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It was only after Song Yu drove on the road that he began to regret choosing this small broken car that no one would accept as a free gift. He is also a young and promising young man. This kind of car does not fit his temperament. Hands of dust.

Song Yu frowned and rolled down the car window, and took a deep breath, so as not to be choked to death by the pickled musty smell in the car.

He turned on the air conditioner in the car, and as expected, a layer of white mist floated in the air. It seemed that the air conditioner was also loaded.

The weather was quite cold, so Song Yu turned off the air conditioner and continued to drive expressionlessly. The cold wind blew into the car and made his face hurt, but Song Yu never rolled up the windows.

After coming out of the urban area of ​​Yangcheng, it was difficult to judge the area. He wiped the windshield again with the wiper of the front windshield, and the vision of the people he could see was still a large area of ​​gray.

There is no car navigation, and Song Yu uses his mobile phone to navigate.

The suburbs have begun to be refurbished, and the floor that was not paved with concrete roads has been bumped and uneven by the back and forth loading trucks.

The small broken car can drive 120 yards of flying dust on it. Song Yu closed the windows of the car tightly, and occasionally passed a few scattered dead trees, which made such a large piece of land feel infinitely sad.

Song Yu continued to drive in according to the navigation, and at the same time, his doubts intensified—how could Xie Junyi choose such a place?

Not to mention that it was impossible for Xie Junyi to choose this place, even he himself was unwilling to press the wheels of the cart on this cold and cracked land.

As the car drove in, the surrounding area became more desolate, and the distant mountains were covered with gray smog.

Something must have gone wrong.

A bad thought came to his mind...

Song Yu parked the car under a dead tree, took his mobile phone over to call Xie Junyi, but it took him a long time to realize that there was no signal at all!

His hair, which was a little disheveled by the wind, was tucked behind his head, hooked the car door with one index finger and gently pulled it open, and wiped every crevice of his hands with a cotton handkerchief in disgust.

Song Yu stepped on the dry and cracked yellow mud, not daring to stand next to Santana, who was already covered in yellow mud, and walked a few steps forward with her mobile phone in hand.

The four small pillars that had been off all the time finally flickered and the last small one lit up, and his call was finally dialed.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable..."

Song Yu's heart sank, and after hanging up the phone, he called again, but the still emotionless mechanical female voice responded to him.

"What the hell is this Xie Junyi doing..."

Song Yu murmured and wanted to call again, but there was the dull sound of vehicles driving in the distance——

The closer the sound got, Song Yu could hear something was wrong.

It's a sports car!You-yu-xi-du-jia-organize-organize, more-more-fine-color-respect-please-close-note.

How could there be a convoy in such a secluded and closed place, including expensive sports cars.

Song Yu immediately rang the alarm, threw the phone into his pocket without saying a word, and got into the car quickly, ignoring the dust on the handle of Santana's car.

The car is old and has not been guaranteed, and the dust is blowing up in the uneven muddy ground.

But there was no way for him to retreat, Song Yu could only squint his eyes and look for the most likely driving route to detour on the main road.

But the convoy behind seemed to be calm and followed not far behind.

Song Yu's palms holding the steering wheel were sweating at some point.

Could it be that Xie Junyi was joking?

Song Yu killed this idea as soon as it appeared.

With his personality, he would not make such jokes out of proportion, let alone come to such a place.

But if it is Ming Yue, he does not have such economic strength, and there is no need to do so.

But soon, Song Yu didn't have the mind to think about these issues anymore, because the convoy behind him began to spread out, speeding up visibly with the naked eye.

It seems to be trying to guide him in a certain direction...

Song Yu stepped on the gas pedal, trying to break out from among them, but the other party was equipped with a professional sports car, and the sound of the excellent engine was enough to slap him in the face.

Quickly rushed up and surrounded his dusty Santana, forcing him to go straight ahead.

It was obvious that there was something waiting for Song Yu to pass by in that direction, but he didn't want to, so he simply turned the front of the car and planned to hit the car on the left.

The impact of the sudden turn at high speed was terrifying enough. The sports car on the left obviously didn't expect Song Yu to crash into him.

He turned the steering wheel in a panic to avoid it, and the screeching brakes creaked.

Song Yu chuckled, stepped on the accelerator hard, and drove the car out of the empty corner on the left.

But a distinctive silver-gray sports car rushed up, seemingly not afraid of Song Yu's collision at all, pressing over forcefully——

Song Yu frowned, and the route she just deviated from was corrected again.

He wanted to see clearly the person sitting in the silver-gray driver's seat, but the black windows blocked his view, and he found nothing.

But what is certain is that this person must have a bad relationship with him, and it can be seen from his ignorance of coercion that he doesn't care about his life or death at all.

Song Yu took a deep breath and turned his attention to the road again. After this chase, the road has turned from the cracked dirt road to the mountain road.

Even Song Yu, who grew up in Yangcheng, couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north.

And the group of cars beside him didn't make any other movements, just driving silently as if they were just following behind. If it wasn't for the fact that these people didn't know each other, Song Yu's vigilance would have begun to relax.

After going around in a big circle, Song Yu was a little surprised, why did he come back here?