I tinkered with cars and built a super military industry

Yang Biao drove his classic car and ran all the way towards Fengquan Mountain.

During this period, I met a few young people who had no eyesight.

Seeing that Yang Biao's classic car is an outdated antique car, he can't help but laugh at it.

But when Yang Biao turned his head and glanced at the young people, they were all so frightened that they shut up quickly.

Yang Biao's gangster aura was something that these young people couldn't afford to offend.

I saw those young people who were so scared that they were like turtles.

Yang Biao directly stepped on the accelerator so that the other party couldn't even see the taillights.

At the foot of Fengquan Mountain, seven Audi S3s are announcing the rules of mountain running.

"Today our S3 team will compete to see who can climb the mountain in the shortest time!"

"The one who goes up the mountain the slowest will be responsible for today's party expenses."

"Do you have any objections?"

"I have an objection. My driving skills are terrible. If I follow you on a mountain run, won't I be taken advantage of?"

"Yes, yes! This thing cannot be treated equally."

"Or send two cars and the rest will stand in line."

"It doesn't matter who wins."

"Those who lose, including those who stood in line and lost, will pay equally."

After everyone decided, they sent out two S3s, one white and one black.

The car enthusiast who drives two S3s also has a certain reputation in the circle.

After the decision was made, the remaining five S3s were guarded at the main intersection of Fengquan Mountain.

The remaining S3, one black and one white, ejected directly and rushed towards Fengquan Mountain.

The sound of tires scraping against the ground echoed on the mountain road.

and the sound of air intake pressure releasing.

The real-time situation of the five main bends on Fengquan Mountain came from the intercom.

"Turn [-], normal!"

"Turn [-], normal!"

"Turn [-], normal!"

"Turn [-], normal!"

"Turn [-], right..."

"There is a situation at Turn [-]. Both cars in the race should pay attention."

"At the foot of Fengquan Mountain, a classic car is running down the mountain."

"He's very fast. It looks like he was running a mountain test."

"No. [-], No. [-], I am No. [-], please make it clear."

"What kind of classic car is running uphill? Is it an old-age scooter?"

"No. [-], No. [-], I'm No. [-]. It's not an old scooter. It looks like it's from the [-]s."

"No. [-], No. [-], I am No. [-], a car from the [-]s is running uphill. Do you think I believe you?"

"Yes, No. [-], even if what you say is true."

"It's impossible for a car from the [-]s to go very fast!"

"I agree, the cars of the [-]s should still be steam engines!"

"Wrong. Cars in the [-]s were just the beginning of the internal combustion engine, and they still used carburetors."

"Since it has a carburetor, how fast can that classic car go?"

"Eighty yards max!"

"No. [-], No. [-], stop talking nonsense."

Hearing everyone talking on the intercom about how they didn't understand cars, No. [-] stopped talking.

Not long after, Yang Biao drove his classic car through turn one.

Looking at the old car passing by at Turn [-], his face turned a little pale because of surprise.

Because according to his visual estimation, the speed of this classic car passing through Turn [-] was at least about [-] yards.

But even if he believed it, other riders on the corners wouldn’t believe it either.

Simply too lazy to say anything.

......

On the mountain road, Yang Biao drove his classic car faster and faster.

He has run this car in mountains before, and its performance in mountain running was average.

And before the change, I always felt that the engine was powerful, but couldn't use it.

It feels like having a bunch of money in front of you, but you only have two hands.

Even if you grab the money into a lump, you can only grab so much.

But now that the car in Yang Biao's hands has been modified, the engine is like a scourge.

Although it is just a 2.0 naturally aspirated car.

But Yang Biao, known as the number one gangster in Jiangcheng, didn't have the guts to step on the accelerator to the end.

Even on the straight road, Yang Biao never stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

This converted classic car looks like a cheetah ready to catch its prey.

As soon as prey appears, it will rush out without hesitation.

Even Yang Biao would take it easy, for fear that it would get out of control!

......

The two S3s competing in Fengquan Mountain were being followed and photographed by drones throughout the race.

A driver who flies a drone said:

"Now two S3s are chasing each other wildly on the mountain road."

"The black S3 is currently ranked first."

“But it’s only ranked first temporarily.”

"The white S3 behind is frantically looking for opportunities to overtake."

"You can see it from the drone footage."

"The white S3 almost kissed the butt of the S3 in front of it several times."

"The black S3 looks like it has eyes on its butt."

"Every time when the white S3 was about to approach me, the black S3 would kick the accelerator and throw away the car behind me."

"The white S3 is like candy, sticking to the car in front. No one wants to admit defeat."

However, just as the riders were explaining enthusiastically, there was an urgent sound from the intercom.

"A classic car appears at the second turn. He is very fast. Please pay attention at the back turns."

"No. [-], is the classic car you're talking about the one No. [-] just mentioned?"

"I don't know. I just know that this classic car looks like a car from the [-]s."

"No need to panic No. [-], it's just a classic car from the [-]s."

"Yes, there is no need to panic, our S3 will throw it so hard that you can't even see the taillights."

However, while everyone was laughing and joking there, there was an exclamation from Turn [-].

"Dear car friends, I am at Turn [-], and the classic car is almost here."

"Its speed is very fast, and visual inspection guarantees it can reach hundreds of yards."

"Maybe not realistically."

hum!

A strong wind swept through.

"Come on, come on, the classic car just rushed past me at Turn [-]."

"I visually measured its cornering speed, which is at least about [-] yards."

"Number three, number three, you read that right!"

"Yes, No. [-], one hundred and twenty yards through the corner. Is this car still a classic car?"

"If it was really a classic car, the wheels would fly off, so fast!"

"Maybe it's pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger."

"It's covered in a shell from the [-]s, but it's equipped with the most advanced engine on the market today."

The moment everyone finished speaking, the rider flying the drone spoke.

"Everyone, the classic car you mentioned is now within the scope of the drone's lens."

"Its speed, observed through the drone lens, shows that it is about [-] to [-] yards."

"It's about thirty to forty yards faster than the two S3s we use for mountain running."

The riders were not happy to hear this.

"Why is this classic car faster than our S3?"

"When a classic car can run up a hill for [-] yards, I feel like I'm in a dream."

"I wouldn't believe it even if you beat him to death. The drone must have malfunctioned and the data was reported blindly."

"How is it possible that a classic car can run up a hill for [-] yards? Even if you call Einstein here, he won't believe it."

"Einstein has something to do with cars!"

"That's right, brother, you're crying at the wrong grave! You should be calling Karl this time!"

"Brothers, stop arguing."

"The classic car is approaching our two S3s running up the mountain!"