Chapter 400: Make a bonfire to enhance the atmosphere
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Wu You
"Smash my job?" Ge Li sneered, "Such a person hasn't appeared yet."
"Don't worry, it will appear soon."
"Gerry, stop talking nonsense with him. We have to win this game for more than 20 seconds to have a sense of accomplishment. Don't give him any chance."
"I know it in my heart. The Aston Martin I drove is very well modified, and I have fully adapted to it. Let alone beat them by 20 seconds, even 30 seconds is possible."
"This is what we want, and we can't give them any chance."
"You still fucking want to beat us by 30 seconds? I think you are dreaming."
"Old Qin, what's the point of talking harshly now, I advise you to prepare for the formalities quickly, and deliver the car later."
"Don't pretend, wait until after the run."
At this moment, exclamation sounded again in the racetrack.
"Look, that beautiful driver has been following Huang Wanqi closely and has already entered the third lap. I feel that the final gap should be controlled within 10 seconds."
"I think so too. This woman is too fierce. This is Type-R. Other cars can't bear to drive like this."
"Come on, beauty!"
"It must be controlled within 10 seconds!"
"From now on, you are my idol!"
After about a minute, the third lap ended, and the result surprised everyone!
The difference is 8 seconds!
In other words, after three full laps, as an amateur, Li Chuhan was only three seconds ahead of a professional driver. This is already a very terrifying result!
Just when everyone was amazed, the fourth round started!
"Actually, I feel that there is no need to run for the fourth shot. Except for Young Master Qin who led by three seconds, the rest of the team fell behind across the board. It is impossible to win."
"Actually, losing is a matter of course. After all, they are professional drivers, not amateurs. Now it depends on how much they lose in the end."
"Young Master Qin is known as the emperor of Zhong Hai. If he loses this match, he will lose all face."
"There is no way, he was put together by Zhao Zhengyang, so he can only admit it."
At the same time, Huang Wanqi walked back, "Zhengyang, I'm really sorry, I'm only three seconds ahead, I have to say, that woman still has something."
"It doesn't matter. They drove twelve cars today. With Gurley's strength, it is not a problem to lead another four seconds."
"Haha, I think so too."
"Damn it, what's the situation? Lycon's speed should be 200! The Aston Martin is chasing Gurley!"
"This is just the beginning, at least recover for 1 second!"
"200 at a straight-line speed is not terrible, but he doesn't seem to have any intention of slowing down, as if he wants to enter the corner at this speed!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"He really entered the corner at this speed!"
Those who saw this scene were too scared to speak.
They have only seen pictures like this in F1 races, and have never seen the effect of someone driving a sports car out of F1.
"Look, Ge Li has slowed down and entered the corner, and the gap has been recovered by at least three seconds!"
Li Chuhan stared at a pair of beautiful eyes, never thought that the car could still be driven like this.
How could he be so powerful?
Li Chuhan never admired anyone, but Lin Yi was the first.
Lin Yi ran faster and faster, and the gap between him and Ge Li became smaller and smaller!
At this time, the same thought came to everyone's minds, and it was estimated that Lin Yi would be able to catch up after the first lap.
The rest is to see how much you can catch up!
"Brother Lin is too awesome, Ge Li is a professional, and he caught up with 8 seconds in just one lap?"
Liang Jinming and Gao Zongyuan had never seen Lin Yi drag racing, this time they were completely stunned.
"Let me just say that Lao Lin is awesome, you still don't believe me, this fucking old driver is Qiu Mingshan's car god."
Some people were happy and some were sad, Zhao Zhengyang and others all had broken expressions.
He thought that he would win this race with three professional racing drivers, but he never thought that Lin Yi possessed such superb driving skills!
"9 seconds!"
"This speed is simply inhuman. After the second lap, I was ahead by 9 seconds!"
Seeing such achievements, Zhao Zhengyang's heart was already at the bottom of the valley.
After two laps just now, plus the 8 seconds that were lost before, Lin Yi caught up to 17 seconds. After the third lap, his taillights could not be seen.
Just when everyone lamented Lin Yi's superb driving skills.
He was shocked to find that Lin Yi stopped at the end of the third lap.
This confusing operation made everyone feel puzzled, and Qin Han anxiously slapped his thigh.
"Old Lin is knitting, hurry up and rush over, as long as we rush over, we will win!"
"Haha..." Zhao Zhengyang laughed loudly, "Qin Han, stop dreaming, I think his car broke down, and it is impossible to run to the finish line."
"Just kidding, that's Lakken, how can it be bad if it's bad."
"Based on his driving method, what kind of car can stand it, it must explode." Zhao Zhengyang smiled reassuringly, "It's really an eye opener, you just wait to deliver the car obediently."
boom boom-
But at this moment, the roar came again.
When Zhao Zhengyang saw Lin Yi's Laiken, he rushed to the finish line in no time!
"Hey, what's the situation? Isn't the car broken?"
Qin Han was also puzzled. Since the car was not damaged, why did it stop for a while before driving over?
"Damn it, I know what Young Master Lin meant. He was timing it, and he was ahead by exactly 11 seconds, because the FB club happened to drive 11 cars over!"
"No, it's too embarrassing!"
"Master Lin is amazing, this kind of coquettish manipulation is unprecedented!"
"Slap in the face in 11 seconds, really exciting!"
The race ended quickly, Lin Yi and Ge Li drove over, looked at Zhao Zhengyang with a smile and said:
"It happened to catch up with you by 11 seconds, and won all your cars, which made me feel a little embarrassed."
"Send the car!"
"Send the car!"
"Send the car!"
The onlookers shouted in unison, Zhao Zhengyang clenched his fists tightly, and spurted out a mouthful of old blood.
"Brother Zhao, are you okay!" Fan Qinan and Wu Qingyu rushed over and helped Zhao Zhengyang up.
"It's okay, it's not dead yet."
"What shall we do now?"
"What else can I do, hand over the car keys!"
Everyone in the FB club looked embarrassed and reluctantly handed over their car keys.
They don't feel sorry for this little money, but the loss of face is too great.
In Lin Yi's hand, he weighed Zhao Zhengyang's one77 car key, "The title of Zhonghai Fourth Young Master in the future has nothing to do with you."
"Hmph, do you think we are rare?"
Zhao Zhengyang snorted coldly, "Let's go!"
"Don't rush away." Lin Yi said from behind:
"The road ahead is a bit dark, and it's inconvenient to walk."
Zhao Zhengyang looked back at Lin Yi, "What do you mean!"
"It's so lively tonight, it would be boring if there is no bonfire to set off the atmosphere, go light this one77, and send Master Zhao off!"
"Don't worry, it will appear soon."
"Gerry, stop talking nonsense with him. We have to win this game for more than 20 seconds to have a sense of accomplishment. Don't give him any chance."
"I know it in my heart. The Aston Martin I drove is very well modified, and I have fully adapted to it. Let alone beat them by 20 seconds, even 30 seconds is possible."
"This is what we want, and we can't give them any chance."
"You still fucking want to beat us by 30 seconds? I think you are dreaming."
"Old Qin, what's the point of talking harshly now, I advise you to prepare for the formalities quickly, and deliver the car later."
"Don't pretend, wait until after the run."
At this moment, exclamation sounded again in the racetrack.
"Look, that beautiful driver has been following Huang Wanqi closely and has already entered the third lap. I feel that the final gap should be controlled within 10 seconds."
"I think so too. This woman is too fierce. This is Type-R. Other cars can't bear to drive like this."
"Come on, beauty!"
"It must be controlled within 10 seconds!"
"From now on, you are my idol!"
After about a minute, the third lap ended, and the result surprised everyone!
The difference is 8 seconds!
In other words, after three full laps, as an amateur, Li Chuhan was only three seconds ahead of a professional driver. This is already a very terrifying result!
Just when everyone was amazed, the fourth round started!
"Actually, I feel that there is no need to run for the fourth shot. Except for Young Master Qin who led by three seconds, the rest of the team fell behind across the board. It is impossible to win."
"Actually, losing is a matter of course. After all, they are professional drivers, not amateurs. Now it depends on how much they lose in the end."
"Young Master Qin is known as the emperor of Zhong Hai. If he loses this match, he will lose all face."
"There is no way, he was put together by Zhao Zhengyang, so he can only admit it."
At the same time, Huang Wanqi walked back, "Zhengyang, I'm really sorry, I'm only three seconds ahead, I have to say, that woman still has something."
"It doesn't matter. They drove twelve cars today. With Gurley's strength, it is not a problem to lead another four seconds."
"Haha, I think so too."
"Damn it, what's the situation? Lycon's speed should be 200! The Aston Martin is chasing Gurley!"
"This is just the beginning, at least recover for 1 second!"
"200 at a straight-line speed is not terrible, but he doesn't seem to have any intention of slowing down, as if he wants to enter the corner at this speed!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"He really entered the corner at this speed!"
Those who saw this scene were too scared to speak.
They have only seen pictures like this in F1 races, and have never seen the effect of someone driving a sports car out of F1.
"Look, Ge Li has slowed down and entered the corner, and the gap has been recovered by at least three seconds!"
Li Chuhan stared at a pair of beautiful eyes, never thought that the car could still be driven like this.
How could he be so powerful?
Li Chuhan never admired anyone, but Lin Yi was the first.
Lin Yi ran faster and faster, and the gap between him and Ge Li became smaller and smaller!
At this time, the same thought came to everyone's minds, and it was estimated that Lin Yi would be able to catch up after the first lap.
The rest is to see how much you can catch up!
"Brother Lin is too awesome, Ge Li is a professional, and he caught up with 8 seconds in just one lap?"
Liang Jinming and Gao Zongyuan had never seen Lin Yi drag racing, this time they were completely stunned.
"Let me just say that Lao Lin is awesome, you still don't believe me, this fucking old driver is Qiu Mingshan's car god."
Some people were happy and some were sad, Zhao Zhengyang and others all had broken expressions.
He thought that he would win this race with three professional racing drivers, but he never thought that Lin Yi possessed such superb driving skills!
"9 seconds!"
"This speed is simply inhuman. After the second lap, I was ahead by 9 seconds!"
Seeing such achievements, Zhao Zhengyang's heart was already at the bottom of the valley.
After two laps just now, plus the 8 seconds that were lost before, Lin Yi caught up to 17 seconds. After the third lap, his taillights could not be seen.
Just when everyone lamented Lin Yi's superb driving skills.
He was shocked to find that Lin Yi stopped at the end of the third lap.
This confusing operation made everyone feel puzzled, and Qin Han anxiously slapped his thigh.
"Old Lin is knitting, hurry up and rush over, as long as we rush over, we will win!"
"Haha..." Zhao Zhengyang laughed loudly, "Qin Han, stop dreaming, I think his car broke down, and it is impossible to run to the finish line."
"Just kidding, that's Lakken, how can it be bad if it's bad."
"Based on his driving method, what kind of car can stand it, it must explode." Zhao Zhengyang smiled reassuringly, "It's really an eye opener, you just wait to deliver the car obediently."
boom boom-
But at this moment, the roar came again.
When Zhao Zhengyang saw Lin Yi's Laiken, he rushed to the finish line in no time!
"Hey, what's the situation? Isn't the car broken?"
Qin Han was also puzzled. Since the car was not damaged, why did it stop for a while before driving over?
"Damn it, I know what Young Master Lin meant. He was timing it, and he was ahead by exactly 11 seconds, because the FB club happened to drive 11 cars over!"
"No, it's too embarrassing!"
"Master Lin is amazing, this kind of coquettish manipulation is unprecedented!"
"Slap in the face in 11 seconds, really exciting!"
The race ended quickly, Lin Yi and Ge Li drove over, looked at Zhao Zhengyang with a smile and said:
"It happened to catch up with you by 11 seconds, and won all your cars, which made me feel a little embarrassed."
"Send the car!"
"Send the car!"
"Send the car!"
The onlookers shouted in unison, Zhao Zhengyang clenched his fists tightly, and spurted out a mouthful of old blood.
"Brother Zhao, are you okay!" Fan Qinan and Wu Qingyu rushed over and helped Zhao Zhengyang up.
"It's okay, it's not dead yet."
"What shall we do now?"
"What else can I do, hand over the car keys!"
Everyone in the FB club looked embarrassed and reluctantly handed over their car keys.
They don't feel sorry for this little money, but the loss of face is too great.
In Lin Yi's hand, he weighed Zhao Zhengyang's one77 car key, "The title of Zhonghai Fourth Young Master in the future has nothing to do with you."
"Hmph, do you think we are rare?"
Zhao Zhengyang snorted coldly, "Let's go!"
"Don't rush away." Lin Yi said from behind:
"The road ahead is a bit dark, and it's inconvenient to walk."
Zhao Zhengyang looked back at Lin Yi, "What do you mean!"
"It's so lively tonight, it would be boring if there is no bonfire to set off the atmosphere, go light this one77, and send Master Zhao off!"
