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"Ang!~~~~~"

The engine speed soared sharply, making a huge roar on the deserted street at midnight!

The speed of the dial in front of Fan Ning soared all the way, from the original 40 kilometers per hour on the city road, to 50, 60, 70 in a few seconds...

The two girls sitting in the back seat breathed, and felt their whole body involuntarily straightened up, and then were firmly sucked on the backrest. The speed of the scenery on both sides was getting faster and faster, and the wind poured in from the car window. Joan, who was sleepy and confused, wanted to ask something with a confused look on her face, but just opened her mouth, and the words she wanted to say were choked back by the wind in an instant.

At this time, the car had reached the intersection. Fan Ning braked with one foot, and the speed dropped sharply from 80 to 50. While changing gears, he turned the steering wheel to the left with his other hand, then swung it straight to add gas, and accelerated forward again.

"Crack, crack, crack!——"

The tires rubbed against the road surface with a shrill sound that pierced the night sky. A burning smell came, and Xilan felt that his chest was hurt by the seat belt. Joan, who had just stood up from her lying position, screamed and was thrown out directly, and her face hit the headrest of the passenger seat.

"Hold on, fasten your seat belt." Fanning's eyes were still slightly narrowed. As he quickly reminded, the speed soared again. After breaking through 80 kilometers per hour, the needle began to approach 100.

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

"Is the painting in your art gallery on that car?" Xilan finally came back with a breath.

"It's very likely."

Fanning held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, watching the benches, street lights, mailboxes and other things on both sides of the street pass by quickly in his field of vision, and suddenly felt a little sleepy.

...First searched the files, and then drove for too long due to fatigue?

He bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth to make his eyes brighter. At this moment, the tire rolled over a garbage can on the side of the road, squeezing the sewage all over the ground.

He stepped on the brake to slow down, turned the steering wheel to add gas, and heard the harsh sound of tire friction again. Fan Ning turned left again following the trajectory of the car in front.

This is a narrow alley. A dirty old man was lying at the entrance of the alley, rolling and wailing. The area near his calf knees collapsed completely, which should be caused by the previous car running over him.

The car was driving too fast and his vision was blocked. Fan Ning almost drove over this person's face. He was so scared that he turned the steering wheel and the car body tilted from side to side.

Summer is a relatively friendly season for homeless people. Many people in the narrow alley had previously taken a nap against the wall. At this time, most of them had stood up, fearing that they would not be able to avoid it in time, but a few people were still sleeping soundly with their legs stretched out.

"Ding ding ding!!!!" The taillights of the car in front were looming. Fan Ning's speed was around 60 and he couldn't go up. He honked the horn anxiously to wake these people up.

Fanning made such a big noise by turning and accelerating before, the people in the car in front must know that they are chasing him. Now that he has chosen a tricky and weird road to try to get rid of him, it shows that there is something wrong with him.

"Xilan, can you slow down the speed of the car, or the driving action of the driver?" Fanning asked in a deep voice.

"A closer distance is needed to establish a spiritual connection. Slowing down the speed of the car is not effective, and interfering with the key steering is more effective."

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

In a hurry, the wheel hub of the big car turned and passed by a homeless man who was sleeping like a dead pig without any danger. The front hood of the other side "banged" into a dent, and two pancake carts that were not put into the store at night were knocked out.

To say that Fanning was an old driver in his previous life means that he drove a lot of mileage, was safe and efficient, and rarely violated traffic rules or had accidents.

He is not a racer or a drag racer, and he does not know any tricks of driving. He has basically never experienced this kind of unconventional speeding, and his understanding of cars is only at the average level of science and engineering men.

The only thing that has improved now is that after being promoted to a knowledgeable person, his sense of vehicle control, collision space, or reaction sensitivity and other mysterious feelings are better than before.

However, it seems that the other party has not mastered any extraordinary driving skills, and even his ability to deal with this special road section is slightly inferior to Fan Ning, who has seen all kinds of complex car conditions or road anomalies.

The car cover that was dented before is slowly rising to its original shape, and the scratches are gradually restored to their original shape.

"Qiong, don't waste inspiration to repair insignificant places."

Fan Ning, who has full spiritual perception, felt the subtle changes in the car cover and reminded him.

"Old injuries are harder to heal than new ones." Joan was already awake, hugging the backrest of Fanning's driver's seat with her arms, "How much does this big car cost? Aren't you afraid that Mr. Monroe will come back and chase you with a shotgun?"

"This is considered a work injury." Fanning quickly changed gears and turned, and the entire windshield was spinning. "It's only worth the price of an ordinary nine-foot 'Boethius'... This person is likely to be a knowledgeable person. If the things can't be recovered later, the next few decades will be in vain."

Imagining the other party's trunk filled with oil paintings from the Turner Art Museum, Fanning felt that his blood pressure was about to burst out of his head.

Under the roar of the engine, the wheels kept rubbing against the road or steps, making sharp sounds. The two cars turned around in the alley, and from time to time they rushed out of the road and into another alley.

The distance between Fanning and the car in front was a little closer with each subtle operation.

Suddenly, he felt his eyelids fighting, and a strong sense of fatigue came over him. His brain seemed to be weighed down by lead, and the edge of his vision gradually closed. A warm current of comfort and comfort roamed in his consciousness.

"Carron, be careful, this person has studied the hidden knowledge of the Lord of Witnesses, 'Winter Wind'." Qiong's soft voice reminded him.

Fanning's spirit was awakened at the same time, and his eyes suddenly opened. The car had already driven forward ten meters at a slight angle.

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

Cracks appeared on the windshield and then disappeared quickly.

"It is possible that there is indeed 'Huang' in his spirit." Xilan said.

"And 'Zhu'." Fanning stared ahead.

More and more lights were lit in the windows of the houses on the small street. A resident opened the window, shone a flashlight on the two cars that whizzed past one after another, and issued a righteous accusation. The man in the opposite building even cursed at the taillight of Fanning's car, and threw the beer bottle a hundred meters away, and finally landed ten meters away.

"Hello, is this the police? My stall was smashed!"

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

"East Mecklen District Police Department? Someone is speeding and causing trouble late at night, do you care about it!?"

Residents with good family conditions and telephones began to call the police.

"Hello, Police Department, there is a fugitive!... Hello, I didn't hear what you said clearly... Prison breakout? Yes, yes, yes, someone may have escaped from prison!"

"They hit and killed people! It seems that they hit and killed several people... No, dozens of people!"

"It seems that people were kidnapped in the two cars, and there may be explosives and guns!"

"The speeding driver shouted to kill me!"

More and more outrageous calls were made to the police department. These citizens who have heard about the efficiency of the imperial security system are well aware of the principle that "the bigger the incident, the faster the police will be dispatched."

They are proficient in how to exaggerate: first, they must rely on basic facts and not make up stories; second, they must show that they are frightened and emotionally unstable in their wording; and finally, they must add uncertain and speculative adverbs to the exaggerated situations - in this way, even if there are deviations in the subsequent reports, they will hardly be held accountable.

Fanning, who was holding the steering wheel, suddenly wanted to close his eyelids again. He dodged left and right, and the rearview mirror rubbed sparks on the street lamp pole. The uncontrolled tailspin squeezed the glass window of the clothing store, and the letters in the mailbox were smashed like snowflakes.

...A row of street lamp poles? The mailbox in front of the clothing store?

"Why do I feel like I drove past this place half a minute ago?" Fanning stared at the taillights of the car that appeared and disappeared in front of him, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

He endured the sleepiness, yawned, and reached out to pick up a large black glass bottle in the storage area, smashed it directly, and threw it in the empty passenger seat.

Nearly 100 ml of 100% pure "candle" phase-shining spirit liquid meandered, and the light liquid with flame phantoms evaporated in the car.

Then Fanning 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 brain become active and sharp.

The scenery of the alley burned to ashes, and the vision suddenly opened up. There were silhouettes of buildings of different heights on both sides of the river, sparse reflections of gas lamps on the river, and a bridge that was neither wide nor narrow across the other side.

…Using the illusion created by previous memories?

The Pushor River West Bridge was completed earlier than the bridge in the South Wharf District. It was called the "Old Mecklen Bridge" by the citizens. It was more than 2 kilometers long.

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

The sound of sirens and motorcycles came faintly from behind.

"…I shouldn't have asked if I would run into trouble before driving home today."

This inexplicable experience made Fan Ning curse himself for talking nonsense.

It would be much easier if it was just a straight bridge.

The size of his car was obviously bigger than the other car, and so was its displacement.

Fan Ning downshifted again and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom!

"Ang!!!~~"

The engine was pulled to a rare speed again, quickly climbing over this uphill section, and the taillights of the small car were seen again.

The speed was over 100, but Fan Ning still pressed the accelerator firmly.

First it was 100 kilometers per hour, then 120, 140, 160, 180...The three of them felt gradually losing weight, and the car was flying on the long downhill road.

And they were occupying the opposite lane, fortunately there was no other vehicle on the bridge at this time.

After a series of operations, the distance between them and the car in front, which was delayed by a few seconds due to the illusion, was slowly shortened again.

200 meters, 150 meters, 100 meters…

When overtaking, the two cars were halfway flush, and Fanning used his spiritual sense to determine that the other side had only one person.

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

After two consecutive "bang" and "bang" shots, Fanning stabilized the steering wheel with both hands and instinctively tilted his head down, but then he found that the car window glass had a certain bulletproof effect, and each shot did not completely shatter it, and it was repaired by Qiong in a blink of an eye.

The distance was close enough, and the next moment, Fanning's invisible inspiration thread reached out to the steering wheel in the other side's hand, and the other reached out to the core with the highest temperature in the hood of his car.

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

He naturally couldn't look directly at the situation in the other car. Judging from the external performance, it didn't look like it was completely out of service. It just twisted and turned on the downhill road, and returned to normal after a few seconds of being out of control.

But that was enough, Fanning had already surpassed him.

He stepped on the brakes, twisted the steering wheel suddenly, and the wheel hub rubbed white smoke on the ground. A strong rubber smell filled the cabin, and the whole body of the car was directly across the bridge.

"Ka!——"

As early as Fanning completed the overtaking, the car was braking all the way, and now it stopped more than three meters in front of him with a harsh sound.

At this moment, Fanning finally saw the young man with a broad forehead and cold eyes sitting in the driver's seat.

It was Meyers Benjamin, the former investigator of the Special Patrol Office who had gone crazy and burned paintings at the auction house before!

The two sides exchanged glances in an instant. When he saw that it was three to one, Benjamin had made up his mind not to get entangled.

"Doesn't this guy act like he's crazy?"

After Fanning stopped, he pulled out an automatic pistol from under the seat: "Sheeran, don't let him turn the steering wheel!"

Behind the windshield, Benjamin was ready to turn around, but he suddenly felt the halo of the surrounding scenery swirling, and his mind seemed to fall into a sticky slurry, and the whole process of turning the steering wheel became extremely long.

The front and rear windows of the truck across the road rolled down, and Fanning and Sheeran held their guns at the same time and pulled the trigger at the wheel of the car.

"Bang bang bang bang! ——"

Ice mist appeared on the wheel, and the first bullet penetrated the texture of the black rubber, and the entire bullet body was immersed in it, while the bullets behind only shot out clusters of broken ice.

Benjamin decisively gave up turning around, shifted into reverse gear, and stepped on the accelerator directly.

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

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

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

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

"Grenade?" Fanning's face changed drastically, but he quickly calmed down, stood up and leaned towards the back seat, reaching out to grab it.

A silver-white stream of light flashed through Sheeran's eyes. The detonation of this grenade also took a longer time, until Fanning threw it towards Benjamin's backing car, and it exploded in front of the latter's windshield.

Ice cubes burst out from the other car body, like a layer of shattered shell, and his windshield was also shattered, and the car headlights were also extinguished.

"Damn it." Seeing the opponent's backward speed getting faster and faster, Fanning couldn't help but curse, and re-shifted to speed up.

Benjamin's shotgun never found a chance to reload, but it was useless to do so, because he found that the cracks on the opponent's windshield caused by the bullets fired from the pistol at this time were immediately restored to their original state.

One retreated, the other advanced, and the two sides stared at each other, but due to the difference in displacement, and Benjamin's reverse car was more or less unable to maintain a straight line, the distance between the two sides was shortened again.

"Bang!" Fanning's front of the car directly hit it solidly.

The hoods of both sides rolled up, and the speed slowed down, and the distance between them was several meters again.

But it was this collision that triggered some chain reactions. The front tire that was originally stuck with a bullet cracked a longer gap, and the air leakage became more serious. The trajectory of the car's reverse became more and more crooked.

Qiong raised his right hand and swung it in the air, and his fingers drew purple fluorescence in the air.

With a muffled bang, the tire, which was only slightly chipped, burst.

At this moment, Benjamin's car completely lost control while reversing at high speed, and the brakes could not be stabilized.

The whole car body was like a balloon with an untied mouth, and it spun around on the bridge.

"Bang!!!"

A louder and more violent collision sounded, and the iron parts flew everywhere. The car directly broke through the bridge guardrail and got stuck on it.

The car body was emitting green smoke, and the front half was completely suspended in the sky above the Pshor River!

Fanning and Sheeran held guns, and Joan held the curse seal in his hand. The three of them slowly surrounded him from the back.

At this time, he made a joke with a smile, but in fact he was extremely cautious. In his left hand, which was placed in his pocket, he also held a "Scorching Sun Guide" that he had recently spent nearly 1,000 pounds to carve again.

"Mr. Benjamin, you're a good driver, aren't you?"

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