Leisure male god

Chapter 95
Yanjing City, Fengtai District, Outer Ring Road.

Under the traffic sign, a gust of night wind howled, and two motorcycles galloped.

The speed of the Harley v-rod is obviously not as fast as the Kawasaki z900, but it is not out of reach.

Because of Ling Gan's top motorcycle professional status, he didn't have a long distance.

The speed of both motorcycles was maintained at around 130 kilometers per hour.

Ling Gan didn't want to surpass Heman, but just wanted to keep the distance from being furthered, reminding Heman all the time.

On the wide and straight road, Herman speeded up again.

Ling Gan frowned, and followed closely again.

woohoo~
"Damn, this Harley is so clumsy"

The Harley motorcycle under his crotch made a thunderous engine sound, and Ling Qian twisted the handlebar vigorously, and the speed increased again.

It is impossible for a master of technology to use a very stretchy car to win a professional player who rides a motorcycle with excellent performance.

Simply the performance of this Harley v-rod is also considered to be the best in Harley.

Herman, including the people in tonight's team, are just amateurs and can't play in amateurs.

"You can get closer!"

With a low drink, Ling Qian lowered his body.

This is a turning point, and it is an excellent time to close the distance.

Ordinary drivers will use the safest method when turning because of the risk.

But with top-level technology, I can naturally minimize the risk, and a thought flashed in my mind.

Ling Gan, who was wearing a pitch-black helmet, finally narrowed the distance to Herman so that Heman could notice him.

If you don't open the special glass cover of the helmet, the other party can't hear you.

And now at the speed of this drag racing, if you dare to open it casually, it is tantamount to courting death.

Herman, who was riding the Dark Night Kawasaki Z900, noticed the people who kept getting closer to him.

I thought it was a team player catching up behind, but saw the familiar Harley motorcycle and figure through the helmet.

Ling Gan caught up, and the speed was very fast.

It turns out that Ling Gan really knows how to drive a motorcycle, and his skills seem to be pretty good.

Putting away the thoughts in his heart, Herman still did not slow down, but twisted the handlebar instead, and the speed of the dark night Kawasaki Z900 soared again.

She is chasing the person in front, and she may not get the first one.

But it must be in front of Zeng Ziyi, the black wild boar.

On wide and straight avenues, technology cannot compete with performance.

In just a split second, Ling Gan, who had just gotten close to Heman, was opened up a lot.

"Hermann!"

Ling Gan roared subconsciously, but his voice was completely wiped out by the howling wind.

Even with the skills of a top motorcyclist, at this speed, Ling Gan still feels the danger.

It's like a spring that is always tense, with a high degree of concentration, and it may exceed the limit at any time and collapse immediately.

I felt it myself, it was impossible for Herman not to feel it.

But Herman's speed didn't slow down at all, instead, he maintained an upward speed of 130 per kilometer.

"Damn competitive!"

Ling Gan cursed angrily.

As long as you are human, you will have a competitive heart, and Herman's competitive heart is obviously far beyond his imagination.

For Herman, who was usually serious and depressed in class, his opinion changed instantly.

Does this mixed-race girl usually hold back all the time, so she has to rely on drag racing to vent her emotions?

The sharp increase in the speed of drag racing can temporarily forget those troubles.

Reminiscent of the psychotropic drugs he saw at Herman's home tonight, it made Qian's heart smudged with a deep layer of worry.

This is not a professional track, this group of joking teams don't know the danger of wild cars at all!

Thinking of this in his heart, Ling Qian didn't slow down at all, but kept following Herman closely.

"No accident, absolutely no accident"

Ling Gan has neither the mind nor the time to care about other people's life and death, but Heman is different, this is the person he likes.

Maomao and your public welfare undertakings are still waiting for Heman to do it.

On the other hand, Ling Gan didn't want anything to happen to this girl who couldn't cry and could only vent her emotions by cutting onions.

Don't let the good things wither.

woohoo~
It was time to turn again, and Ling Gan was about to concentrate and prepare to close the distance again.

Suddenly there was a loud roar of engines behind him.

"Sabbie! What a fucking nuisance!"

Couldn't hold back a swear word.

Ling Gan knew that Zeng Ziyi and Zhang Jun's Harley motorcycle team was behind him.

He and Herman still have a little sense of danger, and have always controlled the speed within their controllable range.

But people like Zeng Ziyi and Zhang Jun simply don't know what to do.

The five Harley v-ords were catching up at a speed of 150 per kilometer.

The target is obviously yourself.

"Want to fuck your father? Don't know how to live or die!"

A stern look appeared on his face, Ling Gan gritted his teeth and twisted the handlebar.

After using the state of a top motorcycle professional player, Ling Gan also knows his current strength.

On a non-professional track, at a speed of about 130 per hour, I can handle it with ease.

The reason why he didn't speed up to catch up with Herman just now was because there was no need to overtake Herman.

Letting Herman know that he has been following is just to remind Herman to be rational and not to get on top.

Now it seems that the effect is good, at least Herman's speed has not increased, the speed is about 140 per hour.

But as soon as he felt the situation eased a bit, Zeng Ziyi and Zhang Jun and his group caught up.

"We need to distance ourselves"

Whispering, the distance between Ling Gan and Herman suddenly shortened.

Before, it was just that he didn't want to surpass Heman, if he wanted to surpass, it was just a matter of minutes.

Of course, as long as the speed goes up, there will be risks.

Zeng Ziyi and Zhang Jun's gang of wild wolves were chasing him, so they must not slow down at this time.

At the current speed, motorcycles absolutely cannot parallel each other, and the danger will be greatly increased.

If you are caught up and then block the way in front of you, or block the two sides, something will definitely happen!
Even this wide and straight avenue can allow four motorcycles to run side by side at the same time.

But whether it is a car or a motorcycle, when it reaches a certain speed, it is not just a piece of steel, but a sharp knife.

Even if you touch it a little, it will cause big problems!

There was Herman in front, and I wanted to remind Herman to keep his head down.

Behind is a pack of wolves that are bothering them.

The difficulty of this matter has far exceeded my imagination.

This group of people definitely wanted to catch up with themselves, and then a few motorcycles disrupted their rhythm, causing accidents to happen.

It's not that Ling Gan is afraid of being caught up and disrupting the rhythm. At this speed, with the state of a top professional motorcycle rider, he can use his skills to avoid the edge.

However, as long as his speed increases, if Heman notices that Zeng Ziyi and his gang are catching up, will he also speed up?

Things are much trickier than I imagined!
Just in Ling Gan's mind, he wondered whether he should surpass Heman and exclude Heman from the danger zone.

The originally wide and straight avenue suddenly changed, and there was a series of curves in front of it.

A series of curves, the speed must be reduced to maintain the stability of the motorcycle.

"Why not this time!"

The speed of the Harley V-Rod gradually decreased, preparing to turn, feeling restless.

Lu~!

There was a sudden noise in front of him.

The dark night Kawasaki Z900 under Herman's crotch moved abnormally, and the body began to shake from side to side.

And Herman obviously panicked, and first wanted to slow down the speed.

Fortunately, I just saw that there is a curve ahead, and the speed has dropped below [-] per hour.

But because of inertia, the speed of the car cannot be reduced for a short time.

If the performance of the Kawasaki z900 is normal, Herman has cornering experience at this speed.

but now!
Cha~!

The body of the Kawasaki Z900 was tilted, and Herman obviously couldn't control this steel beast anymore. The body swayed from side to side.

At this critical moment of danger, Herman still maintained what was left of his sanity.

"How to do how to do."

The voice in my heart kept repeating.

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Ling Gan's mind.

There is the idea of ​​maintaining speed and turning directly.

There is drift friction, the thought of stopping before entering a corner.

Some thoughts, these are undoubtedly the thoughts to ensure their absolute safety.

In the end, it was the idea of ​​saving Herman no matter what!

woohoo~
Behind him, Zeng Ziyi and Zhang Jun's immeasurable Harley motorcycles were chasing after him, making Gan Gan's face full of hostility.

Violence with violence!

First, he slowed down, and then he was deliberately overtaken by four Harley motorcycles except Zeng Ziyi.

There are two cars on the left and right sides, running parallel at a speed of about one hundred per kilometer.

At the moment when the motorcycles on the left and right were approaching him, at the very moment of the moment, he twisted the handlebar in an instant, lowered his body and rushed straight.

A black tiger that merged into the night pierced out and surrounded it!
After the car body swayed wildly for a while, Ling Qian tightly controlled the car body.

The skills of the top professional motorcycle riders are fully released under the nerves of Linggan and the instinctive muscle reaction of the body.

But the four rookies behind him, including Zhang Jun, were directly disrupted by Ling Gan's operation.

You can only twist the body as much as possible, or apply the brakes suddenly, and when the speed drops to [-] per kilometer, you will eventually lose control.

A motorcycle lost control of its speed and was hit by three other motorcycles. It kept spinning like a violent spinning top.

"stop!"

"Grass! Don't hit it!"

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Bang!Bang!Bang!
Through the motorcycle helmet, the four motorcycles behind him hit both sides of the road at the same time. The three motorcycles were lucky and hit the roadblocks on both sides.

Just turn off the flame, and the three of them, including Zhang Jun, twitched and couldn't stand up.

And the motorcycle that was hit by the three motorcycles spun and hit the roadblock without slowing down. The driver was hit by the roadblock and flew to the ground. With a bang, the Harley motorcycle rolled over the roadblock.

A pool of black and red blood.

Zeng Ziyi escaped this disaster and braked until he could only see Ling Gan's car.

I only saw Zhang Jun and the three of them collapsed on the ground, as well as the driver who had died.

With his eyes wide open to suppress the fear in his heart, he glanced at Ling Gan's galloping figure again, and dialed the hospital number.

And Ling Gan was riding a Harley v-rod, catching up with Herman who had entered the corner.

The speed of the dark night Kawasaki z900 under Herman's crotch has dropped to fifty or sixty per hour, but it can no longer be reduced.

Soon there was another bend ahead.

And Herman couldn't control the body anymore, he seemed to give up struggling, and let the body hit the roadblock.

"I'll play motorcycles with you from now on, I'm a dog!"

growl.

An operation that was basically impossible flashed in his mind, and the idea of ​​saving people overwhelmed his reason.

He pushed forward without hesitation.

Under the motorcycle helmet, Herman, who was originally ashen, could only cut onions and tears welled up in his eyes.

She saw Ling Qian.

(End of this chapter)