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Half an hour later, Fabre drove his car to the starting point, only to see that his opponent had already arrived. What do you mean by driving a broken Mustang?

"What is Morris doing?" Fabre looked at the Ford Mustang, which was obviously a second-hand car, from the driver's seat. "Did that guy Morris know that he was going to lose, so he deliberately repaired a broken car, and then refused to admit that he failed? It must be like this." Fabre, who guessed the truth, looked proud. Do you think I will let you go? You are so naive. We are men who will do whatever it takes to achieve our goals.

"Hey, isn't that Morris Morris?" Just when Fabre was so proud that he had guessed the truth, the former actually appeared in the audience, "What's going on, who is in this Mustang?"

"Hey, what are you doing?" Fabre rolled down the window and shouted to the second-hand Mustang: "Isn't Morris going to compete with me?" But what he answered was two white, tender and watery little hands. Of course, if those little hands didn't make gestures Those uncivilized gestures are still very pleasing to the eye.

"Asshole Maurice, you bastard actually let two lolita race with you, are you humiliating me?" Fabre immediately became angry when he saw Lena and Mindy in the Mustang. Can you be more serious? , this is a racing competition, wait, I understand, it must be that guy Morris who thought that if he sent two delicious lolita on the field, he would take it lightly, or even be irritated to the point of losing his mind, huh, childish, we are men who will do whatever it takes to achieve our goals. , this little trick can’t fool me. Thinking of this, Fabre couldn’t help but trim his nails. He didn’t even notice Maurice. Could it be that he would lose to two lolita? This is a big joke.

"What is that Fabre guy doing?" In the logistics studio of McCord Racing Team, everyone looked at the ace driver whose face was constantly changing through the on-board camera, and who kept talking to himself: Why is this guy smoking crazy today? The opponent is so vulnerable, Fabre is still in the mood to trim his nails now

"Beep, beep," the start signal sounded, and Fabre changed his leisurely attitude. Although this guy was a scumbag secretly, his racing skills were indeed extraordinary. I'm afraid it wouldn't be as perfect if Morris had started at this point.

"That bastard's skills have improved again." A racer next to Morris in the audience couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, is your friend okay?"

"Gate, you're here too." Morris heard someone calling him from behind, and turned around to see that it was his friend Gat.

"Can you come? The prize money for this competition is three million. To be honest, since you left the team, many old friends have changed jobs." Gat's face was full of sighs.

"I heard that you transferred to the Mercedes-Benz team. That is a rich owner. Where are you going to finish this time?" Morris patted the latter's shoulder. As the team's second car, Gart's I know my strength very well. If it weren't for Fabre's dirty trick, the main force of the team now would be this guy in front of me.

"Don't mention it, I won't even be playing in this race." When he said this, Gat also looked disappointed. He came to the race excitedly, but the team notified him at short notice that there was a problem with the vehicle and might give up the race. .

"Ah, what happened?" Morris was curious. Didn't you come here for the bonus? Why did you say you can't play now?

"It's still the same problem," Gart explained: "You know, the engine is leaking oil."

"Um, the one worth 66 yuan"

Gat:

"Hum, I won't pass you more than ten laps today. My name, Fabre, will be written backwards. Maurice, prepare your check." Fabre looked at the old Mustang who was still starting slowly on the starting line with a look of disdain.

"Old man, you're really kidding me." Gat was confused when he saw Lena and Mindy in the Mustang. This guy must have been beaten to the point of losing his mind by Fabre.

"Hey, you'll know in a minute." Morris looked at the old Mustang who started slowly, and the fun had just begun.

"So fast." At this time, the statistics of the McCord Racing Team came out. Fabre's single lap time was close to the record. It seemed that his ace driver was in pretty good condition today.

"Worship you to your heart's content, you scumbags." Hearing the data analysis coming from the headset, Fabre looked proud, raised his eyes and glanced at the rearview mirror: "I guess you can't see the shadow of the Mustang anymore, what's going on? "

"What the hell is this?" Fabre couldn't help but break out a cold sweat on his forehead as he looked at the Mustang clenching behind him. When did this thing catch up?

"Maurice, where did you find this monster?" Gat looked in disbelief in the audience. The Mustang, which had been lagging behind, suddenly exerted its strength, and it only took two laps to catch up with Fabre, who was nearly one lap ahead of them.

"Haha" Morris smiled and said nothing but also thought in his heart. This speed was obviously faster than the last time he passed him. This is a car, not a plane.

"Rena, why don't you go over there?" Minty looked at Reina who was sitting in the driver's seat in the Mustang in confusion.

"Don't you think this is good?" Reina took a sip of the juice that Mindi handed her, and a pair of little devil's horns grew on her pink and tender forehead: "Sometimes hope is more annoying than despair, isn't it? "What?" After saying that, the little Loli deliberately let go of the accelerator, and the Mustang was once again thrown away by Fabre by nearly a hundred meters.

"Then you play slowly. What's so funny about this kind of rubbish? I'm going to bed." Mindy glanced at Fabre, who was treated as a new toy by Reina. Oh, poor child.

"Hey, why did the Mustang slow down? Is there something wrong with the car?" Gat looked puzzled at the Mustang that could have passed Fabre in the stands. "It's such a shame to have such a good opportunity just now."

"I'm just saying, how could a little girl catch up with me?" Fabre looked at the Mustang that was thrown away again. It must have been an illusion just now.

"Boss, why are you here?" At this time, McCord appeared in the main control room of the McCord team.

"Well, what are you doing? Didn't you come to test the car today? Fabre hasn't finished the race yet?" McCord wondered. Doesn't Fabre usually hate pre-race training? Did he have a brain twitch today?

"Interesting, is it actually Morris?" After listening to the report from his men, McCord thought of his former ace, who seemed to have disappeared for a long time since he left the team, but why did he suddenly appear again this time and even had a conflict with Fabre.

"The latest data is out, Fabre's single lap time has broken the record," a statistician said excitedly.

"It seems that our ace is in good condition." McCord nodded with satisfaction. It was indeed a wise decision for him to take Morris away in exchange for Fabre.

"Strange, is there something wrong here?" Suddenly the statistician said again: "Is the data of this Mustang wrong? Why is its lap time three seconds faster than Fabre? This is unscientific."

"Why is this impossible?" A group of McCord employees looked at Reina who was still lagging behind. There must be something wrong with the records. The latter was obviously still lagging behind. How could there be such good statistics?

"Damn it, why can't you get rid of it?" Fabre, who was sitting in the driver's seat of the racing car, was also very depressed. Although he had exerted % of his strength, the Mustang behind him was still clinging to him. The flashing passing lights kept irritating his nerves.

"They are playing tricks on Fabre." Gat also saw something was wrong in the stands. The Mustang could easily surpass Fabre every time, but it never accelerated.

"Haha" Morris smiled and did not answer. At the same time, he recalled that before the competition, Miss Reina suddenly came to ask him how to maximize the impact and psychological destruction of his opponents in the racing competition, so he came up with such a bad idea. I could obviously overtake you, but I just refused to do it. I just kept biting you, making you always worried. It's just that this kind of situation is usually used by experienced drivers to tease newbies, but now Fabre is a world-class racer, not just a newbie who just got his driver's license. The skills of his little lolita master are also terrible. Bar

"Why the hell is this happening?" Just as Morris said, Fabre's heart is indeed about to collapse at this time. You did it on purpose.

The Mustang that appeared in the rearview mirror from time to time made Fabre tense up and didn't dare to relax at all. After three laps, Fabre's helmet was wet with sweat.

"Monster!" Gat was also covered in cold sweat in the stands. If he were in another position with Fabre, he would have collapsed.

Look at that second-hand Mustang swaying left and right. It's like an adult teasing a child with a lollipop. If it's not given to you, you won't be able to grab it. Hahaha, play until you collapse.

Looking at Gat with a cold sweat on his face, Morris smiled proudly: Master Reina 666, help me kill that bastard Fabre

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