musicians of old

Chapter 166 Midnight Drag Racing (4K [-]-in-[-])

"Ang!!~~~~~"

The speed of the engine soared sharply, and it made a huge roar on the deserted street at midnight!

The speed of the dial in front of Fan Ning's eyes soared all the way. From less than 40 kilometers per hour on the city road, it accelerated to 50, 60, 70...

The two girls sitting in the back row were suffocated, and felt their whole bodies involuntarily straightened up, and then they were firmly sucked on the backrests. The scenery on both sides was receding faster and faster, and the wind came in from the car window and made a loud noise. , Joan, who was so sleepy, wanted to ask something with a blank face, but just opened his mouth, and the wind choked what he wanted to say in an instant.

Sheeran grabbed the hand ring with one hand, and fumbled with the other hand to quickly roll up the windows on both sides.

At this time the car had reached the intersection, Fan Ning slammed on the brakes, and the speed of the car dropped sharply from 80 to 50. While shifting gears, the other hand slammed the direction to the left, then swung forward to fill up the gas, and accelerated forward again.

"Crack! -"

The tires on the road made a screeching sound piercing the night sky, and there was a burnt smell. Sheeran only felt that her chest was being hurt by the seat belt, but Joan, who had just got up from the lying position, screamed, and the whole body He was thrown straight away, and his face hit the headrest of the co-pilot firmly.

"Hold on fast and fasten your seat belt." Fan Ning's eyes were still slightly squinted. When he quickly reminded, the speed soared again. After breaking through 80 kilometers per hour, the pointer began to approach 100.

At this moment, he had just seen the taillights of the car turn and disappear on the far side of the street again.

"Which car is the painting in your art gallery?" Sheeran finally came back after taking a breath.

"Very likely."

Fan Ning held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and watched the benches, street lamps, mailboxes and other things on both sides of the street fly by in his vision, and suddenly felt sleepy and in a trance.

…searching the files first, and driving too long?

He bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth, making his eyes brighter. At this moment, the tire ran over a trash can on the side of the road, and the sewage was squeezed and splashed all over the ground.

Stepping on the brakes to slow down, turning to replenish oil, and the harsh sound of tire friction, Fan Ning followed the trajectory of the car in front and turned left again.

This is a narrow alley, and the dirty old man is lying at the entrance of the alley, rolling and crying, and the area around the calf and knee has completely collapsed, which should be caused by the previous car.

The speed of the car was too fast, and his vision was blocked. Fan Ning almost drove past this man's face.

Summer is a relatively friendly season for the homeless. Many people in the narrow alley were leaning against the wall to take a nap. At this time, most of them have stood up, lest they avoid it in time, but there are still a few people who are sleeping soundly, their legs Stretch out
"Didi Didi!!!!" The taillights of the car in front of him were faintly visible, and Fan Ning couldn't get up at a speed of around 60. He honked his horn anxiously to wake up these people.

Fan Ning made such a big noise by turning and accelerating before, the people in the car in front must have known that they were chasing him. Now that he took a tricky and weird way to try to get rid of him, it further showed that there was something wrong with him.

"Sheeran, can you slow down the speed of the car, or the driver's driving movements?" Fanning asked in a deep voice.

"Needs to be close so that a spiritual connection can be established. Slowing down the car is less effective than interfering with critical turns."

When Sheeran answered, the automatic pistol in his hand was already loaded.

In a hurry, the big wheel hub turned and passed a homeless man who was sleeping like a dead pig without any risk. The front hood on the other side was dented with a "bang", and the two cars were not taken into the store overnight. The scone cart was knocked out.

To say that Fan Ning was at the level of a veteran driver in his previous life means that he drove more mileage, was safe, prudent and efficient, and had fewer violations or accidents.

He is not a racing driver or drag racing party, and he does not have any strange driving skills. He has basically never experienced this kind of unconventional speeding, and his understanding of cars is only at the average level of a man of science and engineering.

The only thing that is more improved now may be that after being promoted to a knowledgeable person, the sense of vehicle control, sense of collision space, or response sensitivity and other more mysterious touches are better than before.

However, it seemed that the other party also did not have any driving skills against the sky, and even his ability to deal with this special road section was slightly inferior to that of Fan Ning, who had experienced various complicated vehicle conditions or strange roads.

The car cover that had been dented before was slowly bulging to its original shape, and the scratches were gradually returning to normal.

"Joan, don't waste inspiration fixing things that don't matter."

Fan Ning, who had a full sense of consciousness, felt the subtle changes in the car hood, and sounded a reminder.

"Old wounds are harder to heal than new ones." Joan was already completely sleepy at this time, with her arms tightly hugging the back of Fanning's driver's seat, "How much does this big car cost? Are you afraid that Mr. Monroe will come back to get a shotgun?" Chasing you?"

"This is considered a work-related injury." Fan Ning quickly shifted gears and steering, and the vision of the entire windshield was dizzying. Things can’t be recovered later, and the next few decades will be in vain.”

As soon as he imagined that the other party's trunk was full of oil paintings from the Turner Museum, Fanning felt that his blood pressure was about to rush out of his forehead.

Under the roar of the engine, the wheels continued to rub against the road or steps to make a sharp sound. The two cars turned around in the alley, and from time to time rushed out of the road and entered another alley.

The distance between Fan Ning and the car in front was getting closer with each subtle operation.

Suddenly he felt his eyelids twitching, a deep tiredness hit him, his brain weighed like lead, the edge of his vision gradually closed, and a warm current of comfort and comfort lingered in his consciousness.

"Callon, be careful, this person has studied the hidden knowledge of the Lord of Witness 'Northern Wind'." Qiong's soft voice reminded.

Fan Ning woke up spiritually at the same time, his eyes opened suddenly, and the car had already driven forward ten meters at a slight angle.

There was no time to escape, and the tables, chairs, fences and parasols in the small courtyard in front of a cafe were smashed to pieces.

Cracks appeared in the windshield and quickly disappeared.

"It's possible that there is indeed a 'barren' in his spirituality." Sheeran said.

"There is also 'candle'." Fanning stared ahead.

More and more lights were lit up in the windows of the houses in the small street. A resident pushed open the windows and shone a flashlight on the two cars that roared past one after another, uttering stern accusations.The man in the opposite building even yelled at Fan Ning's car taillights, and threw the beer bottle a hundred meters away, and finally landed ten meters away.

"Hey, police? My stall was smashed!"

"I want to call the police, someone deliberately sabotaged public facilities in the city in the middle of the night!"

"East Mecklen District Police Department? Someone is racing late at night to provoke trouble, do you care about it!?"

The family conditions are good, and the residents with telephones have started to call the police.

"Hey, is there a fugitive in the police station! ...Hey, I didn't hear what you said...Prison escape? Yes, yes, someone may have escaped from prison!"

"They killed people! It seems that they killed several... no, dozens of them!"

"It seems that people have been kidnapped in the two vehicles, and there may be explosives and guns!"

"The drag racing driver shouted from the air to kill me!"

More and more outrageous calls were made to the police department. These citizens, who had heard about the efficiency of the imperial security system, knew the truth of "the bigger the problem, the faster the police will be dispatched".

They have mastered how to exaggerate: first, they must rely on basic facts, and secondly, they must show that they are frightened and emotionally unstable; Even if there are deviations in the after-the-fact reporting, it will be difficult for them to be held accountable.

Fan Ning, who was holding the steering wheel, suddenly wanted to close his eyelids uncontrollably, sprinting left and right to avoid, the rearview mirror sparked on the lamppost, and the uncontrolled tail flick smashed the glass window of the clothing store, the post box, etc. The letter paper in the box was smashed and scattered like snowflakes.

...a row of light poles?The mailbox in front of the clothing store?
"Why do I feel like I drove past this place half a minute ago?" Fan Ning stared at the taillights of the cars that had been disappearing and appearing in front of him, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Enduring the sleepiness, he yawned, reached out to pick up the large black glass bottle from the storage area, smashed it, and threw it in the passenger seat.

Nearly [-] milliliters of [-]% pure "candle" radiant liquid flowed meanderingly, and the light liquid was transpiring in the car with the phantom of flames.

Afterwards, Fan Ning took a few deep breaths, and stretched out the thread of inspiration to embrace this cheering space.

This extremely inefficient way of burning money made the drowsy inspiration in everyone's brains active and sharp.

The scenery in the alley burned to ashes, and the vision suddenly opened up. On both sides of the river, there were silhouettes of buildings of different heights. On the river, there were sparse reflections of gas lamps, and a bridge that was neither wide nor narrow spanned the opposite bank.

…using hallucinations from previous memories?
The West Pushore Bridge was completed earlier than the bridge in the South Wharf area. It is called the "Mecklen Old Bridge" by the public, with a total length of more than 2 kilometers.

I just drove over from the opposite side an hour ago. For the current direction, it has a steeper and shorter uphill and a slower and longer downhill.

The sound of police sirens and motorcycles came faintly from behind.

"...I shouldn't have asked if there would be any trouble before driving home today."

The inexplicable encounter in front of him made Fan Ning curse in his heart that he was too idle to talk nonsense.

But it is much easier to handle a straight bridge deck.

The size of my car is obviously larger than the opponent's, and the displacement is also the same.

Fanning downshifted again and kicked the accelerator to the end!
"Ang!!!~~"

The engine was pulled to the usual rare speed again, quickly climbed the uphill, and saw the taillights of the car again.

The speed of the car has exceeded [-], but Fan Ning is still firmly pressing on the accelerator.

First it was 100 km/h, then 120, 140, 160, 180... The three of them felt weightless gradually, and the car flew quickly on the long downhill road.

And I still occupy the opposite lane, but fortunately there are no other vehicles on the bridge at this time.

After a short operation, the distance pulled away by the vehicle in front due to the phantom delaying for a few seconds slowly shortened again.

200 meters, 150 meters, 100 meters…

When overtaking, the two cars were already half-aligned, and Fan Ning used his spiritual sense to confirm that there was only one person on the other side.

The outer edge of the soft felt hat protruded from the opponent's driver's seat, and at the same time aimed at the barrel of his own shotgun.

"Boom" and "Boom" two shots in a row, Fan Ning held the steering wheel with both hands, and at the same time instinctively turned his head, but then he found that the window glass has a certain bulletproof effect, and each shot did not completely shatter it. In a blink of an eye, it was repaired by Joan again.

The distance was close enough. In the next moment, Fanning's invisible threads of inspiration stretched toward the steering wheel in the opponent's hand, and toward the hottest core in the hood of his car.

When the inspiration simulations pulled each other, Fan Ning felt that he was hindered to a certain extent, as if his body passed through a layer of ice shell, and he shivered all over.

Naturally, he couldn't look directly at the situation in the opponent's car. Judging from the external performance, it didn't look like the engine was completely turned off. It just twisted on the downhill road and returned to normal after losing control for a few seconds.

But that was enough, Fanning was already ahead of him.

The brakes were stepped on, the steering wheel was twisted sharply, the wheels produced white smoke on the ground, and a strong smell of rubber permeated the cabin, and the entire vehicle body directly lay across the bridge.

"Crack!——"

As early as Fan Ning finished overtaking, the car braked all the way, and stopped more than three meters in front of him with an ear-piercing sound.

At this moment, Fan Ning finally saw clearly the young man with a broad forehead and stern eyes sitting in the driver's seat.

It was Meyers Benjamin, the former investigator of the special inspectorate who went crazy and burned paintings at the auction house!
The eyes of the two sides met in an instant, and when it was clear that it was three-on-one, Benjamin made up his mind not to get entangled with him.

"This guy doesn't act like crazy?"

After Fanning came to a complete stop, he pulled out the automatic pistol from under the seat with a swish: "Sheeran, don't let him steer the wheel!"

Benjamin behind the windshield was about to turn around, but he suddenly felt the halo of the surrounding scenery swirl, his thoughts seemed to fall into a thick slurry, and the whole process of killing the steering wheel became extremely long.

The front and rear windows of the large car on the road rolled down. Fanning and Sheeran held guns at the same time, and pulled the trigger on the wheel hub of the car.

"Bang bang bang bang!——"

Ice fog formed on the hub, the first bullet pierced through the texture of the black rubber, and the entire body of the bullet sank into it, while the subsequent bullets just shot out clusters of crushed ice.

Benjamin resolutely gave up on the U-turn, put into reverse gear, and directly stepped on the accelerator.

At the same time, a small black object flickering with sparks was thrown and flew towards Fanning's car.

The trajectory of the sparks across the air was slower than usual, and Benjamin was also a little slow in getting down, but the latter did not delay him too much time, and the car had already started to slowly back uphill on the bridge.

Fanning and Sheeran quickly rolled back the window, which was closed when it slowly approached the car.

But the glass seemed to be melted through, and this unremarkable object went straight through it and fell into the back seat!

"Grenade?" Fan Ning's face changed drastically, but he quickly calmed down, got up and leaned towards the back row, reaching out his hand to grab it.

Silver-white streamers flashed from Sheeran's eyes, and it took a longer time for the detonation of the grenade, until Fanning threw it towards Benjamin's backing car, and it exploded in front of the latter's windshield.

All over the sky, ice blocks burst out from the opponent's body, like a shattered shell, and his windshield was also shattered, and the headlights of the car were also extinguished.

"Damn it." Seeing the opponent's back speed getting faster and faster, Fan Ning couldn't help cursing, and put into gear again to speed up.

Benjamin’s shotgun never found a chance to be reloaded, but it was useless, because he found that the bullets fired by the pistol at this time would immediately restore the cracks on the opponent’s windshield.

One retreated, the other advanced, and the two sides stared at each other. However, due to the difference in displacement and the fact that Benjamin, who was backing up, was more or less unable to maintain a straight line, the distance between the two sides narrowed again.

"Bang!" Fan Ning's car bumped into it firmly.

The hoods of the two sides rolled up, and the speed slowed down a little, and the distance of several meters was opened again.

But it was this collision that triggered a certain chain reaction. The front tires that were originally jammed with bullets had a longer gap, and the air leakage became more serious. The car's reversing trajectory became more crooked.

Joan raised her right hand and swung it down in the air, drawing purple fluorescent lights in the air with her fingers.

With a muffled bang, the tire that was originally only a slight gap burst.

At this moment, Benjamin's car completely lost control under the high-speed reverse, and the brakes could not be stabilized.

The entire vehicle body was like a balloon that was not tied tightly, flicking its tail and circling continuously on the bridge deck.

"Bang!!!"

There was a louder violent impact, and the iron parts flew, and the car directly broke through the bridge guardrail and got stuck on it.

The body of the car was emitting green smoke, and the front half was completely suspended above the high altitude of the Pushol River!
Fanning and Xilan held guns, and Joan held the seal in his hand, and the three slowly surrounded him from behind.

At this time, he was teasing with a half-smile, but in fact he was extremely cautious. He put his left hand in his pocket and held a "Lighting Sun Guidance" that cost nearly 1000 pounds to engrave again recently.

"Mr. Benjamin, are you good at driving?"

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