car altar supreme

Chapter 161
Wang Yu was right, and Mo Shu really found that Fred seemed to hesitate a bit when he turned the corner.

Of course, Mo Shu would not let go of an excellent opportunity. He boldly chose to attack at the center of the bend.

Fred's turn-in was very fast, and he walked an almost perfect racing line, which was also convenient for Mo Shu behind him. As long as he followed the car in front closely, the choice of turn-in could be operated almost without thinking.

But in the apex, Fred's car was a little understeering, and he started to deviate slowly from the apex, which happened to leave a gap on the inside line.

This undoubtedly gave Mo Shu a chance. He chose to overtake without hesitation. Mo Shu pointed the front of the car directly to the inner side of the track, and the retuned suspension performed extremely well.

Mo Shu couldn't feel the pressure from the roll at all, and the steering wheel was as precise as laser positioning.

"It's tied!" Wang Yu exclaimed, and the next step is to fight for who can get out of the corner faster.

Mo Shu quickly switched the racing car to the propulsion mode through the buttons on the steering wheel. Although this is more fuel-intensive, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity not to be missed.

It is true that Fred's driving skills are quite good, but no matter who it is, it is difficult to regain a victory after losing the route. Seeing that he is about to be overtaken by Mo Shu, Fred once again chose to be shameless.

While carefully adjusting the steering wheel, he got close to Mo Shu's racing car. When Mo Shu's attention was all focused on exiting the corner, Fred rubbed his front wheel on Mo Shu's racing car's front wing.

Mo Shu only felt that the front of the car stopped, but it was too late to avoid the collision. He watched half of his left front wing shattered, and at the same time complained that he didn't have a long memory.

It may be because he has been away from the racing track for too long, he seems to have forgotten that there are more shameless people on the racing track, and they are even more "beasts" than the folk drivers.

Despite this, Mo Shu still took the lead, but his front wing is a huge hidden danger. That thing is the first part to contact the airflow and the first condition for the sufficient downforce of the car.

Sure enough, as the racing car continued to drive at high speed, the damage to the front wing became more and more serious. At a speed of more than 300 km per hour, the air was like a sharp knife, and the front wing was crumbling in the wind, and Mo Shu's situation suddenly changed. Embarrassed once.

"Mo Shen, think about it, and choose a suitable time to stop for maintenance." Wang Yu knew that going on like this is not an option. If the car does not have a front wing, the oncoming airflow will be very turbulent.

"What the hell, I have to pull in again just after overtaking. Today, the Pit room is on the fence with me?" Mo Shu must not be reconciled, he has just led half a lap.

"The overall situation is the most important thing. There is still a chance. I suggest you come back as soon as possible."

"I said Lao Wang, it depends on the situation, I will stick to it for a few more laps."

Mo Shu chose to take the risk. He had to try his best to expand his advantage. If he entered the station again at this time, even Lynch and Quick, who were even further behind, would run ahead of him.

Thinking of Quick, Mo Shu was very helpless. He had expected his teammates to help, but who knew that Quick was completely behind, and Lynch threw him far away. Mo Shu had no hope for this teammate.

But on the other hand, Lynch seemed to be running faster and faster, and he was about to catch up with Fred. The two drivers on the Prancing Horse, one in front of the other, were probably about to attack Mo Shu soon.

Mo Shu was good, he kept on doing nothing, and turned on the propulsion mode for a long time. Wang Yu couldn't bear it again on the technical stage, and turned on the communication to contact the driver.

"Mo Shen, it's fine if you don't make a pit stop. Don't use this propulsion mode all the time. Your fuel is depleting rapidly. If you continue like this, you won't even be able to finish the race."

"What can I do? Look at how the car behind me is forcing me. I don't need to push the mode now. I will be overtaken by my opponent in a minute."

"But you also have to pay attention to the oil level, and your tires are also wearing out a lot."

"Old Wang, leave me alone, this is the only way I can do it now."

Mo Shu's voice was very impatient, but helplessly, he was also forced into this by his opponent. The current formula rules do not allow refueling, so he has to switch back to the fuel-saving mode now.

But the problem is that the fuel-saving mode will greatly affect the performance of the engine, and Fred is likely to overtake Mo Shu again.

Let's hold on for a while longer, until they enter the station, Mo Shu secretly planned in his heart.

But he didn't want Lynch to overtake at this time, and Fred seemed to give way to his teammates.

"Damn, take turns attacking?" Mo Shu muttered, and he quickly defended his racing line, determined not to give his opponent a chance.

Unexpectedly, Lynch suddenly made a twitch and planned to overtake on the straight road. Mo Shu gritted his teeth and gave the accelerator full throttle. As long as he persisted until the next corner, it would be difficult for Lynch to overtake on the curve.

However, the impact of the front wing on the car was not insignificant. The turbulent airflow made the steering wheel shake wildly. Mo Shu felt his hands were numb, and even the route into the corner was affected.

"Mo Shen! Don't force yourself!" Wang Yu yelled on the technical stage.

Although Mo Shu heard the warning, it was too late to stop at this moment.

His left front wing was suddenly overturned by the airflow, and the car lost control immediately.

There was chaos in front of Mo Shu's eyes, and he knew that he was spinning non-stop.

I hope nothing happens!
Wang Yu and Weiermin prayed silently in their hearts, the out-of-control car was sliding off the track, and it would be over if it hit the wall.

Mo Shu was still spinning around at this moment, watching Lynch pass him, followed by another flash of red light, he knew that it was Fred who also passed him.

Did he just lose like this?Mo Shu's heart was full of displeasure.

This is already a great shame for him, his majestic "god of speed" was actually forced to this position.

accurate!no!I have to chase it back, so smart driving is great?I just don't believe in this evil!
Mo Shu put his mind to it and tried his best to save the racing car. Although his other half of the front wing was gone, as long as the racing car can run, there is still a chance.

"Oh my god, it's too dangerous!" Wang Yu's heart had already reached his throat.

"It's okay, it's okay, we can still compete." Weiermin was also relieved.

"Old Wang, stop to repair the car, change a set of front wings, I must win!"

"You, you don't cry when you see the Yellow River. If you listen to me, you won't be so dangerous."

Wang Yu waved and ordered the technicians to prepare, demanding that the repair speed be doubled.

Mo Shu drove his poor car back to the pit lane flickeringly.

The technicians began to work intensely, but Wei Min suddenly spoke to Mo Shu.

"Lynch, you must be careful of Lynch, my people just got another message."

Mo Shu nodded, with a look of "guessing it early", he firmly remembered the speed at which Lynch overtook just now.

"This kid hides his resume. Apart from being a driver, he has another identity." Wei Min quickly said to Mo Shu.

"What identity? Still need to hide it?" Mo Shu sounded very curious.

"Lynch, a North American hacker, wrote his first game at the age of 8, and invented a virus at the age of 11, which paralyzed the entire network in North America, which lasted for more than a minute. Hacked into the North American National Defense Intranet, and was finally sentenced to 13 months in prison at home."

"No, hacker driver? This Lynch is really versatile!" Mo Shu heard of this type of driver for the first time, but Wei Min continued to say seriously.

"Well, the most frightening thing is that while he was writing these programs, he continued to insist on his hobby of racing. At the same age of 8, he first came into contact with karting. Two years later, he won the karting of the North American Junior Cup. The champion, at the age of 15, officially became a driver, and when he turned 18, he immediately obtained a super driver's license, and then stepped onto the stage of super formula, and until today, he was finally met by you."

(End of this chapter)