"boom--!"

Why do you have to fire your car, and the faces of some of the experts present who played cars changed?

They just listen to the sound of the exhaust pipe of the car, and they know that this car, which is not good-looking, has a irritating engine. It is definitely a fucking sound that only an engine with an eight-cylinder or more is available.

"Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-!"

Why bother to punch the accelerator a few randomly? The deafening roar made the people who bought Edward win turn green and fall into the trap. Damn, this cunning Oriental man, everyone was trapped. This is not a weak car, it is clearly a bomber.

The beautiful waiter often comes to participate in underground racing, but Hebi never stepped on the accelerator all the way, so she only now knows that Hebi's muscle car is not a kind man and a man.

Of course, Edward was the one with the ugly expression on his face. He knew very clearly that Boss Tang’s car was not a bad eight-cylinder engine. It was a real twelve-cylinder alloy engine. God knows where Boss Tang got it.

“Start!”

Why have you stepped on the accelerator long ago? It's just that the brakes are also pressed on the accelerator at the same time, which causes the rear wheels of the car to idle violently and rub against the ground frantically.

At this time, the sound of the flag bearer waving began to sound. Why bother to release the brakes immediately? The car immediately rushed out like a horse that broke free, and instantly led to Edward's dozens of parking spaces.

Edward's face turned pale. His operation was not slow either. Unfortunately, the car's power was not as good as it was. He had to step on the accelerator and increase the speed so that he could raise the gears and chase it.

Unfortunately, the car had already taken the lead in pulling high, and immediately added a gear, and the car exceeded several more parking spaces.

Edward's face became anxious and couldn't take much care of it, so he forced the gears to speed up.

Why not look at the rearview mirror? There are only two people playing. The other party is not in your field of view. That is to be behind your butt and speed up and go. Why not understand the behavior of frequently distracting the rearview mirror and yelling when driving.

Why keep stepping on the clutch, upshifting, replenishing oil, stepping on the clutch, upshifting, replenishing oil, and quickly raise the gear to the highest level.

But Edward had already caught up with him, and the two cars were driving side by side.

From the perspective of real strength, why should I be inferior to Edward?

Why Edward is ready to surpass him?

Why bother squinting your eyes and press a red button on the steering wheel.

"Nitrogen Spray"

"boom--!"

He Bi's exhaust pipe behind the car suddenly emitted a dazzling blue flame. The car accelerated twice in an instant, and immediately threw Edward's car behind him. Edward was anxious and quickly activated the 'nitrogen spray' mode. The powerful power generated by the car instantly put Edward's back tightly on the seat.

At this time, Hebi's car's speed had reached 100 miles per hour, which was 160 kilometers per hour, so Hebi was still accelerating upwards. However, he obviously felt that his movements were much heavier. The previous ease of feeling disappeared. It seemed that the system's "old driver" could only help him at speeds below 160 kilometers per hour.

For those who are more interested in interests, winning or losing is not important, the ultimate benefit is important. If you lose, you can also take a long line to catch big fish. Why do you need to find that you can't control ultra-high speed driving and immediately change your aggressive driving style. The acceleration quickly drops. As you advance and retreat, Edward immediately followed and continues to "spray nitrogen". Why do you need to surpass it in one fell swoop? Why do you still hear Edward's arrogant roar even if you close the window.

Unlike other underground racers who like to bomb heavy metal music in the carriage, why not only do not turn on the speakers, but also close the windows on all sides to isolate the noisy sounds outside, leaving only the roar of the engine roaring.

"Oye! Our great Emperor Edward surpasses the sinister Oriental boy."

There were people watching the whole schedule of the car race. Soon, the news of Edward overtaking was broadcast at the gathering place. Everyone applauded excitedly. Of course, they all bought Edward and won. Why not win? Only why not win?

Why don’t you want Edward to surpass him too much? You can also start the "nitrogen spray" to catch up, and then maintain a distance of not far or near. At this time, the speed of the two people has reached 120 miles per hour. The speed of the kilometer is 190 kilometers per hour. At this speed, the steering wheel of the car will fly out of the street immediately.

Why do you have to only reach the "old driver" level? It is not difficult to keep it in this speed range in a straight line. It is absolutely impossible to play the skills. In fact, there are not many skills in the "old driver" level.

Why don’t you want to surpass Edward, but Edward thought why he had to fuck him? When he saw the rearview mirror, he looked at him and bit him behind him. Edward was so scared that he ignored the pressure of the car and continued to spray, trying to completely widen the distance between him.

The 'old driver' cannot play other skills, but he is very good at following the car. Why should he press the nitrogen spray button almost instinctively? The car follows Edward's sports car like a dog skin plaster.

Edward's face turned pale. The speed of the two of them had reached 150 mph, which was 240 kilometers per hour. Edward grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, for fear of a little miss. What's scary is that the Oriental boy behind him is still so close that if he encounters it, he will definitely have to take it together.

"Ah--!" Edward roared loudly, and the accelerator was cut off, and the liquid nitrogen was sprayed like a money-free spray. Why not think about it and follow immediately, "The turtle is afraid of the hammer". You can't lose the face of the people of Z and fuck him.

Edward looked down at his speed. The speedometer had soared to 170 miles (273 kilometers per hour). He could no longer see the buildings on both sides of the street. Street lights passed by his ears like a ray of light. Edward almost felt that his heart and engine were in rhythm in synchronization.

Why don’t you have less racing skills than Edward? Edward’s psychological qualities are not as good as those of Edward.

The next second Edward was going crazy because he saw the Oriental boy in the rearview mirror still following him on the right back, with the same distance and the same speed. How did he do it? It's a hell.

"Don, isn't that your car?" Letty shouted in surprise when he saw the car flashing past his eyes.

"Isn't the boss car here?" Jesse asked inexplicably.

"I mean the one I used to flashed past us just now," Letty shouted.

"It must not be the car that was the eldest brother before. The car before the eldest brother was painted in bright red main color, and the car was as dark as a ghost." Vince couldn't help but retorted. They were all very familiar with Boss Tang's car. Boss Tang's car was not only painted in red, but the lights on the chassis of the Lyon car were all red.

The black ghost car just now had no other decorative lights except for the two headlights that were lit.

"It's really my car. I heard the sound of the engine!" Boss Tang's closed eyes suddenly opened.

"That Oriental boy is here, the racing tonight will definitely be very exciting!" Boss Tang's smile is intriguing.

It was almost time to finish, and Edward was so nervous that his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

"boom--!"

Edward has been squeezing the highest performance of the sports car. At this time, the pressure on the sports car's engine was too high, and the hood was finally blown away. Seeing that Edward's flying hood was about to hit the back, the speed was 273 kilometers per hour. Even a beer bottle could cause a tragic traffic accident, let alone such a large hood, why bother to keep your face? Dodging at this speed is simply a search for death. The direction turns slightly and you will immediately rush to another street.

"Racing skills: Starting".

Why use the starting racing skills to accelerate? The car's speed instantly soared to the extreme speed, avoiding the hood that Edward flew over, but the next second, Hebi's face turned dark because he had already crossed the finish line first.

"Ohhh! Both of them are about to cross the line, but our Edward has reached 175 mph. He has been suppressing the Oriental Boy and is ahead of the Oriental Boy for more than a dozen parking spaces. Our Edward is sure to win." The broadcaster shouted excitedly.

Everyone is ready to cheer.

The broadcaster's red face suddenly turned ashen, and even his throat was silent. He had received the news from the finish line that Edward's car had malfunctioned and the Oriental boy had already crossed the line.

"Everyone, I'm sorry, Edward's bastard, bitch, garbage, waste, shit has lost. His sports car broke down during the final sprint and turned off the engine at the finish line." The broadcaster jumped up and down excitedly and cursed: "This is equivalent to taking off his pants and impotence when he put on the condom. This impotence is gorgeous."

Obviously, the announcer also bet on Edward and bought a lot of them.

"No——, I lost all my salary this month. If my wife knew about it, she would definitely divorce me." A thin white guy screamed in pain.

"Just one month's salary? I was thinking of making a small fortune and plagued two of them. If my wife knew about it, she would definitely divorce me first and then kill me." Another guy screamed louder.

A group of people entered the miserable mode. Why should they slaughter the fat sheep? But instead they became piglets. Why should they be slaughtered?

Why did you drive the car back to the finish line? The group of people thought that they would be crazy about it. In the end, Hebi's face looked even worse than them, as if everyone owed him five million.

The broadcaster quickly turned on his phone and checked the video record of the line crossing from the finish line. It was indeed the Oriental boy who rushed to the line first, and he thought he had made a mistake in his score.

"You have won a lot of money, and you have tens of thousands of yuan." The beautiful waiter happily reported the truth.

Why should I take the money from the beautiful waiter casually, and draw more than a dozen pieces randomly into the beautiful waiter's hand, and then draw more than a dozen pieces and throw them to the young man in the underground racing competition.

"Hehehe, handsome guys and beautiful ladies, have you seen it? This is the real gentleman, an oriental gentleman." The young man who organized the competition shook his hand proudly for more than a thousand dollars. Of course, he often received some rewards, but this was the first time he received such a large sum.

"No, damn it, why did you paint my car like this?" Boss Tang's team had arrived. Seeing that his car was being ruined, Boss Tang patted his bald head in pain and screamed.

"Is this your car?" Why open the car door and throw the dollars in your hand into the car like garbage.

Boss Tang's face froze.

Yes, this car does not belong to me now, but when painting a good car with a dark look, Boss Tang seriously doubts why there is no aesthetic at all.

"I want to compete with you and win my car again!" Boss Tang said seriously. He could not tolerate his wife being ruined like this.

“Wow——!”

The big talk of Mr. Tang caused an uproar among the crowd. The lot of information in the big talk of Mr. Tang was too large. Has he lost all to the boy Dongfang and even lost the car? Some guys with outstanding eyes also found that the car that Mr. Dongfang drove tonight was indeed the beloved car of Mr. Tang before.

Boss Tang once drove this car and set a three-year unbeaten record in this competition area. Who would have thought that he would lose his car to an unknown oriental boy. It seems that Edward's shit was not unfair to lose at all.

"Do you still have a bet?" As soon as He Bi finished speaking, a series of sounds sounded from his head.

"Ding-! A underground car that won, and gained 1100 experience."

"Ding-! Win underground racing, activate racing skills: scan vehicle information."
Chapter completed!