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The Magotan lost control at 180 mph.

What does this mean?

This means that even if the car deviates slightly by half a parking space, the entire vehicle will be instantly crushed by the concrete guardrail like a soda can.

The strong wind rushed in through the windshield, which had a large hole in it.

It felt like countless knives were scraping wildly inside the train carriage.

Zhao Ming had completely lost consciousness and was slumped in his seat, his face covered in blood.

The arm, slashed and bloodied, hung limply at his sides.

The most dangerous thing was that his right foot, which was wearing a police leather shoe, was still pressed firmly on the accelerator pedal and had not been released at all.

Gu Tingchen gripped the steering wheel tightly with his left hand in the passenger seat, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

The Magotan left a horrific S-shaped mark on the road, its tires screeching wildly against the asphalt, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

"Come and take the steering wheel!"

Gu Tingchen's eyes were red as he roared at the back row.

Song Qianxia was still sprawled on the back leather seat, her excuse of "taking the driving test three times" still fresh in her mind.

The front of the car was already hurtling towards the reinforced concrete guardrail on the right.

The distance is less than fifty meters.

At most one second, everyone on the bus will die here.

Screw driving test part 2.

Screw the loser/loser persona!

At this moment, Qianmian's survival instinct completely overwhelmed Song Qianxia's rationality.

Faced with death, the underworld's number one legend will never sit idly by!

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Song Qianxia squeezed through the gap between the two back seats.

He lunged at the center console.

He reached out his left hand and yanked the handbrake shut!

At the same time, his right foot was placed directly under the driver's seat.

With incredible force, he kicked Zhao Ming's foot off the accelerator.

Then he slammed his toes hard on the brake pedal!

"Bang!"

The rear wheels of the Magotan locked up instantly, letting out a terrible scream.

The rear of the car swung out due to the enormous inertia.

The car veered sideways on the highway, skidding wildly along the concrete guardrail on the right.

The steel car body and the guardrail rubbed violently together, leaving a dazzling trail of sparks that stretched for more than ten meters!

The screeching sound was so loud it almost pierced one's eardrums.

Song Qianxia felt like her internal organs were about to shift from place after being thrown around.

But he still held on tightly to the center console, his left hand quickly switching between the handbrake and the gear lever.

By utilizing the resistance of the vehicle's lateral sliding motion, the forward momentum of the vehicle was forcibly neutralized.

Three seconds later.

The Magotan miraculously came to a stop amidst a thick cloud of white smoke.

The front of the car was less than half a meter away from the lamppost ahead.

A plume of burnt black smoke billowed from under the hood.

The car was deathly silent, with only the howling wind outside.

Gu Tingchen was panting heavily, cold sweat dripping down his jawline.

He turned his head and looked at Song Qianxia, ​​who was still half-hanging on the center console.

The series of rapid and violent rescue maneuvers just now.

That's something no normal person could do.

This requires an abnormally high level of computational ability to calculate vehicle weight, speed, and center of gravity shift.

"Are you alright?" Gu Tingchen's voice was hoarse.

Song Qianxia slowly shrank back into the back seat and rubbed her bruised shoulder.

He swallowed hard, and the fierce look in his eyes vanished completely.

Instead, it had the expression of a weak, frightened little rabbit.

"You scared me to death, Captain Gu... I was just stepping randomly, I thought we were going to see Grandma!"

Song Qianxia was almost in tears, patting her chest and panting heavily.

"Thank goodness the car is sturdy! Thank God, it's a miracle!"

Gu Tingchen ignored her nonsense.

Immediately unbuckle your seatbelt, open the car door, and walk around to the driver's seat.

He yanked open the car door, unbuckled Zhao Ming's seatbelt, and dragged the blood-covered Zhao Ming out.

"You, go to the driver's seat." Gu Tingchen settled Zhao Ming in the back seat and quickly performed a simple bandage.

He raised his head and stared intently at Song Qianxia.

Song Qianxia shook her head like a rattle drum.

"I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't even find the clutch."

"This is an automatic transmission, there's no clutch!" Gu Tingchen said coldly.

"That won't work either. I don't have a driver's license. Driving without a license will result in fifteen days of detention!"

Song Qianxia clung tightly to the door frame, resolutely refusing to do it.

"The GTR has gone too far."

Gu Tingchen tightly bound Zhao Ming's arm to stop the bleeding.

He raised his head, his dark eyes exuding an absolute sense of oppression in the night.

"Or you can go and chase after them in your car."

"Or I'll leave you alone in this desolate wilderness, exposed to the cold wind."

"You choose."

Song Qianxia glanced at the pitch-black surroundings and then heard the faint barking of wild dogs in the distance.

She gritted her teeth.

"Capitalist! You will definitely get your comeuppance!"

Song Qianxia reluctantly climbed into the driver's seat and plopped down on it.

There was still Zhao Ming's blood on the seat, sticky and sticky.

Gu Tingchen quickly returned to the passenger seat and closed the car door.

"Chase." He only said one word.

Song Qianxia sighed and gripped the broken steering wheel with both hands.

Since we can't keep up the act any longer, let's stretch our arms and legs a bit.

"Buzz—!!"

The Magotan's engine roared furiously.

Song Qianxia floored the accelerator, and the car shot back onto the highway like an arrow.

The windshield shattered with a large hole, and the strong wind slammed directly into their faces.

Song Qianxia didn't even blink.

She gripped the steering wheel with one hand, her right hand resting on the gearshift, her gaze fixed intently on the darkness ahead.

The GTR's taillights are no longer visible ahead.

But Song Qianxia doesn't need to see it at all.

Based on the tire tracks on the ground and the lingering smell of exhaust pipes in the air, she accurately determined the other party's escape route.

The speedometer spiked again.

100 miles per hour.

140 miles per hour.

180 miles per hour!

This police and civilian vehicle, which had been through so much damage, seemed to have been given a new life in Song Qianxia's hands.

She abandoned the main road and chose instead the more challenging, less-traveled, border areas.

With each turn, the tires were pressed against the edge of the lane lines, wasting not even a millimeter of steering effort.

Ahead lies a sharp bend of nearly ninety degrees.

At the current speed of the Magotan, it simply cannot pass.

Gu Tingchen sat in the passenger seat and subconsciously reached for the overhead armrest.

"Slow down," Gu Tingchen reminded him.

"No, no, if I slow down even a little, he'll leave me behind!"

Song Qianxia was screaming that she was going to die.

With both hands firmly on the steering wheel, he sharply turned it to the left, while simultaneously lightly applying the brakes with his right foot to shift his weight.

The rear of the Magotan swung to the right instantly, and the tires emitted a lot of white smoke.

The car drew a perfect drift arc in the curve.

The car body almost slid past the inner guardrail.

Gu Tingchen sat beside him, his expression unusually changing slightly.

He's seen street racing before.

But they managed to make a civilian sedan with a loose chassis and suspension as soft as a spring mattress feel like a professional rally car.

This woman's driving skills have reached a level that makes one's scalp tingle.

"Captain Gu, not to be mean, but..."

While Song Qianxia was frantically teetering on the edge of her limits, she didn't forget to loudly complain.

The strong wind blew her hair wildly.

"The cars in our department are so awful!"

"The bottom is as soft as a freshly baked sponge cake!"

"The body roll was so bad when we were cornering that I almost thought we were going to flip over!"

She skillfully reversed the steering wheel and straightened the car.

"Next time you apply for funding from the provincial department, at least get an off-road vehicle with a sport suspension, right?"

"Otherwise, we simply can't go out on field missions!"

Gu Tingchen looked at the two red taillights getting closer and closer ahead.

The GTR is just ahead.

He leaned back in his chair, his voice remaining steady despite the strong wind.

"Just drive your car, don't worry about anything else."

Gu Tingchen drew his sidearm from his waist, pulled the slide, and chambered a bullet.

"Keep your grip on him and don't let him off the ramp."

Song Qianxia rolled her eyes.

They're determined to take down a heavily modified GTR.

Do you think this is a bumper car game?

However, since the boss has spoken, as employees, we have no choice but to work our hardest.

"Hold on tight, Captain Gu."

Song Qianxia's expression completely disappeared.

Those eyes, reddened by the fierce wind, revealed the madness of racing through Freeport in Cyril.

She floored the accelerator pedal.

The engine roared with all its might, and pounced on its prey ahead.