"Don't you love harmony?" Isabella couldn't help but sarcastically when she saw Why hit two cars in a row and went down the mountain.

Why add a gear up and start to speed up slowly?

"Must, didn't you see it just now? Those two BMW sports cars hit my front with their butts. I swallowed it without saying a word. Why am I for? It's not just for harmony. I just hope everyone can understand my good intentions. Don't be so impulsive when encountering things. Take a step back and everyone has a broad sky." Why bother saying that while staring at the police car in the rearview mirror.

Isabella felt as uncomfortable as if she had swallowed a cockroach when she heard Hebi's words. She had seen many shameless people, but Isabella had never heard of them before.

Why keep driving at a constant speed? No matter how strange the curve, the yellow taxi he drove rarely slowed down, and soon caught up with the first and second drivers of underground racing.

Although Brian slows down every time he turns, he will speed up desperately whenever he has a straight road, so he can keep biting behind Hebi and not lose it.

At this time, the audience in the entire underground racing focused their attention on the yellow taxi. Judging from the performance of the super gods before, as long as he was also turning at high speed, it would be inevitable that he would surpass Johnny, who was the first place.

"The curve, the curve, the curve, the curve, oh, he has not slowed down yet, he has not slowed down yet, God, I can't save it anymore, I will definitely rush off the cliff." The audience at the terminal station, looking at the live broadcast of the TV screen, was so excited that they almost burst into blood vessels.

Why bother: "Racing skills: drifting."

The yellow taxi drew a beautiful arc and almost flashed by the edge of the cliff.

“…”

The audience at the terminal were stunned. How did this devil's bent posture be operated?

Why not regardless of what others think, keep moving forward and prepare to overtake the second-ranked black modified car.

The driver of the black modified car felt a stern as soon as he saw the yellow taxi that he drove appeared in the rearview mirror. He kept listening to the latest battle situation report and knew that the yellow taxi had just roughly knocked two racing cars off the cliff.

"You can't let him get close!" The driver of the black modified car thoughtfully.

The black modified driver stepped on the accelerator deeply, trying to open the distance from the yellow taxi, stabilize the middle line of the lane, drive in a straight line, leaving only a little space for the other party to overtake.

"This is a trap!" Almost all the audiences at the terminal station were veterans. When they saw the posture of the black modified driver, they knew that he wanted to force the yellow taxi to overtake from the left. Once they were in parallel, the black modified truck could knock the yellow taxi off the cliff with just a light knock.

"Are the yellow taxi taking the risk of overtaking now? Or are they waiting to overtake on the curve?" People at the terminal speculated.

Why bother to quickly replenish oil and speed up?

"Ah! We can't get past such a narrow road." Isabella said quickly as soon as she saw why she had to speed up.

"If you don't try it, I know so much?" Why do you smile coldly? Although he is not a racing veteran, he is a conspiracy theory guy. He can see through the sinister intentions of the black modified car ahead at a glance.

"It's better to start first."

“Racing skills: collision.”

"Boom--!" Hebi squeezed into the lane from the right side of the mountain wall, and then knocked to the left suddenly. The racer on the black modified car turned pale. Hebi quickly turned the steering wheel in the direction of Hebi. Unfortunately, it was too late. Hebi's racing skills: the collision has started, and the black modified driver watched Hebi constantly erode the road and squeezed himself off the cliff step by step.

"ah--!"

Brian looked at why he squeezed the black modified driver off the cliff bit by bit, and his right eyelid was pounding wildly.

"This bastard is so despicable. I must stop him, otherwise more people will die." Brian didn't know what he thought of, but suddenly his face turned right and cursed in his heart.

"You have obviously squeezed into the driveway, why do you still squeeze the other party off the cliff? Are you murdering?" Isabella turned her head and looked at the explosion under the cliff, and asked with a red face.

"I'm preventing him from committing a crime." Why do you say with confidence?

Isabella: "What the hell?"

Why: "I squeezed into the driveway from the side of the mountain wall, and he was able to learn it quickly and squeeze into the driveway in the same way."

Isabella: "So what?"

"How? Once he squeezed into the lane and walked in parallel with my car, he would use the same method to push me off the cliff. Do you think I am preventing crime?" Why do you say seriously: "I can guarantee that he will never dare to occupy the road again in the future, and it will be even more unlikely to be harmful to others."

"..." Isabella glanced coldly at the inglorious bastard beside her. She admitted that Why should you be very good at guessing people's hearts. If you have to overtake successfully, the black modified driver would really use the same method as Hebi said, and squeeze out Hebi out of the car.

But admitting it is admitting it, what Isabella can't stand is why she must kill someone, but she always looks innocent. She really wants to be angry to death.

The yellow taxi he drove was not close to Johnny's red Ferrari, and Johnny was already scared by Hebi's brutal driving. This idiot actually used liquid nitrogen spray on the mountain road, and the red Ferrari suddenly accelerated with a "boom".

The red Ferrari suddenly opened the distance from the yellow taxi he drove. He was happy. He didn't know that the person driving the red Ferrari was Johnny who had a festive relationship with him, but the speed of the red Ferrari still surprised He Bi, because there was a 180-degree hairpin bend in front, and he accelerated so violently before entering the bend. To be honest, he didn't dare to do this.

"Wow, it turns out that Johnny has always been hiding his strength. Does he also have to cut corners at high speed?"

"God, Johnny was getting into the corner faster than a yellow taxi. Did he use liquid nitrogen spray? It's crazy."

The audience at the terminal panted excitedly and their necks were thick, and they all stared at the eyes widened, ready to watch the super god's high-speed drift.

Johnny did not disappoint everyone. The curve was getting closer and closer, but he still didn't slow down, and he got closer. Oh God, he still didn't slow down.

"ah--!"

A harsh high-frequency scream rang out.

What the hell? Johnny has not slowed down or turned around? Is this going to go to heaven?

Not only are the people at the terminal station stunned, why bother to be stunned?

Johnny's car did not slow down or turn, and flew straight out of the curve, flew into the void, and then "shushed" down the cliff.

"What's the situation?" Why drifted in a daze, and couldn't help but turn your head and look down at the cliff: "Is it a ghost?"
Chapter completed!