Chapter 106

Zhou Yang's Maserati and Nange's Ferrari are flying away from the starting line almost at the same time.

The two cars, on the surface, look similar. They are luxury cars.

But in the design concept, it is very different.

Ferrari is designed to let people experience the pleasure of extreme speed, so the speed is generally very fast, starting fast, linear speed is faster.

And Maserati, usually suitable for women, to pursue fresh petty bourgeoisie, exquisite and elegant, in speed, much inferior to Ferrari.

There is not much difference between the two cars in the first kilometer, almost all of them are parallel.

But after a kilometer, the essential gap between the two cars begins to show.

"Look, Nange is ahead of that boy!"

"Nange is very powerful. That boy is too ignorant to see who we are!"

"That is, a broken Maserati, but also want to compare with our South brother Ferrari, it is just a dream!"

Almost every other distance along the mountain road around Xiaoshu mountain, there are several people from the Party of flying cars.

They report the race schedule status of the two cars along the way, and the current status.

As soon as Ferrari of Nange overtakes Zhou Yang's Maserati, they will convey the message to other personnel through walkie talkie.

Looking at those people cheering, Niu Chuan and Chen Xin are worried.

After all, they didn't have a walkie talkie. They didn't know about Zhou Yang at this time.

In fact, Zhou Yang is very calm now.

The Ferrari of Nango is just a few dozen meters ahead of him.

Although Ferrari is not fast, it is not fast.

"It seems that this boy has some strength."

Nange glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Zhou Yang's Maserati closely following him. He could not help laughing and pressing his toes down.

Suddenly, a sharp roar suddenly sounded.

The speed of the Ferrari was three hundred yards, and then it was over one!

Although Ferrari's peak speed can reach about 450 yards, that's the theoretical data.

And the requirements of the track are also very high, must be straight, and the road to be flat.

You know, in addition to professional tracks, there are very few roads in the world that meet such conditions.

What's more, at this time, the place where they are located is the ring road of Xiaoshu mountain.

Winding up the road, there are some chapped roads from time to time.

Ferrari can't go all out on it. It has to be strictly controlled.

However, Nange does not seem to care at all, a strong foot, Ferrari's speed will climb up again.

Almost in an instant, Nange stretched the distance between himself and Zhou Yang to 200 meters.

It can be said that Nange's foot down, he directly widened the gap of more than 100 meters with Zhou Yang.

Such a gap, in the professional competition, is also very rare to see.

"My God, Nange is speeding up!"

"Nange has already got rid of Maserati's boy. Now it is more than 200 meters, and that boy is about to lose sight of Nange's tail light!"

"Come on, Nange, Nange, Weimeng!"

From the walkie talkie came the cheering voice of the party.

Zhou Yang sat in the Maserati, looking at the Ferrari in front of him, his eyes gradually narrowed.

For racing, it was his previous hobby, but because of the family situation, he can only use some bad cars to practice.

And this, he never told anyone.

"For several years, my hand is really a little rusty. How did people call me back then?"

Zhou Yang chuckled, holding the steering wheel tightly in both hands and stepping on the soles of his feet slowly. He seemed not to care about the possible problems on the road.

"I remember, they used to call me" wind hand ". I don't know if I still remember it now."

"Boom, boom!"

A huge sound wave sounded, Zhou Yang drove Maserati to speed up, and soon approached the distance between Ferrari and Zhou Yang.

"Shit! Is that kid going to die? They don't slow down in the curve! "

"Not only did he not slow down, but he accelerated!"

"No, he's going to catch up with Nange. Now the difference between the two cars is only about 30 meters, less than 10 seats!"

Zhou Yang's sudden acceleration shocked those party members and spread the scene through walkie talkie one by one.

"Hum! Boy, you want to pass me? Dream

Seeing the approaching Maserati, Nange's face darkened instantly.

With a sip, Nange speeds up again.

This time, Ferrari's speed has almost reached the extreme on the mountain road around xiaoshushan.If the speed is faster, there is a great possibility of rollover.

You know, even if the two sides of the highway around the mountain are not cliffs, they are also deep gullies.

If the car rolls down, there is little chance of survival.

Then fortune teller survived, and I'm afraid he was disabled for life.

And this time, Nange almost came up with all his tricks.

But even so, Zhou Yang is still unmoved and calmly drives Maserati.

The whole highway around Xiaoshu mountain is only more than ten kilometers long.

If you follow the normal speed, half an hour will finish the whole race.

Even in the case of ziah racing, it's only ten minutes.

Soon, ten minutes passed.

Nange and Zhou Yang both came to the last section.

Seven loops.

Limited by the unique terrain of xiaoshushan, there are seven consecutive curves in the last section of the highway around the mountain, each of which is closely connected.

When you come out of one corner, you will immediately enter the next curve. There is no time to breathe.

"Nange and that boy have come to the seven song series now, and now Nange is still ahead!"

"But that boy's strength is also good, unexpectedly did not get rid of by South elder brother!"

The continuous spread of real-time news also comforted Niu Chuan and Chen Xin.

Zhou Yang and Nange raced ahead, while Niu Chuan and Chen Xin were riding in the car of the party, slowly following them all the way.

Now I hear them say that they have entered the last corner, and it is a long sigh of relief.

Qiqu Lianwan, as a landmark section of xiaoshushan mountain Ring Road, is the favorite place of countless drag racing parties.

Almost every day, people are racing here.

And at this time, Zhou Yang's Maserati tightly grasps Nange's Ferrari, a head into the seven curve series.

"Now both cars are in the corner, and Nange is in the lead, but that boy is also very close, and he has not lost it!"

"But with the skill of brother Yi Nan, if you want to get rid of that boy, it should be very simple!"

"Now they have passed three corners and entered the fourth one!"

"Nange is so far ahead that he can't keep up with him!"

……

There was a rapid voice coming from the walkie talkie, and everyone in the party was very nervous at this time.

"The boy seems to have given up. They have now entered the fifth corner, and the boy suddenly slowed down..."

"No! Instead of slowing down, he accelerated! At the fifth death curve, instead of slowing down, it accelerated. Now the distance between Nange and Nange is getting tighter and tighter! "

"What! What do I see? "

Suddenly, there were shouts of surprise from the walkie talkie.

"That boy even passed Nange. At the moment when he went out of the fifth curve and entered the sixth curve, he passed Nange!"

"Just now, how did he surpass Nange? I didn't see it at all