Extraterrestrial parasite

Dusk gradually fell, and on the coastal road, the "whining" sounds of the engine ebbed and flowed.

"Come on, Yanfeng!"

On the open space for rest, hundreds of young men and women gathered together, drinking wine from cups and cheering.

And right next to this group of men and women who were "dancing with demons", vehicles worth more than one million were emitting rumbling exhaust sounds.

A total of ten cars!

No car is worth less than two million!

Of course, to these men and women at the scene, a vehicle worth two million is nothing. Taking a "broken car" worth two million and modifying it into a vehicle with better performance is truly powerful.

Therefore, none of the vehicles that can be parked here are untouched from the original factory. They are all modified vehicles that have been debugged by experts, and most of them have more than 450 horsepower.

Cheng Yanfeng, who was called to cheer up, waved his hand casually, which immediately attracted even stronger exclamations from the women behind who were stimulated by alcohol.

"Damn, I'm so unhappy!" Sun Ye stood in the crowd and took a big sip of wine unhappily.

"Haha, are you unhappy? Who told you that you are a weakling?"

Feng Yuan dismissed Sun Ye's words.

"Who the hell are you talking about?" Sun Ye looked directly at Feng Yuan with red eyes.

"That's you!"

Feng Yuan was not afraid and said coldly: "Even if you lose to our boss, you actually run back to bring in reinforcements... Do you know what this is? A primary school student can't beat others, so you go home and call your parents like this!"

"you……"

Although Feng Yuan's words were extremely rude, they were also true. Sun Ye was so angry that he vomited blood but couldn't find a reason to refute.

Not long after the last match between Sun Ye and Cheng Yanfeng was unexpectedly blocked, he once again sought out Cheng Yanfeng for a match, but unexpectedly he was defeated miserably.

After being ridiculed sarcastically by the locals for a long time, Sun Ye had no choice but to practice his driving skills for a month and prepare to return to the East China Sea again to wait for revenge.

How can I imagine that when Sun Ye comes back again? He was so angry that he vomited blood.

It turns out that Cheng Yanfeng and the others were tired of motorcycle racing and actually started playing road car racing... If others stopped playing, how could they compete?

Sun Ye still has some confidence in motorcycles, but when it comes to cars... he is really unable to do what he wants. There was no other way. Sun Ye, who was thinking about revenge, gritted his teeth and immediately returned to Guangdong. It took a lot of time and money. I found a wild racing master from Guangdong and came over with his people, threatening to "kick him out".

Faced with Sun Ye's challenging behavior, Cheng Yanfeng did not refuse and agreed casually.

This racing duel between the two generations attracted many people to watch the battle, which resulted in a large number of people at the scene. Young men and women in their twenties drank heavily of alcohol and used the high speed of the racing cars to stimulate their souls.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1..."

"GO!"

With a wave of the flag. The two modified cars suddenly sprinted out, preparing for a night showdown around this thirty-kilometer road.

In terms of car parameters, there is not much difference in performance between the two cars. For the sake of fairness, both parties decided in advance not to use their own modified cars, but to use "fairly modified cars" provided by the middleman. The performance is basically the same. The purpose is to make both parties fair and just, so that the loser will not be angry.

"blow……"

"blow……"

Only about ten seconds. Both cars increased their speed to more than 100 kilometers, and this was not a highway. For a speed of 100 kilometers per hour, it is already quite dangerous. But for two experts who dare to choose this place, they can still control the car under their butts steadily.

"He is indeed a master..."

Cheng Yanfeng had no time to think about it. The arms holding the steering wheel were shaking a little. The car immediately shifted and slid into the left curve, once again suppressing the opponent who wanted to overtake.

"But if you want to overtake my car, you are still a little immature."

With a cold expression on his face, although Cheng Yanfeng had a high opinion of his opponent, it didn't mean that he would be afraid. This is called paying attention to the opponent tactically and despising the enemy strategically.

What's more, he also has a big advantage. This road was one of the previous motorcycle racing venues. He is extremely familiar with this road, which is definitely not comparable to that of the Cantonese.

so……

Cheng Yanfeng sneered. The curve just ahead was called Ghost Wind Slash because the curve was too small when the curve was built. You must drive at a slower speed, otherwise you risk hitting the railing.

Therefore, when most people drive their cars here, they will invariably slow down to avoid hitting the railing without having time to turn the steering wheel due to the excessive speed of the car.

Even if the Cantonese people have traveled this road several times before, how can they understand it so well?

I have been on this road hundreds of times.

so……

Cheng Yanfeng focused his eyes forward, this is the moment!

Slightly stepping on the brakes and turning the steering wheel suddenly, the weight of the entire car immediately shifts towards the front wheels, and the car suddenly drifts out. Not only does it suppress the opponent again, but it can also drift directly into the corner!

Everything works perfectly!

Cheng Yanfeng nodded with satisfaction...wait!

His pupils suddenly shrank and he took a breath. As Cheng Yanfeng's eyes reflected, a Passat, without even turning on the lights, suddenly appeared like a ghost and inserted itself into the side of the drifting car body!

What kind of joke is this?

Damn it, where did this car come from?

Why didn't I even hear the sound?

Oh my god, does this bastard of a driver not want his life? Are you still thinking about dragging yourself to death together?

In the process of drifting and turning, a Passat suddenly appeared and struck straight at me like lightning. It stuck closely to the drifting body of the car and drifted over as if it was possessed.

The distance between the two vehicles is less than ten centimeters!

As long as there is a slight steering error, the Passat will immediately hit Cheng Yanfeng's modified body. The two cars will immediately lose control and crash into the guardrail. In severe cases, they may even roll over and fall into the reef area on the seaside.

Cheng Yanfeng, who had never been afraid before, felt the shadow of death for the second time. His back was soaked with cold sweat. He turned his head and took a look. Through the car window, he found... in the driver's seat opposite. no one!

How can this be?

Are you blinded?

The fear of death stimulated his adrenaline secretion, and living in this situation gave him a strong sense of pleasure. There was no time to think more, time will not slow down due to personal will. At the moment when he wondered if he was dazzled, the Passat suddenly inserted into the car and passed by him. It was already drifting at a smaller angle and passed by. Cheng Yanfeng's modified car.

During the acceleration after turning the corner, Cheng Yanfeng was even more stunned. In just a moment, the Passat suddenly increased to a speed of more than 200 yards per hour. In addition, without turning on the headlights, in the blink of an eye, the Passat was on the highway. The front disappeared without a trace.

"..."

If anyone had told him that a Passat could accelerate so fast before today, he would have kicked that person over.

If before today, anyone had told him that there were still people who could overtake at this angle, he would have never bothered to pay attention to the other person. Anyone who said such a thing would be an idiot.

But……

"Your sister!"

After holding back these few words, Cheng Yanfeng somehow understood that the previous passion had completely dissipated with the appearance and disappearance of the mysterious vehicle.

It can be seen that not only himself, but also his opponent who was one car behind was obviously frightened by the car just now. Let’s not talk about the terrifying technology. Just say that in this dark night, without turning on the lights He dared to sprint forward at a speed of two hundred yards per hour. No one dared to do this even during the day, let alone at night.

In front of such a formidable opponent, the duel between the two was like children playing house, how could the two "masters" still have the energy to duel.

So when we came back from the thirty-kilometer circuit, two cars drove slowly over. The way they drove was even more abiding by the traffic laws than the veteran drivers, which made the young men and women who were whistling and drinking heavily... , also became strangely quiet.

"W-what's going on?"

Sun Ye was shocked.

Feng Yuan on the side was also puzzled. He rubbed the back of his head and said, "Did you get caught by the traffic police? No, no one informed you that the traffic police would come tonight?"

When they saw the car stop, Cheng Yanfeng and the Cantonese came out with pale faces, while Feng Yuan and Sun Ye were even more confused.

This duel between Donghai and Guangdong was completely ended before it really started. Chen Yang, the initiator, had no self-awareness.

Chen Yang, who had passed many cars along the way, saw that the two cars were driving "quite slowly" and passed them impatiently, not caring about the psychological feelings of others.

And the Yayuansi that swallowed up a car on the road seemed to be even more powerful in its ability to transform. Even if Chen Yang thought about it, the car could transform into a machine gun and electromagnetic gun, which was so powerful. Big, it was beyond his expectation.

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"By the way, if it can be transformed into this, then can it..."

While the car was still driving forward, another idea emerged in Chen Yang's heart. The Passat immediately lowered itself from the high speed and began to transform in Chen Yang's thoughts.

"Click..."

The front hood instantly split from both sides, taking the center as a line, and flipped 180 degrees.

The roof and trunk of the car also deformed and rotated one after another. The sound of metal friction was accompanied by violent sparks. Gears and bearings were ruthlessly broken or joined together. In just a matter of ten seconds, Passat's image has undergone a huge change. (To be continued ~^~)