Slag Gong Revenge Plan [Rebirth]

Chapter 90

"Mr. Shen! Our brakes failed—!"

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People were already uncomfortable when riding in the car, and Shen Zhuo had been in poor health for a while, and now he had a headache, so that he didn't even react when he heard Tang's words.

"brake?"

Shen Zhuo read these words out of his mouth, and he was stunned for a few seconds before he realized it. He grabbed the armrest on the rear seat and straightened up, his voice sank suddenly, "You said the brakes failed?"

Tang was young after all, about the same age as Xu Yi. Although he got his driver's license early, he had never encountered such a situation.

The moment he stepped on the air brake, panic and confusion were written on his face, and he frantically adjusted the gear and steering wheel, trying to slow down the car.

But it's useless.

This section of the expressway is extremely flat, and there are not many people abroad, so there are few vehicles traveling on rainy days.

Don had increased the speed before that.

Tang suddenly panicked. After shifting the parking space into first gear, the speed of the car still didn't change. He immediately glanced at the street sign on the side of the road, and said with ashen face: "Mr. Shen! This section is all downhill!"

— We can't stop.

The second half of Tang's unfinished sentence seemed to be bitten into the mouthpiece by him, but Shen Zhuo understood it almost immediately.

He glanced forward from the backseat and, thanks to his good eyesight, the dial was stuck on the ninety-mile column.

At this speed, rainy days can be said to be very desperate.

Shen Zhuo felt that he should actually say something, but he didn't know what to say.

The car was still advancing evenly at the same speed just now, looking at the guardrails flashing past the window, the air inside the car was almost stagnant, like the calm before death.

"Is there roadside assistance ahead?"

Shen Zhuo leaned himself against the back of the car again, and said softly, "Forget it, the warning lights are on. I'll call the fire department. Hold the steering wheel. If we can't do it, we'll jump out of the car."

"Mr. Shen...Okay, okay...I will determine the direction, the direction." Tang's face was paler than paper, he bit his lip and nodded, his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly speak.

Shen Zhuo looked up at him, his hands on the steering wheel trembled so much that he almost couldn't grasp it.

"What are you panicking about!"

Shen Zhuo finally turned his face cold. This was the first time in his own memory that he spoke to someone so rudely. He said in a cold voice, "When you encounter this kind of thing, you will be like this. If you step on the accelerator by mistake, we will explain everything to you. here!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry Mr. Shen!" Tang gripped the steering wheel, apologizing timidly.

"Get out of the car without checking, you should really be sorry for me."

The headache didn't ease in any way because of the sudden danger, Shen Zhuo rubbed his temples to relieve the pain, and at the same time opened the lock screen and dialed the phone.

The person who answered the phone was a foreigner with a strong accent. He turned on the hands-free, leaned the phone closer to Tang, and said to Tang who was sitting in front, "Hold the direction, then open your mouth, and tell the coordinates loudly, the brake failure. Speak up."

Tang trembled in fright at the voice like Shen Zhuobing, and spoke a series of English, crackling like pouring beans.

Immediately after listening to the other end of the phone, he also responded with a long list of English, and finally said "Please wait" and hung up.

Shen Zhuo frowned and threw the phone on the seat: "What did you say?"

"Confirmed the coordinates and location, said, said to send the commissioner here immediately, let us wait!"

Tang heaved a sigh of relief, and his face looked better. He lifted one hand from the steering wheel and wiped the sweat that suddenly appeared on his head, "It scared me to death. I have been driving this car for a long time. The brakes would fail."

Tang glanced at Shen Zhuo who was sitting in the back row through the rearview mirror in the car. He was still leaning on the back of the car, looking very indifferent, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Mr. Shen, your reaction is really fast. There are not too many turns in this section of the road, and we can still hold on—"

"You said you drove this car all the time?" Shen Zhuo didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence, and interrupted him hastily, "How long have you used this car?"

Probably just after recovering from the death line, Tang's head was still a little short-circuited, and when he heard Shen Zhuo's words, he subconsciously replied: "He gave it to me when he returned to China... not long ago."

Shen Zhuo frowned: "Who is he!"

"Huh? He—"

Tang closed his mouth as if he had been knocked awake suddenly, and even his face changed from the relaxed expression just now to stiff again. He faltered for a while but didn't utter a word, "He—"

Shen Zhuo's mind was extremely clear, he squinted his eyes, straightened his body slightly and leaned forward, and said in a low voice: "He is the one who adopted you, or in other words, he was the one who called during dinner just now. man, is it?"

Tang's face was pale, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Looking at the road ahead, he subconsciously reached out to support the steering wheel, only to find that the feeling of the steering wheel was the same as the feeling of braking just now.

——It was the kind of void where the connecting wire was suddenly lost.

Tang froze, and slammed the steering wheel as if he had collapsed.

Killing the steering wheel instantly at high speed, except for emergency avoidance or car accidents, no one else will do it.

Shen Zhuo was sitting right behind him, obviously also saw his movements.

A chilly air rose from bottom to top, making Shen Zhuo feel that the temperature in the car with the air conditioner turned on was even colder than the heavy rain outside the window.

"what happened?"

Tang let go of his hand, and the steering wheel after losing control remained completely silent, motionless.

Like a demon waiting to die.

Tang laughed miserably, and his voice sounded like he was crying: "Mr. Shen, the steering wheel can't turn."

He lay on the steering wheel, covered his face with his hands, and said in an extremely fragile posture, "There are curves ahead... Sorry, maybe we are really going to die here today..."

The author has something to say: Su Zhaza: Come to me if you agreed? ? ? ?

Author Bacteria: Didn't you let your car follow behind? .

Su Zhaza: Shouldn't I let Su Ge be strangled first? ? ?

Shen Zhuo: Get lost.