: Lose or win

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Qiang brother drove the car to the track, and the sound of the motor attracted the attention of the entire stadium.

Although it is a place for black cars, there are many people. Moreover, in order to increase gimmicks, the track design of this venue is very tortuous, not only flat roads, but also mountain-like dirt roads, even steep slopes, which is also Why do racers like to choose here?

The cost and benefit are proportional. In this racing circuit, the number of scrapped cars and the number of broken people are innumerable. However, this cannot be a reason to organize people crazy.

Ling Xiaoya's Ferrari is too luxurious, and it is rare here. In order to create an atmosphere, Qiang Brother's men are still constantly promoting this game.

Before the start, the bet had spread, and the eyes on Ling Xiaohan increased.

To be honest, such beauties are indeed coveted, but few are as blatant as Qiang.

Zhang Xingyun leaned on Buick to smoke, and saw Ling Xiaohan's frowning together. He couldn't help but say, "Don't you have confidence in me just now, how could you be in a hurry?"

"Who knows he will drive my sister's car, you compare Buick to him, don't you look for death?" Ling Xiaohan's face was grumbled.

In fact, Ling Xiaohan's ideas are mostly people's ideas, and it can even be said that no one will believe that Buick Zhang Xingyun can beat Ferrari.

Not to mention the performance of the car, Qiang Brother has also been in this yard for a long time, and his reputation is still very high. The title of British capital bully is also called here.

But no one has seen Zhang Xingyun. Isn't the newcomer all a rookie? He challenges Qiang directly, it is really ...

If you want to open another market, it should be Ling Xiaohan who pressed him, or because she bet on herself, otherwise, she will not believe that Zhang Xingyun can be better than brother.

"Don't be so pessimistic, okay."

"Can you not be pessimistic, how much assurance do you have to win?" Ling Xiaohan was most concerned about this matter.

"80%." Actually Zhang Xingyun wanted to say a hundred, but he was afraid that Ling Xiaohan would not believe it, so he said less.

However, even so, Ling Xiaohan was not convinced.

Zhang Xingyun didn't want to explain anymore. It would be good if the result came out anyway. Whether he won or not, he would not let Ling Xiaohan have an accident.

The broadcast of the venue has begun to broadcast the two people's itinerary. Zhang Xingyun touched Ling Xiaohan's head and got on the bus.

The two Buicks and Ferrari stopped side by side at the starting line, and the sounds around them were mostly disdain for Buick's challenge to Ferrari.

Zhang Xingyun listened clearly, but only sneered at the corner of his mouth. He was not worried about this level of schedule.

As the flag was lowered, Qiang Brother ran out with the Ferrari open, and the swaying soil blurred the vision of Zhang Xingyun. Ling Xiaohan looked at Qiangge while driving Ferrari and disappeared, standing anxiously in the audience and shouting, "Brother, come quickly, hurry!"

Brother Qiang ’s men looked at Ling Xiaohan and could n’t help but laugh, “Sister, do n’t bother. Have you seen Buick running past Ferrari?”

"Go away." Ling Xiaohan said to them angrily.

Rationally, Ling Xiaohan certainly does not believe that with that broken car, she can run past her elder sister's Ferrari, but from the bottom of her heart, she thinks that Zhang Xingyun can win.

"Well, wait till night, my brothers will take care of you and let you jump for a while." Qiang Brother's men scratched Ling Xiaohan fiercely.

After all, it is the woman whose boss is in love with him. He didn't speak, and he naturally dared not act rashly.

Ling Xiaohan's attention was entirely on Zhang Xingyun's life, too lazy to care about them, watching Zhang Xingyun still slowly starting, this person is not good.

Taking out the phone from the bag, although I believe the brother-in-law will win, it is really too difficult. Looking at Ling Xiaoya's phone, she thought about it and still did not dial it out.

If Ling Xiaoya knows this, she will be furious. In the future, she will probably see herself as dead, let alone buy a car.

On the field, the last sitting in Ferrari, a cigarette in a leisurely place, "Millions of cars are not the same, cool!" Also deliberately slammed the accelerator pedal.

Zhang Xingyun could not see the shadow of Ferrari, but he was not in a hurry. There were three laps in total. The time is still long. He must be familiar with this car.

If Ling Xiaohan knew Zhang Xingyun's thoughts, he wouldn't know what his expression would be.

However, although Zhang Xingyun is still familiar with this Buick, the speed of the car has been increasing. He has not slowed down even when turning. It is not that he does not understand, but that he has enough control to control this car.

However, to the audience in the venue, this is not the case, it is full of ridicule.

When Zhang Xingyun drove to the second steep slope, Qiang Brother started the second lap with Ferrari. The cheering of his helper, Ling Xiaohan, was sweating coldly.

However, this Ferrari's sense of superiority did not last long. When entering the second turn, the strong brother who had been holding a cigarette saw a black spot in the rearview mirror, and it gradually became larger.

When I saw it clearly, Brother Qiang couldn't help but say, "I'm slot!" The cigarette in his mouth couldn't take care of his pants anymore. Is that clearly the Buick of Zhang Xingyun?

Although Brother Qiang couldn't figure out why he was catching up, but the facts were in front of him, he had to push away Zhang Xingyun.

However, to his surprise, Zhang Xingyun has not been dumped by himself since he chased it up, which makes him involuntarily anxious, and the accelerator pedal is getting harder and harder.

Zhang Xingyun followed his car and watched a frightened battle. Obviously Wang Qiang's speed had exceeded the range he could control, and the whole car had begun to float.

Sure enough, in a sharp corner, the guardrail was hung, and the body made a long line.

Zhang Xingyun's flesh hurts, how much does this car have to repair once, how can his security work cost enough?

In this way, Zhang Xingyun did not dare to force Wang Qiang too tightly, and he wanted to get it back.

But Wang Qiang didn't mean to slow down. Even Zhang Xingyun was behind him, he couldn't accept it. Anyway, he was an English capital bully. How could he let a Maotou kid grab the limelight?

After the two laps, Zhang Xingyun kept a distance of 100 meters from Wang Qiang, not too far away.

Along the way, Wang Qiang turned Zhang Xingyun's sight on the car, he even started to want to find a way out for himself. Ling Xiaoya started a fire, he could not withstand it, and he couldn't push things to Ling Xiaohan's head, otherwise It's too bad for men.

When there was a curve and a steep **** left in the last lap, Zhang Nebula seemed to have been dropped by Wang Qiang.

When Wang Qiang drove the Ferrari and appeared on the top of the slope, his helpers started cheering. The audience was also ignited by this atmosphere, shouting the British bully. Only Ling Xiaohan looked at the track nervously.

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