urban evil king

"What are you doing here?" Wang Zheng faintly felt that Zhang Yafeng didn't have too much malice, or that her thoughts had been well hidden.

"Can I keep it a secret?" Zhang Yafeng smiled, and I have to say that the chat with Wang Zheng tonight made her feel good, which was also a little different from her original idea.

Of course, since a woman with Zhang Yafeng's mentality dared to bring Wang Zheng out alone, she wouldn't be afraid that he would think badly about her. However, Wang Zheng's words tonight made this woman's impression of him different. Some improvements.

"No, unless you like the feeling of coming out alone with a man in the middle of the night." Wang Zheng said with a smile, "Otherwise you wouldn't delay like this."

Zhang Yafeng's eyes reflected the starlight in the sky: "I don't mean anything else. In fact, your analysis just now is quite accurate. I guess you didn't just say that without evidence."

"You're right." Wang Zheng smiled and nodded, Zhang Yafeng was indeed too smart: "Look at this photo."

Wang Zheng handed over the mobile phone in his hand, and Zhang Yafeng glanced at it. It was a woman in tight cycling clothes, with goggles and a cycling helmet, feeding pigeons in a small square. Snow-white pigeons.

I have to say that the shooting of this photo is very level and looks very impressive.

"With this photo, you can make so many judgments on me?" Zhang Yafeng said: "This is too hasty."

In fact, Zhang Yafeng was also a little surprised, she didn't know that someone could capture the scene of herself feeding the pigeons.Of course, she didn't ask where this photo came from. She had already guessed in her heart that He Yan was Wang Zheng's friend and controlled the top secret unit of the country. She wanted to take such a photo. It's really too simple.

"This photo was not taken by He Yan." As if seeing through what Zhang Yafeng was thinking, Wang Zheng explained: "This is a photo posted on a mainstream photography station in the United States. A photographer was originally taking pictures of pigeons, but it turned out that You broke into his shot, which later won No.3 in the American Photo of the Year competition."

Surprise flashed across Zhang Yafeng's face: "Really, I don't know yet. Send me this photo in a while, and I have to keep it properly."

Women like to take pictures, and female men are no exception, of course, the premise is that they are in the camera.

"Actually, you are very kind deep down in your heart, there is absolutely no need to go back to Fuzhou to take this muddy water." Wang Zheng put away his phone and said.

This photo was indeed passed on to him by He Yan. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win a hundred battles, and Wang Zheng naturally understands this.

"I have to come." Zhang Yafeng said, "This is my home."

"It's just a home in name." Wang Zheng pouted and sneered.

"That's home too." Zhang Yafeng turned her face and said stubbornly. Undoubtedly, this sentence showed her attitude.

She would definitely not stand by and watch the Zhang family fall apart under Wang Zheng's hands.

When Wang Zheng heard this, he didn't say anything more, but said flatly: "Your strength is not enough."

"Whether you succeed or fail, you have to try."

Zhang Yafeng's car drove on the winding main road for another half an hour, turned around at a fork in the road, and drove onto a narrow mountain road where two cars could run side by side.

"I feel the danger." Wang Zheng said with his eyes narrowed as the mountain wind got stronger and stronger.

"Dangerous?" Zhang Yafeng said provocatively, "Then you can get out of the car."

"No, I want to see what method you will use to deal with me." Wang Zheng squinted his eyes slightly. If he got out of the car at this time, it would undoubtedly mean that he was the first to admit defeat.

"Don't always think of people as bad." Zhang Yafeng laughed.

It is strange to say that the relationship between Wang Zheng and Zhang Yafeng should be regarded as an endless hostile relationship, but after this first meeting, not only did Zhang Yafeng not have any hatred for Wang Zheng, but the chat was very happy, and it was very likely to continue the chat **, there is no barrier like meeting strangers at all, this feeling has not appeared in Zhang Yafeng's body for many years.

"Have you heard of Bo'an Mountain Circuit?" Zhang Yafeng asked.

"I haven't heard of it, is it from Fuzhou? I don't know much about this place."

"Not only Fuzhou, but also the two southeastern provinces. For young people who like to play with cars, there is a paradise." Zhang Yafeng's eyes showed a look of reminiscence.

"Since you were in high school, the place you have been going to once a week is that Bo'an Mountain track?" Wang Zheng asked in surprise.

"Yeah, counting it now, I haven't been there for several years. I almost don't even know the way. I don't know if there is any change there now."

"You want to take me to the race car?" Wang Zheng said with a strange expression.

"Why? Can't it?" Zhang Yafeng said with a smile: "My driving skills are rare there."

"No, no, no, it's just that I didn't expect you to do such a crazy thing." Wang Zheng said thoughtfully: "Looking at the condition of this mountain road, it is estimated that the road condition of Bo'an Mountain Circuit will be more dangerous. If you are not careful If you fall off the cliff, you will be doomed, I don't think you are a person who does not cherish life."

"Actually, there are guardrails on the roads there, but due to the high speed of the vehicle, one or two unlucky guys will break through the guardrails and fly down every year." After a pause, Zhang Yafeng continued: "It's probably a very good place now. , After all, it has been operating in secret for so many years, and this is already the most famous underground racing circuit in the southeast."

"You make me feel like a different person." Wang Zheng shook his head.

"In modern society, drag racing is also a common problem for many urban white-collar workers. After intense work during the day, it is only when they get off work that they vent. At night, they often feel like a different person. Under the dual pressures of life and work, happiness Urbanites whose index is getting lower and lower urgently need an environment to vent." Zhang Yafeng said: "And this Bo'an Mountain track is undoubtedly an excellent place to vent, and it becomes extremely popular on weekends."

Zhang Yafeng has been much more independent than children of the same age since he was a child. Because his mother passed away early, his father was too busy with work and had little time to take care of himself, and he had little communication with his younger siblings. He had lived alone since he was a girl, and his heart was depressed. And repression often has nowhere to tell.

Later, she fell in love with this exciting and venting game.Whenever the speed of the car is raised to the highest, feeling the strong wind blowing towards the face, and looking at the continuous light and shadow outside the window, all the pressure and unhappiness of Zhang Yafeng will be swept away, and he will be full of strength again.

The string cannot be stretched for too long, or it will break.