The strongest porter in the last days

Chapter 92 I can't accept the Tomahawk!
In the restaurant, I saw a series of car lights circling and rising along the mountain in the middle of the mountain, as fast as a rocket.

Zhang Zhen's battle ax was catching up like a shooting star, the speed was almost unimaginable.

Panlong Mountain Road is not a professional track. Although the performance and speed of these cars are very good, they are all amateur drivers except for Shuihan, and they dare not maximize the speed of the cars. Compared with Zhang Zhen's Tomahawk, they are nearly twice as slow .

Take the water-cold 918 as an example, the top speed is about 345 kilometers per hour, while the Tomahawk is 800 kilometers.

Zhang Zhen's highest in the last days is only [-]. Without professional clothing and helmets, he can't last long at this speed.

Now his average speed is also 300-420 kilometers, and the fastest speed in the sports car can only be 230-280 kilometers when the water is cold to the extreme. After all, it is not a professional land track, and Li Hao's speed is around 180.

So it won't take long for Zhang Zhen to catch up with Lao Biao. The speed of the Tomahawk can be said to be bullying when competing with these people. He has a tomahawk.

Seeing the Tomahawk catching up, Lao Biao hurriedly slammed the accelerator and wanted to get rid of the car next to him to make way, but he didn't know that as soon as he accelerated, the opponent also speeded up instantly, and it was almost impossible to get rid of the opponent's Ferrari.

Tried to slow down, the car also slowed down immediately, never allowing Lao Biao's car to separate a little from his car.

This old Biao was so angry that he wanted to drive over him, but the other party was too shameless.

Zhang Zhen had to slow down and follow behind, raising his eyebrows. Unexpectedly, this group of princelings were quite scheming. With the huge size of the Tomahawk, it was really difficult to pass between two sports cars with a speed of more than 170 kilometers per hour. impossible.

Li Hao finally caught up and yelled on the walkie-talkie: "Old Biao, what are you doing so fast, make way for the boss!"

Lao Biao scolded angrily: "This grandson is too cheap. If I slow down, he will slow down. If I speed up, he will also speed up. There is no way to get rid of him."

Li Hao's ability to be the leader of this group of people is also due to his ability not only because of his wealth, but when he saw that Fang was about to turn a corner, he shouted: "Keep speeding up, flick your tail and forcefully slow down when cornering. Slowing down is bound to hit you."

Damn it, this is a desperate effort.

Lao Biao knew that he was playing with fire. As long as he made a mistake or the car was overhandled, the two cars would collide, and he would definitely be killed outside.

But he still gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator deeply. If those who play sports cars are easily discouraged, they will not play supercars.

Seeing that the princeling's car was about to turn, the opponent's car started to accelerate at full speed. He thought that the opponent was going to forcibly overtake to give way, and he stepped on the accelerator and stuck to it. It was delusional to want to escape from him.

In a blink of an eye, two cars that were almost stuck together were about to pass a U-shaped turn, and they were going uphill.

Lao Biao gave the driver on the opposite side a fierce look, and flicked his tail first to turn the corner.

The driver sneered and followed closely.

Unexpectedly, just before entering the corner, Lao Biao suddenly forcibly slowed down, and the tires rubbed against the ground to produce harsh noises and smoke. The whole car was almost thrown by the inertia to go through the corner. down.

The driver of the princeling party was shocked for a moment. If he slowed down now, he would definitely crash into the opponent's car, and at such a speed, any small accident on this uphill curve could lead to a car accident. bend.

He originally planned to use the S-shaped method to prevent the locomotive behind from overtaking as soon as he crossed the curve, but as soon as he crossed the curve, he saw a black shadow passing by the front of the car and took a closer look.

Surprised, he shouted to the people in front: "Young Master Cong, brother Shuihan, the motorcycle passed me. That guy's speed is above 320, and he almost didn't slow down at all when cornering."

"Don't worry, Brother Shuihan will be in first place soon. We are three cars ahead, so he doesn't want to overtake any more." Wang Zicong said with a proud smile.

At this time, the car in front had already passed two-thirds of the distance, Huo Fei and the driver on the other side were biting each other. Huo Fei wanted to be the first to climb to the top, so he didn't listen to Li Hao's shouting.

After Shuihan caught up with the Princeling's car, it changed lanes and adjusted its parking space. Shuihan overtook Wang Zicong and followed closely behind the Huospeed car.

Li Hao couldn't see the situation on the mountain, so he stopped the car and checked that Lao Biao was fine, but he was a little frightened, and hurriedly took the walkie-talkie and flew into the fire and shouted: "Don't let that driver overtake, bite the opponent's car, don't overtake and don't fall behind , we must prevent that driver from running to the first place before the boss catches up!"

"Don't worry, I'm already in the lead, and the other party has no chance to catch up." Huo Fei always thought that he was the best car driver among all the people. Seeing that the car that had been biting him was thrown away, he felt a burst of pride. Take the first place and prove who is the car god of K City!

However, his smug smile has not dissipated. The water-cold 918 roared past his car like an angry beast, and the speed reached 300, which he dared not touch. He was afraid of the speed from the bottom of his heart. It was a real risk of death. Even if a stone fell on the road, the car would crash out of the guardrail and fall into the cliff.

When he was frightened, Wang Zicong stepped up, slowed down and pointed his middle finger at him through the car window.

Huofei was about to vomit blood, and was about to speed up, when Wang Zicong overtook him and pinned him behind the car, and then the car that had been competing with him for the first time also passed him.

The two cars quickly paralleled in front, and it was only at this moment that Huo Fei realized what Li Hao had been shouting anxiously, and only then did he know what team racing was and what despair was.

As long as these two cars are stuck in front, the top three don't have to think about it, they are all princelings, and they can even drive up to the top of the mountain slowly.

Li Hao saw a car above that was almost slowing down to a stop, and his heart sank. Needless to say, those two parallel cars must be princelings.

At this time, Zhang Zhen had already passed by the fire and flew behind Wang Zicong's car. When Zhang Zhen set off, Li Hao was already halfway up the mountain, which was almost twice as fast as theirs.

"The princelings are too cheap. No matter how good the boss's driving skills are, no matter how fast he is, he can't overtake him if he is blocked by two cars." Lao Biao gave up and continued running, looking up at the headlights of the cars on the mountain, feeling a pain in his heart.

"We are too stupid. We should have expected the other party to divide the car like this. A three-year-old child also knows this method." Li Hao was also a little desperate. It's no fault of others, but they are too young.

Watching Zhang Zhen's tomahawk being forced to follow behind, Wang Zicong and his partner deliberately reduced it to within a hundred kilometers, stretched out their hands from the car window and pointed their middle fingers provocatively at Zhang Zhen.

Huo Fei chased after him, seeing the other party so arrogant and arrogant, he wished he could run into him with his car.

Zhang Zhen looked up, and saw that Shui Han was really fast, and he was about to climb to the top in three more floors, but he was deliberately blocked by Wang Zicong on the sixth floor. See you know.

He turned on the system and used the system to analyze the mountain terrain scanned by the central control. The data showed that the Tomahawk could crawl on this steep mountain. The distance between the trees on the mountain was about three meters. It is a normal gravel mountain.

"Damn it, Tomahawk won't accept being mocked by a group of brats!"

Zhang Zhen gritted his teeth, and took advantage of the fact that the inner fence that had been hit by a car at some point in front of him hadn't been repaired, and rushed up with his Tomahawk.

With a buzzing sound, the front wheel of the Tomahawk was lifted from the deformed guardrail, and the entire huge car god jumped out of the road and flew towards the steep hillside.

Huofei, who was following behind, was stunned when he saw this scene, and Wang Zicong's eyes were even straightened, until the huge body of the Tomahawk flew down on the hillside, and then roared almost straight like a thundering beast. When it was up, the whole person closed his mouth and swallowed sharply.

Squeak~!

A series of violent brakes sounded, Wang Zicong and the car parallel to him lost their minds for a moment and forgot to enter the curve and almost hit the guardrail, but the two cars following behind still scraped each other, and Huofei came back to his senses He was also busy braking, and stopped in front of the two cars. If he stopped slowly, the three cars would crash into a pile of scrap iron if they didn't fly and the two cars went down the mountain.

　It's even later today, so I'll fight for the third watch.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)