Chapter 400: : Make a bonfire to enhance the atmosphere

　　 "Smash my job?" Gerry sneered. "Such a person hasn't appeared yet."
　　 "Don't worry, I will show up 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 is very well modified, and I am fully accustomed to it. Not to mention winning them for 20 seconds, even 30 seconds is possible."
　　 "This is what I want, and I can't give them any chance."
　　 "Will you beat us for 30 seconds? I think you are dreaming."
　　 "Old Qin, what's the use of talking ruthlessly now, I advise you to go and prepare the formalities quickly, and send the car later."
　　 "Don't pretend to be forced, wait until you finish running."
　　 Just then, there was another exclamation in the racing track.
　　 "Look, the 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 simply can't stand driving like this."
　　 "Come on beautiful girl!"
　　 "It must be controlled within 10 seconds!"
　　 "From now on, you will be 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 when everyone was amazed, the fourth game began!
　　 "Actually, I feel that there is no need to run the fourth bar. Except for Qin Shao who is 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, not comparable to amateurs. Now it depends on how much they lose in the end."
　　 "Qin Shao is known as the Shanghai Emperor of Zhonghai. If he loses this game, he will lose his face."
　　 "There is no way, he was swayed by Zhao Zhengyang, so he can only admit it."
　　At the same time, Huang Wanqi walked back, "Zhengyang, I'm 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."
　　 "Fuck me, what's the situation? Lycan should be at 200 speed! 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, fuck!"
　　 "He really entered the corner at this speed!"
　　 Everyone who saw this scene was so frightened that they dare not speak.
　　 Like this picture, they have only seen it in F1 races, and have not seen anyone driving a sports car out of F1.
　　 "Look, Gerry slowed down into the corner, and the gap was at least three seconds back!"
　　 Li Chuhan stared at a pair of beautiful eyes, never thought that the car could still be driven like this.
　　 How could he be so good?
　　 Li Chuhan never admired anyone, but Lin Yi was the first.
　　 Lin Yi ran faster and faster, and the gap between him and Gerry was getting smaller and smaller!
　　 At this time, everyone had the same idea in their hearts. It is estimated that after the first lap, Lin Yi could catch up with the gap.
　　The rest is to see how much we catch up!
　　 "Brother Lin is too awesome, Gerry is a professional, he caught up to 8 seconds in just one lap?"
　　Neither Liang Jinming nor Gao Zongyuan had seen Lin Yi racing, and they completely watched them this time.
　　 "I'll just say that Lao Lin is awesome, you still don't believe it, this good old driver, the famous autumn mountain bike god."
　　 Some people are happy and some are sad, 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!
　　 "9 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 been cold to the bottom.
　　 just finished 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.
　　 was surprised to find that 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 woolen yarn, rush over, 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 can it be bad or bad."
　　 "Just his driving method, any car that can stand it, it must blow up." Zhao Zhengyang smiled particularly confidently, "God's eyes are open, you just wait to send the car obediently."
　　 boom boom boom
　　 But at this moment, the roar came again.
　　 Zhao Zhengyang saw Lin Yi's Lycan and rushed to the finish line!
　　 "This, what's the situation? Isn't the car broken?"
　　 Qin Han was also puzzled. Since the car was not broken, why did it stop at the end for a while before driving over?
　　 "Damn, I know what Lin Shao means. He is holding time and he is just 11 seconds ahead. Because of the FB club, he just drove 11 cars!"
　　 "No way, this is too slapped!"
　　 "Lin Shao Niubi ~ EbookFREE.me~ This kind of show operation is really unprecedented!"
　　 "A face-slap in 11 seconds is 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 onlookers in the field shouted in unison, Zhao Zhengyang clenched his fists, anxiously attacking his heart, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out.
　　 "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 in 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 China Shipping will have nothing to do with you."
　　 "Huh, are you rare for us?"
　　 Zhao Zhengyang snorted coldly, "Let's go!"
　　 "Don't go in a hurry," Lin Yi said from behind:
　　 "The road ahead is a bit dark, so it's not convenient to walk."
　　 Zhao Zhengyang looked back at Lin Yi, "What do you mean!"
　　 "Tonight is so lively, if there is no bonfire to set the atmosphere, it will be boring, go and get this one77 o'clock, and see off Master Zhao!"