I randomly have a new career every week

"Smash my job?" Gurley sneered. "Such a person hasn't appeared yet."

"Don't worry, it will appear soon."

"Gerry, don't talk nonsense with him. We must win this game for more than 20 seconds to have a sense of accomplishment. Don't give him any chance."

"I know in my heart that the Aston Martin I drove was very well modified, and I am fully accustomed to it, let alone beating them by 20 seconds, even 30 seconds is possible."

"What you want is this state, and you can't give them any chance."

"Do you want to beat us for 30 seconds? I think you are dreaming."

"Old Qin, what's the use of speaking cruel words now, I advise you to go and prepare the formalities quickly, and send the car later."

"Don't pretend to be forced, wait until after you finish running."

At this moment, there was another exclamation in the racing track.

"Look, that beautiful driver has been following Huang Wanqi, and has already entered the third lap. I feel that the final gap should be controlled within 10 seconds."

"I think so too. This woman is too fierce. This is the Type-R. Other cars can't stand driving like this."

"Come on beauty!"

"It must be controlled within 10 seconds!"

"From now on, you are my idol!"

Almost a minute later, the third lap ended, and everyone was shocked!

8 seconds gap!

In other words, after three full laps, Li Chuhan, as an amateur, was only led by a professional driver for three seconds. This is already a terrifying result!

Just as everyone was amazed, the fourth game began!

"In fact, I feel that there is no need to run the fourth bar. Except for Qin Shao who was three seconds ahead, the rest of the people are behind and it is impossible to win.

"In fact, it is natural to lose. After all, they are professional drivers and not comparable to amateurs. Now it depends on how much they lose in the end."

"Qin Shao is a man who is hailed as the Shanghai Emperor of Zhonghai. If he loses this game, he will lose face."

"There is no way, he was slapped by Zhao Zhengyang, and he can only admit it."

At the same time, Huang Wanqi walked back, "Zhengyang, I am really embarrassed, only three seconds ahead, I have to say that the woman still has something."

"It doesn't matter, they drove twelve cars today. With Gerry's strength, it is not a problem to lead by four seconds."

"Haha, I think so too."

"Damn, what's the situation? Lycan's speed should be 200! Aston Martin chasing Gerry!"

"This is just the beginning, at least one second!"

"200 is not terrible at a straight-line speed, but he doesn't seem to have the intention to slow down, he seems to be going into a corner at this speed!"

"Fuck, fuck!"

"He really entered the corner at this speed!"

Those who saw this scene were scared to speak.

They have only seen pictures like this in F1 races, and they have never seen the effect of driving a sports car out of F1.

"Look, Gurley slowed down into the corner, and the gap was at least three seconds back!"

Li Chuhan stared at her beautiful eyes and never thought that the car could still be driven like this.

How could he be so powerful?

Li Chuhan has never admired anyone, but Lin Yi was the first.

Lin Yi ran faster and faster, and the gap between Lin Yi and Gerry was getting smaller and smaller!

At this time, everyone had the same idea, and it was estimated that Lin Yi would be able to catch up after the first lap.

The rest is to see how much we catch up!

"Brother Lin is too awesome, Gerry is professional, he caught up to 8 seconds in just one lap?"

Liang Jinming and Gao Zongyuan had never seen Lin Yi racing, this time they completely watched them.

"I'll just say that Lao Lin is awesome, you still don't believe it, this damn good old driver, Qiu Ming, the mountain bike god."

Some people are happy and some are sad, and Zhao Zhengyang and others' expressions are broken.

He thought that he would find three professional racers and he would win this race, but he never thought that Lin Yi had such superb driving skills!

"Nine seconds!"

"This speed is simply non-human. After finishing the second lap, I was 9 seconds ahead!"

Seeing such results, Zhao Zhengyang's heart has reached the bottom.

After just running two laps, plus the 8 seconds he was left behind, Lin Yi surpassed him by 17 seconds. After the third lap, his taillights were no longer visible.

Just when everyone lamented Lin Yi's superb car skills.

To his surprise, Lin Yi stopped at the end of the third lap.

This confusing operation made everyone feel puzzled, and Qin Han slapped his thigh anxiously.

"Lao Lin, this is drying the wool, rush over quickly, as long as we rush over, we will win!"

"Haha..." Zhao Zhengyang laughed, "Qin Han, don't dream. I think his car broke down. It's impossible to get to the finish line."

"Just kidding, it's coming to Lycan, how could it be bad if it is bad."

"Just like his driving method, what car can stand it, it must blow up." Zhao Zhengyang smiled particularly confidently, "God opens your eyes, you just wait for the car to be delivered."

Boom boom--

But at this moment, the roar came again.

When Zhao Zhengyang saw Lin Yi's Lycan, he quickly rushed to the end!

"Well, what's the situation? Isn't the car broken?"

Qin Han was also puzzled. Since the car was not broken, why did he stop at the end for a while before driving over?

"Damn, I know what Shao Lin means. He is pinching the time and is just 11 seconds ahead. Because of the FB club, he just drove 11 cars!"

"No, it's too slapped!"

"Lin Shao Niubi, this kind of showmanship is truly unprecedented!"

"Slap on the face in 11 seconds, really exciting!"

The race was over soon, Lin Yi and Gree drove over, looked at Zhao Zhengyang with a smile and said:

"It happened to be 11 seconds ahead of you, and I won all of your cars, which made me a little embarrassed."

"Send the car!"

"Send the car!"

"Send the car!"

The crowd onlookers shouted in unison, Zhao Zhengyang clenched his fists, anxiously, and a mouthful of old blood spurted.

"Brother Zhao, are you okay!" Fan Qinan and Wu Qingyu rushed over and helped Zhao Zhengyang up.

"It's okay, I can't die."

"What shall we do now?"

"What else can I do, hand over the car keys!"

Everyone in the FB club looked embarrassed and reluctantly handed over their car keys.

They don't feel sorry for the money, but they are too embarrassed.

In Lin Yi's hand, he weighed Zhao Zhengyang's one77's car key, "In the future, the title of the Fourth Master of the Sea will have nothing to do with you."

"Huh, are you rare for us?"

Zhao Zhengyang snorted coldly, "Let's go!"

"Don't leave in a hurry." Lin Yi said from behind:

"The road ahead is a bit dark and it's not convenient to walk."

Zhao Zhengyang looked back at Lin Yi, "What do you mean!"

"Tonight is so lively, it would be boring if there is no bonfire to set off the atmosphere, go and get this one77 o'clock, and see off Master Zhao!"