Why drive a yellow taxi just out of the internal road of the freight terminal when you immediately encounter the second interception team of the Los Angeles police.

"The target vehicle was found on Route 3."

"Boss, drive more steadily." This time, Li Jie was talking. He sat in the back seat and had to squeeze in space with an iron box. Why did he hit the police car just now, Li Jie almost flipped from the back seat to the front seat.

Why bother to glance at the rearview mirror? This idiot Li Jie squatted on the iron box with his feet. If he doesn't sit in a seat, he deserves to shake you to death.

"Stop him, be sure to stop him, we will arrive immediately!" Brian had already received several cars on his side who had been hit by Hebi and shouted in anger.

"I understand! He can't run away." The police officer of the second interception team said confidently. Their group is an old fry. Setting the blockade in front of a corner is the correct way to open the blockade. Setting up a roadblock on a curve. If you want to break through the block, you must accelerate, but you can't get through the corner. These two things are unsolvable. Either slow down and hit the block, or accelerate the blockade, but hit the shoulder.

"Huh--!" Isabella could see the cleverness of the roadblock ahead.

Why just curl your lips, the speed of the car has not decreased but increased.

Isabella hurriedly grabbed the handrail in the car with both hands. Li Jie couldn't understand why he was doing, so he still bent his legs and squatted.

"Hehe, these idiot racing players are not slowing down yet. It seems that they want to break through the roadblock. Let's see how you die later. Let him hit the shoulder of the road by himself, and we will collect his body." The police officer of the second interception team shouted loudly.

Why bother: "Racing skills: collision."

"boom--!"

The yellow taxi suddenly crashed into the roadblock of the vehicle. The roadblock of the vehicle was hit and flew up and hit several policemen on the side. Several policemen hurriedly hugged their heads and squatted into the drainage channel next to the road.

"Ah! I'm going to bump into it!" Isabella couldn't help but scream.

Why bother: "Racing skills: drifting."

"Wait—"

Why bother to pull the handbrake quickly? Turn the steering wheel with both hands. The yellow taxi suddenly stalled and the body was sliding forward slanted. The police squatting in the drainage channel only saw the chassis of the car floating by overhead. When they raised their heads, they only saw the butt of the yellow taxi leaving, and they didn't expect to hit the shoulder of the road.

"What's going on? Can this speed be successful in turning?" Several policemen looked at the deep tire marks on the ground and looked at each other. From the tire marks, they knew how the yellow taxi turned, but they couldn't understand how the driver could do it. It was impossible to control the body of the car with the speed of the other party's collision.

"What a hell." The police officer of the second interception team hurriedly reported to Brian: "The second interception team failed to stop the other party. He had crossed Route 3. Repeat, the other party had crossed Route 3."

Brian: "..."

The idiot promised him to stop him in the last second.

Brian: "The electric catcher team attacked."

Why drive a yellow taxi? As soon as you jump onto the straight road, you will immediately step on the accelerator and speed up, instantly throwing away the police cars chasing behind you.

Isabella turned her head and looked at the speedometer in front of her. The speed had reached 130 mph, and the speed was still soaring up. Isabella's face turned green.

There is a flashing police light in front of you, so why bother to undress the oil immediately? It’s not that he can’t keep rushing through at high speed, but after all, there are risks. If there are any traps, the speed of this car will easily overturn.

"What the hell is that?" Isabella stared at the three-pointed gun that was flashing blue in the police car by the side of the road.

"High-voltage stun guns, I've sat down." Why did you look down and continue to slow down, so that the four stun guns on both sides of the road can get used to your speed and aim at yourself.

"Ha! Then you slow down and speed up and rush over!" Isabella heard the function of the blue light weapon from her name, and instinctively shrank her body into the middle of the car, as if she would not be shocked in this way.

"Shut up! Don't interrupt when I do things!" Why scold me angrily?

Isabella: "..."

"It's getting closer." Four arresting policemen carrying electric stun guns and calculated the speed of the yellow taxi and said silently.

"Three, two, one, launch!"

Four blue-ray electric shock tridents shot out from the electric shock guns on both sides of the road, and at the same time hit the yellow taxi that you must drive.

Why bother: "Racing skills: rush to the top."

The yellow taxi engine that Hebi drove exploded with a "boom" sound, like thunder thunder rising from the ground. When the four electric shock three-fork swords were about to hit Hebi's car, Hebi's car suddenly accelerated. It was very sudden. The electric catchers lying on both sides had no time to figure out what was going on, and the yellow taxi rushed through the encirclement in a shuttle.

"What the hell?" The operation of the yellow taxi disappeared instantly made the electric catchers stunned.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang."

The four tridents flashing blue light arcs did not hit Hebi's car, but continued to fly and hit their own vehicles by chance. Since the four electric traps were all lying on the car and firing, the electric gun released high-voltage current after hitting the car, and instantly knocked the electric traps out of the air and their hair turned into a broom head.

"Hey, have you stopped the suspect vehicle? Reply to me immediately, hey!" Brian accelerated wildly while shouting in thunder: "I didn't stop the suspect vehicle and I would like to answer me, answer me, bastard."

Only the air is answering Brian.

"Fuck, after Road 3, there is Road 11. Damn it, everyone rushed to Road 11, and all the cars that could be started, and I rushed to Road 11 to chase the yellow taxi." Brian might be an excellent racer, but obviously he was not a qualified commander. Why did he rush through three lines of defense and let Brian get lost.

"Reported, the surveillance camera at the intersection captured that the suspect vehicle did not go to Road 11. He turned into Road 9. The emergency report was reported, and the suspect vehicle turned into Road 9." As soon as Brian finished speaking, the report sounded on the walkie-talkie.

"Road Nine, Road Nine is a mountain road. He wants to throw off the pursuit on the mountain?" Brian murmured in a low voice, suddenly his eyes slashed, picked up the intercom and shouted loudly, "Go up the mountain, all of them will go into the mountain to chase the suspect."

At the same time, the Los Angeles Driving Racing Party’s underground race is also in full swing tonight.

One of the biggest hits in the underground race tonight is Johnny of the Los Angeles Asian Gang. Since this guy left Los Angeles with Boss Don one after another, he has become the newcomer king of the underground race in the Los Angeles. If it weren't for the record set at that time, Johnny would have been praised as the new car king of the underground race.

"Boss, Junxian and I crossed the No. 4 driver, please cross the line with confidence. We will win tonight." A driver from the Asian Gang said loudly.

Johnny raised his hand and pressed the headset: "Be careful of car No. 2, that dwarf mule in R country is a bit technical."

"Don't worry, boss, Soo-hyun suppresses the other party all the way. I think he must be very depressed, haha!" The Asian gang driver couldn't help laughing as he said.

In a personal underground race, five of their Asian gang participated in the competition. It was difficult to eliminate their opponents by using the number of people.

"Oh! Car No. 2 and Car No. 12 collided and hit the mountain wall together." Johnny was about to instruct his men to eliminate Car No. 2, which was threatening to him, immediately heard the real-time broadcast in the headset. Johnny smiled coldly, quickly tickled the steering wheel, slowed down and drifted through the corner.

"Damn it, what's going on? Some brigade's police car went up the mountain, warning, warning, emergency situation, some brigade's police car suddenly went up the mountain, there was only one road up the mountain, the race was constantly, cowards could abstain, everyone asked for good luck." The drivers participating in the competition received prompts from the underground racing organizers.

No racer responded, obviously these people didn't understand what the hell was that abstaining, and dozens of cars continued to gallop on the mountain road.

Isabella couldn't help saying, "Jack, the mountain road is narrow, and we can easily be blocked by the police."

"Block me? You have to be able to catch up with me." Why did you look at the rearview mirror and said disdainfully.

The police cars chasing Hebi were lined up in a long row. The police lights flashing in the dark night looked very spectacular from a distance, but no police car could catch up with Hebi's butt.

Why bother with drift racing skills? It is definitely the king of curves.

"Doway and let my car go first." Brian shouted loudly.

Police cars along the way avoided one side and squeezed out a lane to allow Brian and the stunt team's electric traps to pass first to pursue the suspected vehicles.

There are headlights in front.

Why bother to quickly retreat and keep pace and chase after it. It is a fancy racing car, which is obviously a rampant racer.

The racer in front also saw the Whybi behind him. He thought he was the last one, but he didn't expect there was a cushion. He didn't have time to be surprised. With a "swish-" sound, a car passed by the right side of the fancy and whistle car.

Fancy and Whistle Racer: "..."

Why did the car bend without slowing down in the 90-degree bend? The coquettish car's butt had disappeared from the sight of the fancy and whistle racers.

"What the hell? I seemed to be overtaken by a taxi?" The fancy and whistle racer was a little confused.

A minute later, he was whispered by Brian's car again. Just when the fancy and whistle driver thought he was going to be caught, Brian didn't even look at him, and overtook a beautiful curve and then drove away. Then the second and third police cars whistled past. The fancy and whistle driver was really confused. Could it be that my car was invisible?

Isabella looked at the abyss under the moonlight outside the car window and couldn't help swallowing, hoping that the bastard around her would really deserve his title of "King of Cars".

A group of racing cars suddenly rushed into a slag taxi, which seemed very conspicuous. Why not worry about the faces of these underground racers at all, pressing their faces to the ground and rubbing them again and again, constantly surpassing one cool sports car after another.

Every underground racer who was overtaken by Why did you get dumbfounded. They clearly saw that they were a taxi and a yellow taxi with a slag-shaped appearance. This was fucking crazy.
Chapter completed!