"Racing car?"
Li futu picked an eyebrow, not a black Mustang on one side, but a Ferrari F12 in the same black on the other side. The two cars were not in disorder in the face of danger. In a few moments when the fire flashed, they drew two gorgeous arcs, one left and one right, behind the two parking spaces of the gray locomotive.
The race is here. In fact, it's not about the drivers behind.
It is possible to chase the final winner, leaving only the first gray locomotive, Li futu and Liang Lei.
Grey locomotive in front, two cars bite behind. At this time, the competition is not only about driving skills, but also about psychology.
Half way through the race, you can see that the first group has started to go down the mountain through the lights, but the three cars are still clinging to each other. The distance between them can only be calculated in a few seconds.
The sonic boom caused by the ultra-high speed of the air is transmitted through the camera, which makes the onlookers excited and excited!
"Want to win? Dream
Up to now, Liang Lei has found that he underestimated his opponent. If it wasn't for the configuration of the car, he might not be able to keep pace with his opponent.
At this moment, Liang Lei has given up the plan to attack the first, his only idea is to block Li futu!
In the galloping, three cars have already run over two-thirds of the race schedule and are approaching the last four consecutive turns.
Liang Lei suddenly accelerated, slightly ahead of time, and then used both hands and feet. The car body moved like a bar on the curve. Now he no longer pursues the perfection of deviation. He only asks to block Li futu.
The corners of Li futu's mouth rose slightly, his eyes were deep, and he responded quickly. The engine roared, and the oil mist emitted a burst of fire from the exhaust pipe. In the continuous steep and fatal curve, he did not slow down at all!
Mustang is like a nimble cheetah. It bumps into the intercepted Ferrari, and then it seems to be a fish in the sea. It swims in the curve without stagnation and full of visual beauty. It successfully surpasses the gray locomotive in the last curve. Everyone did not expect that the humble Mustang will be the first to rush through the end with the posture of king Point.
The men and women who are waiting at the beginning and the end of the journey shout and cheer wildly, and greet the king with the greatest enthusiasm. However, it seems that the Mustang doesn't mean to accept the worship. The stalls are not reduced, and they disappear like a phantom.
"It's a man to brush his clothes and hide his merits and fame."
Dumbfounded at the same time, someone mumbled, full of heartfelt admiration.
This is undoubtedly another legend destined to spread for many years.
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