Don't quibble, anchor, your name is Zhang San

Chapter 124 Fast and Furious?
Late at night, the empty road was silent.

The roar of the engine suddenly pierced the night.

"Slow down! Jiang Han, slow down!"

Jiang Mengguo grabbed the handle tightly, his muscles tensed, and his face was full of nervousness.

Jiang Han stepped on the accelerator lower and lower, and the pointer on the dial spun wildly.

And the three jeeps behind were still chasing closely, and the speed of both sides was getting faster and faster, and the speed limit had already been exceeded.

A certain section of the highway, a traffic policeman is on duty.

It was late at night, and there were very few passing vehicles.

The traffic policeman yawned boredly, took out his phone and played the game.

At this moment, a series of roaring sounds came from a distance, faintly visible.

The traffic policeman's face tightened, and he quickly put away his mobile phone and looked up. A few beams of car lights were looming in the distance, and they were quickly approaching here.

Without the need for radar speed, the traffic police can immediately tell that these cars are speeding.

And beyond that.

Come to business!The speeding ticket is not low, especially if there is more than one car on the other side.

The traffic policeman looked happy, quickly put on his police cap, and came to the middle of the road.

As the cars gradually approached, the traffic police finally saw clearly.

There are four cars in total, the front one is a Mercedes Benz s600, followed by three jeeps.

Chasing after each other is like a racing scene.

The traffic policeman raised his hand to signal the other party to stop.

However, the s600 whistled harshly, and the three jeeps did not intend to slow down at all.

"Stop! Stop!"

The traffic policemen waved their arms and yelled. Seeing the other party's speed getting faster and faster, a look of fear suddenly appeared on his face.

Fortunately, his reaction was fast enough, and he ran away from the middle of the road in time, avoiding the end of being hit and flying.

Seeing the s600 and jeep speeding past in front of him one after another, the traffic policeman was so angry that he got into the police car parked beside him and sounded the siren.

"Report to the headquarters! Four speeding cars were found on the XX highway, heading southeast, call for support."

Putting down the walkie-talkie, the traffic policeman started the engine and stepped on the accelerator.

'Beep beep beep——'

The police car roared all the way, chasing after the four speeding cars.

Five cars lined up on the highway and staged a chase.

The originally quiet road suddenly became lively.

"What should we do Jiang Han, we seem to be targeted by the traffic police!"

Jiang Mengguo looked back and said with an uneasy expression.

"The situation is urgent, and we can't manage that much."

With that said, Jiang Han increased the speed of the car again.

No matter what traffic policeman you are, I am being hunted down now!

The big deal is to pay a fine afterwards, and you don't have to pay the money yourself.

The men in black on the three jeeps also didn't take the traffic police behind them seriously.

His mission is to take Jiang Mengguo back. The boss can easily settle such trivial matters as speeding, which is not a problem at all.

After a few minutes, the road became narrower and narrower, with more curves, and even a few big bends exceeding ninety degrees.

"Why is the road here so difficult?"

Jiang Han was wondering when he suddenly noticed a modified racing car in front of him.

The whole body of the racing car was painted with bright fiery red patterns, and it became equipped with a rear wing, driving in the same direction as them.

"Where is this place?" Jiang Han asked without looking sideways while driving the car.

Jiang Mengguo looked through the car window, and after a while, his face turned ugly: "This seems to be the winding mountain road outside London, and it is also the place where those speeding gangsters often race cars."

"That seems very unfortunate. We happened to meet them."

As if confirming Jiang Han's words, they soon saw the second and third racing cars.

Obviously, there is a competition going on here.

At the same time, over the Panshan Highway, a helicopter was hovering over the group of vehicles.

There were three people sitting in the plane, the pilot and a professional photographer with a video camera.

The last person with a headset microphone is obviously the commentator of the game.

Somewhere at the foot of the mountain was brightly lit, and a huge screen was set up in the open space, with subwoofers placed on both sides.

Dozens of sports cars of various colors are parked in front of the screen, and there are hundreds of handsome men and women dressed in punk styles standing next to them.

They dyed their hair in colorful colors, exposed large tattoos, and their bodies swayed to the loud music in the sports car.

The scenes captured on the helicopter were projected on the big screen, and the voice of the commentator came out from the stereo, introducing the situation of the game.

"The competition has entered a fierce stage, and GTR is far ahead, occupying the No.1 position."

"Ferrari is at the end. What is it doing? Is it out of gas? It's running slower than a tortoise."

"Wait! What is that! Behind the Ferrari, there is another car, it seems to be a Mercedes-Benz S600!"

"My friends, this s600 is obviously not a member of the competition, but his speed is extremely fast, and he will soon surpass Ferrari."

The voice of the narrator caught the attention of the punk boys and girls, and when they saw the s600 suddenly popping up on the screen, their faces suddenly showed interest.

"OMG! This s600 is so fast, it has surpassed Ferrari. Wait, what is that? Behind the s600, there seems to be a car!"

"God, my eyes are alright, are there three jeeps, and a... police car?!"

"They are very fast, they are almost catching up with Ferrari!"

"My friends, can anyone tell me what happened? Do these guys who came out halfway also want to participate in the game?"

The narrator's voice full of astonishment came from the speaker, and the boys and girls in front of the screen were stunned for a moment, and then burst into cheers, with even more excited expressions on their faces.

Any of the sports cars present started in the millions, and anyone who can afford this expensive sport has a good family background.

These punk boys and girls are basically the rich second generation of London. Of course, the traffic police in the district are not looked down upon by them, which makes them even more excited.

The narrator also adapted to the situation at this time, and even joked and laughed.

"I didn't expect even the police uncle to come. Our Ferrari has to cheer up. If we are caught up, we will be fined."

Halfway up the mountain, amidst Jiang Mengguo's screams, Jiang Han drove through a nearly [-]-degree bend at a speed of nearly [-] yards.

His heart was beating wildly, although he had seen racing competitions before, and even played similar racing games.

But it felt completely different from now.

The adrenaline in his body was soaring crazily, and the unprecedented stimulating experience made him tremble with excitement.

The scenery outside the window receded rapidly until it became a blurred phantom.

There seemed to be a voice in my heart constantly urging: Hurry up!Hurry up!
Jiang Mengguo's face turned pale with fright.

One can imagine the thrills of driving at such a high speed on such a narrow, winding mountain road with such complicated road conditions.

There were many times when she thought the car was going to fly off and roll down a cliff, or hit a steep rock face.

However, Jiang Han's driving skills can be described as a miracle, and he can pass without any risk every time.

(End of this chapter)