C91 Speed and Passion
C91 Speed and Passion
Leaping forward!
Within two seconds, the two cars could see the difference in performance. While the S600 was still hovering around the 180-mile mark, Eija had already broken through the 200-mile mark.
Seated in the front passenger seat, Yuan Fei could only see the tail lights of the lotus and said anxiously, "Big brother, you better not lose! If you lose, I'm done for! I haven't even been in college for half a year, and there are still three and a half years waiting for me! "Besides, if my family finds out that I quit school, my father will beat me to death …"
"Shut up!" Ye Feng said fiercely. Having been shouted at by him, Yuan Fei's neck shrunk back and he became silent.
A small mistake could lead to irreparable consequences. No matter how awesome a driver was, sitting next to a chatterbox, even if they won't win the race, if it was more serious, the car could still be destroyed.
Very quickly, Ye Feng drove the Mercedes-Benz onto the mountain road. As it continued to accelerate, the car also reached its maximum speed — — 250 miles.
In this respect, the S600 is too much of a loser compared to Eija, which has a maximum speed of 430 miles, or nearly a third of the speed of sound, so it is impossible for the S600 to be Eija's opponent on a straight track.
But even so, Ye Feng still had the confidence to win this race, because winning or losing didn't just depend on who was faster, but more on who was more precise and who had more courage.
For example, if Ye Feng had dared to maintain his maximum speed on the winding road, Chen Jian might not have dared to do so.
That was 430 miles. At this speed, even if you were on a straight runway, a single stone would cause a car accident, let alone a curve.
At this speed, no one would be able to survive a car accident.
While he was thinking about how to win, Ye Feng arrived at the first bend. It was a very fast turn, almost at a right angle. If he rushed forward at his current speed, he would not make it back in time and would rush down the mountain, leaving his car in ruins.
However, Ye Feng didn't show any intention of slowing down, and just ran towards the corner in a daze!
Yuan Fei's eyes grew long and his hair stood on end. His lips turned white as he said, "Big Brother, Big Brother …"
"Shut up!" Ye Feng yelled, his eyes were staring straight ahead at the bend, trying to calculate the time for his reaction.
By careful observation, he judged that he had less than 0.3 seconds to turn the steering wheel and pull the handbrake. If he was too late, he would break through the fence and fall down the hill; if he was too late, the car would lose control and crash into the mountain wall.
However, even with such a high difficulty, he did not plan to slow down!
He did not boast about it. Back in the capital, at Yan Lu Mountain, the mountain was even more dangerous and the roads even more tortuous than this. However, as long as Ye Feng got on the track, he had never lost a single match!
There was no other reason but his courage. No matter how bad the situation was, he would never slow down. And the so-called "the skilled are bold," the courage to drive like this came from a technique that was precise to the point of being hairless.
At this moment, Ye Feng was counting in his heart: 3... 2... 1...
At the count of '0', he jerked the steering wheel to the left, and at the same time pulled the handbrake with incredible dexterity.
Yuan Fei was already so scared that he tightly closed his eyes. He thought that he was doomed, and in his heart, he started to respect God, Tathagata, Allah, Jade Emperor and the Yuan Family's ancestor … All those who could pray.
Suddenly, a series of squeaking sounds could be heard. It was the sound of a tire scraping against the ground.
Ye Feng actually used the maximum speed of this S600 at 250 mph to drift past this dangerous bend!
Opening his eyes, Yuan Fei found it hard to believe. What just happened?
I'm fine?
The car didn't fall?
He came safely?
Err … It seemed like he had come over.
However, as soon as he came out of the shock, he felt a wave of dizziness and nausea. There was no helping it, the car was shaking too much just now, the huge centrifugal force almost threw his internal organs to the side. Not many people could withstand this kind of violent shaking, unless it was Ye Feng, who used to be in contact with racing cars.
It seemed like he was not unfamiliar with the technology. Only he could fully feel how dangerous the turn had been, even if he had made a 0.1 second error, even if he had stepped on the accelerator hard enough, and even if he had made a slight mistake in the angle of the steering wheel, it was all the result of his car being destroyed.
"He's going to puke into a bag!" Ye Feng noticed that Yuan Fei was retching and hurriedly warned him.
What a joke, puke was deadly in a speeding car. The key was to spray the air on the glass, which would easily obstruct the rider's view. If that happened, the consequences would be dire.
Yuan Fei was also more obedient. He obediently took the bag and put it in front of his mouth. He vomited a few times and was stunned, unable to vomit.
At this point, Ye Feng noticed that he could already see the rear end of the Evija car in front of him, which meant that he had used a turn to close the distance between the two cars.
That's right, this was Ye Feng's way of winning.
There were bound to be many twists and turns on the path. As long as the opponent didn't overtake him at full speed, there would be a chance to surpass him.
But no rush. There were still a lot of quick bends after this. He could slowly stimulate his opponent. It didn't matter if Chen Jian was scared or anxious. As long as he lost his balance, he would win the match.
"… …"
The spectators at the foot of the mountain were also paying close attention to the match as the two cars sped along the mountain road.
A few rich second generation members, who were in charge of monitoring the competition, used remote control to transmit the video back to the screen through the aerial camera and displayed it on a laptop.
The group of people stopped around the computer and watched. When they saw Ye Feng drive a Mercedes-Benz past the corner, they all took in a breath of cold air.
"This fellow, he sure is bold …"
"What kind of special effect is this?!"
A beauty exclaimed, "What's his name? What's the phone number? I want all his information! I want it now! "
Another beauty came over from the side and pushed the beauty to the side. With a haughty expression, she said, "I'm sorry, but I was the one who took a fancy to it. Little Rui, investigate this Mercedes-Benz guy. I want his contact details within 5 minutes! "
It was very lively on one side and not cold on the other. On another computer, the situation of Chen Jian Weija was being played.
A subordinate of Chen Jian wiped his sweat as he looked at the screen and said, "If this goes on, brother Chen will lose!"
"Don't talk nonsense, Brother Chen is from Eija, there's no reason for him to lose to a S600"
"That's what I said, but there are too many twists and turns on this mountain road. Brother Chen must slow down when you find one. If you do that, your opponent will catch up to you sooner or later …"
The situation was just as what his little brother had said. After three bends, Ye Feng had already tightly held onto Chen Jian. The two of them were one in front, one behind. The distance between them was less than 50 meters.
Inside the Eija, Chen Jian was burning with anxiety, but no matter what, he did not dare to be too excessive like Ye Feng.
Although he had a reason to win this match, he couldn't risk his life!