It was 11 o'clock in the morning, and the cars were coming and going, and it was very lively. Six motorcycles frantically passed by the downtown center and rushed countless red lights. It took seven or eight streets to go from Zhuque Street to Qinglong Street, and the nearest journey was more than 30 kilometers. They arrived within ten minutes, with a speed of up to 180 kilometers per hour. They rushed left and right in the traffic flow, and sometimes in order to take shortcuts or even drive in the opposite direction, almost causing traffic accidents.

The car was parked in a newspaper booth a hundred meters away from the Star Building. Seeing these young people being aggressive, the owner of the newspaper booth thought that his competitors sent someone to cause trouble. He first stuffed the small iron box containing change into the corner, and then placed a few books on "Kung Fu" and "Boxing and Fighting" magazines in the most conspicuous place, and quietly carried a fruit knife.

A guy with gray hair threw out ten dollars and shouted: "Boss, come to "Southern Sports", don't need to find it." The owner of the newspaper booth breathed a sigh of relief and handed him a newspaper as he said.

The guy muttered, "I just said Liverpool would win. Look at how luxurious their lineup this time, it's time to place their bets." Six people, each divided several pieces, sat down on the half-meter stairs in front, and six powerful motorcycles stopped all the stalls facing the customers of the newspaper booth. These incompetent boys had weird hairstyles, were dressed up, and were full of swearing words. At first glance, they were street hooligans who were specializing in causing trouble. After they sat like this, no one dared to get close to ten meters. The sales of the newspaper booth, which was previously quite popular, plummeted, plummeted to zero.

The boss was about to scold him, but he heard another long-haired man say, "Since you feel unhappy, then stab him to death." He was shocked and secretly hid a knife and secretly prayed that the plague gods would leave quickly.

These six hooligans are Ye Xiaobai and his brothers. Although they entered the Ullambank lower-level conference arbitration office, their power was getting bigger and bigger and more subordinates, and they still couldn't get rid of the problem of being brave and fierce. When encountering disputes in everything, they always searched the guy without thinking about it. Besides, he didn't dare to leave the things that Brother Bing gave to others for his own actions. He always had to do it himself to be at ease.

"Mom, the Star Building is so lively, there are people everywhere, so it's hard to start." Du Wenkai didn't read the newspaper, but directly stuffed it under his butt and sat down, looking at the situation of the Star Building in a cold eye. On average, a car would stop at the gate every ten seconds, and there was a security team patrolling the large open space at the door. As well as the passers-by, the police station set up a public security post for the Star Building. Unless it was planned in detail in advance, it would just teach two villains a lesson and would not make such a big deal.

Nandi nodded and said, "If you are caught in a downtown murderer, you will have to eat food."

Che Shenqiu was a smart person, pointing to the opposite side and said, "It seems that they have not come out yet. Even if there are so many people coming out, we have never seen each other before, so it is impossible to recognize those two people immediately. It is better to pay attention to the parking lot directly and divide them into two groups, one group to greet one."

"Okay, I'm out, your idea is correct." Ye Xiaobai saw the license plates of two cars rushing out of the intersection one after another, and greeted everyone: "Get on the bus, Xu Hao. Come on, you have a 3366 with me."

The license plate zhs3366 is a black BMW, but Cai Canglang's car has been replaced with a top sports car Lamborghini, and he still retains the original zhs2288. He soon turned onto the main road, one car east and the other headed west. He left separately.

Blue Borghini has excellent performance and extremely fast speed. She directly inserted into the overtaking lane and started overtaking. Santanas and Mercedes-Benz were thrown to the butt, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Unexpectedly, Cai Canglang, a fat man who looked quite steady, had a tendency to take risks in his subconscious.

Che Shenqiu threw down the cigarette butt: "You all go and do 3366, 2288 for me." Slow Sli took out the panda sunglasses from the front bag of the windbreaker, shook it casually, split the legs of the glasses, put them on the bridge of the nose, stepped on the motorcycle, and started the engine.

The owner of the newspaper booth saw it and thought to himself: "This kid is really cool and wants to chase Borghini. Be careful not to hit the telephone pole." Suddenly, the soles of his feet were shaking a little. Several metal joints in the newspaper booth were not very solid, and they were shocked and sounded. A gust of wind blew up the ground, blowing all the newspapers and magazines inside, hanging under the top frame as a display to take off the clip and smash it on his head.

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When he opened his eyes again, his face was empty, and all six people and six cars disappeared. He immediately became angry and cursed: "Baby, I think the old man was also the god of bicycles back then!"

Cai Canglang's speed has reached 150 kilometers per hour, and the urban speed limit is 60 kilometers. He has far exceeded this limit. It is very dangerous to pass through the traffic. What he wants is the feeling of trampling on the law and contempt everything. Without a driver, there is no need for a driver. It is the most satisfying to master the steering wheel and surpass everyone on the road. Forty or fifty years old is the age of truly adventurous!

But the black spot in the rearview mirror became closer and closer and made him angry: "The motorcycle dares to go to the main road? I don't know how to die!" When I stepped on the accelerator, I became faster. At too high speed, Cai Canglang lacked exercise and finally couldn't adapt to the unpredictable highway, and was in danger for a while.

But the motorcycle was instantly pressed against the buttocks of the car, and couldn't swallow this breath. He wanted to race against it, pulled the steering wheel, and flew into an empty street on the right at the intersection, and the one behind it.

The front of the car passed by, and a series of sparks were scraped out. It was a pity that the top sports car was in a state of strife.

However, the motorcycle followed like this! And it didn't encounter any vehicles! The rearview mirror could even see the man's flying hair and sunglasses shining under the sun.

Che Shenqiu hopes to reach the speed of light and travel through time and space, so he named his car "Time". The original body of "Time" is the yamaha750 model, but it has been completely replaced. The engine is the engine of the "Tomahawk" four-wheeled motorcycle launched by Chrysler Automobile Company in the United States. This viperv-10 engine is very famous, equipped with 10 cylinders, with a total displacement of 8,300cc, and the power is 500 forces that can make all drivers crazy about. In theory, the internal energy can accelerate to an hour and the maximum speed can reach a meter, but it is not easy to actually reach this speed.

Such excellent performance. Not only Zhonghai, but also unique in the country. With Xue Muqiu's driving skills, bullying Lan Borghini is as easy as adults and hitting children.

In less than two or three seconds, "Time" was already running side by side with Blue Borghini. The two cars were only half a meter apart. Cai Canglang was sweating wildly, and the man was sweating wildly, and the man did not wear a helmet and protective clothing, and seemed to be unaffected by air resistance. He could only describe it as incredible. After a glance at the man's facial muscles were swelled by the strong wind, showing a strange twist. He looked at himself, opened his mouth and shouted, and the car window was closed. He couldn't hear what he was saying.

Xue Muqiu cursed, "Damn bald! I ordered you to stop!" As soon as I opened my mouth, the howling wind filled my mouth and nose. I reached out and pulled out the woodpecker's sharp knife from my waist, and held the front of the car with the other hand. The name of the God of Car is well-known. There is no shaking on the car at a speed of more than 100 yards per hour. It is important to know that in this case, as long as the hand shakes, the car will immediately overturn, and the car will be destroyed and the person will die.

The knife that emitted golden light in the sun poked towards the car window. With a thud, the windows were all broken and were thrust by the wind, and it was swept into the car like a blizzard, striking the head and face. The glass horns were sharp, making Cai Canglang's head and neck bloody. The windows were made of specially tempered glass, and even if they were smashed with all their strength with a large hammer, they would only leave a few spider web-like cracks, which would not be broken. This man was only relying on a knife during the high-speed journey... God! Is he still a human? Such a momentum has already received the true teaching of the 50% soldier.

The strong wind blew into the car, and Cai Canglang was injured again, blood stuck to his right eye. He could no longer control the steering wheel correctly, stepped on the clutch and brakes, and urgently reduced the speed. However, the motorcycle slowed down at the same time like a fly attached to him. His reaction was super strong, and his perception of speed seemed to be natural.

Vehicles driving at high speed suddenly slow down, and rear-end collisions are very likely. Fortunately, Cai Canglang chose a sparsely populated section of the road. After a while of racing, he was approaching the suburbs.

Lan Borghini turned to the side of the road, and the tires wiped four black marks on the concrete floor. They dragged them for more than 200 meters and scraped the flower bed next to the road. The inertia was too great and the seat belt almost broke off. The man braked like him, but he was not at all uncomfortable, and he was as if he was walking in his back garden. At this moment, his mind turned on, and he knew that he had encountered a gang attack. He remembered the explanation that his superior asked him to act carefully, and slightly suppressed his nauseous chest cavity. Without time to think, he took out the pistol he had just obtained last night under the cushion and prepared to shoot.

Xue Muqiu's back of his hand was also cut by the glass that was flying, and his skin was broken and his flesh was blew, and blood dripped down. He held a knife and leaned over, "Bald donkey, the security of the gun has not been opened yet."

Cai Canglang hurriedly went to see that the narrow and sharp knife had pierced his wrist, passed between the two wrist bones, and was nailed to the gap in the car door. The pistol fell to the ground. "Ah!" screamed, and as the blood pressed down with the pulse, it shot more than half a foot high. He felt a sudden thrill in his heart, and two thick snots were sprayed out, sweating down, and he barely shouted: "Who are you?"

"Juque Street Speed ​​Party Diamond Brand Killer Xue Muqiu is the same!" A Qiu's gesture fell, and he drew out his knife and smiled ferociously: "You offended our soldier, and you can't live today!"

Cai Canglang asked in horror: "Who is Brother Bing? I don't know you, you won't find the wrong person, right?"
Chapter completed!