivers' evidence of your violation?"

Wang Dali said indifferently: "The referee team has finished everything I want to say. The public sees whether I have violated the rules or not. I don't want to respond to those unreasonable and malicious accusations."

"Mr. Wang, it is said that you have never participated in the competition before. This is not only your debut, but also your first time winning the championship. So will you participate in more competitions in the future?"

Wang Dali hesitated for a moment. He was not uninvited to racing. But he was far from reaching the idea of ​​treating it as a profession.

Just as he was thinking about how to answer, Tang Mingyuan next to him was unwilling to be lonely and said: "This time Mr. Wang appeared on behalf of our SX and achieved outstanding results. We SX are interested in signing a long-term contract with Mr. Wang. As for whether Mr. Wang will still play for us SX, please wait for the good news."

"Mr. Wang..."

More and more reporters surrounded him, which made other drivers not far away a little embarrassed. In this game, they became Wang Dali's foil. Compared with Wang Dali, the reporters obviously had no interest in them.

No wonder, an unknown person who has not been driving for a long time and has never participated in the competition, won the championship with an almost crushing attitude, and there are news points everywhere.

Wang Dali was tired of dealing with it for a while, but fortunately, Tang Mingyuan helped him block a lot. Of course, Wang Dali knew his little thoughts very clearly. He just didn't want Wang Dali to monopolize the glory, and wanted to take this opportunity to make SX more famous.

Wang Dali seemed indifferent to this. After the interview, he came to a high-end restaurant at Tang Mingyuan's invitation.

"Mr. Wang, your strength is really beyond my expectations." After three rounds of wine, Tang Mingyuan started to fart the rainbow fart.

"What, in your eyes, am I weak?"

"Uh, that's not." Tang Mingyuan smiled and said, "Mr. Wang, your strength can be comparable to the top international drivers. Even in a global event, you may not be able to compete for the world championship. If such a talent is buried, it would be a pity."

Wang Dali smiled and shook his head, changing the topic: "Where is my bonus?"

"Oh, I've already made a transfer. In order to express our sincerity, our senior management decided to add another 500,000 yuan in prize money, a total of 1.1 million yuan." Tang Mingyuan said and rubbed his hands, and finally expressed his true intention: "If Mr. Wang is willing to continue to participate in the competition for our SX, as long as he gets a certain ranking, I guarantee that the amount of prize money will not be lower than this number every time!"

The appearance fee for a game is millions, which is indeed the treatment of the world's top players.

But Wang Dali still couldn't get interested. For him, writing books is always the right way.

Just as I was thinking about how to refuse, I accidentally swept the direction of the lobby on the first floor from the corner of my eyes, a man and a woman were walking into the hotel.
Chapter completed!