Vol 2 Chapter 819: The tragic end of severe speeding

This is a red Porsche super sports car with a peculiar appearance and outstanding performance. It is made for the pursuit of ultimate speed and best handling. The ultra-light weight and high-tech design make it enough to be in the ranks of top cars. The powerful 5.7-liter The 10-cylinder 605-horsepower engine can increase the speed from 0 to 200 km/h in 10 seconds, and the maximum speed is about 330 km/h.
After starting the car, Van Diesel deliberately controlled the speed. This is the residence of the rich. Police cars patrolled frequently. Although speeding was only a trivial matter to him, he didn't want to make unnecessary trouble.
The car turned several turns in a row, and the excellent driving feeling made Van Diesel very satisfied with this newly acquired sports car.
Although the high-speed driving shots were done by stuntmen when shooting the film, he has been crazy infatuated with the feeling of speed and speed since he starred in the "Fast and Furious" series. He often drove around in supercars and received Passed a lot of speeding tickets.
However, Van Diesel, like most Hollywood stars, doesn't care about this at all. He has money, he has a relationship with the police station, and an excellent lawyer, speeding is nothing at all.
The red Porsche super sports car gradually drove to the edge of Beverly Hills. Van Diesel also increased the speed slightly. The roadside scenery dangled from the car window, and he unconsciously remembered what he thought was fundamental. The "Fast and Furious" series, the previous one in this series, was once compared with Duke Rosenberg's movies by the media, and then slandered as a "mother gun"!
Are you and your own movie "mother"?
Van Diesel patted the steering wheel heavily, and Duke Rosenberg is a "silent gun"!
Pour one or two glasses of wine. A man who never drives a speeding car, if not a "mother", who is worthy of being a "mother"?
Thinking of this, Van Diesel stepped on the accelerator, and the Porsche supercar leaving the rich zone made a huge engine roar, rushing forward like a red lightning. The speed exceeded 70 miles per hour in an instant, as if the 50 mph speed limit on this road was just a display.
The red supercar quickly left the range of Beverly Hills, rushed through the Hollywood area, and followed the flat avenue all the way north. It didn't take long to arrive at Santa Clarita, about thirty miles north of Hollywood.
The road here is flatter and wider, Van Diesel speeds up again, and the red Porsche supercar immediately reaches 90 mph.
The roar of the engine spread far away.
On the street, Michael Turner walked unhurriedly and heard the roar of the engine. He couldn't help but glanced back. At the end of his sight, a red line rushed towards this side like lightning. Even though he was on the sidewalk, he unconsciously leaned to the side of the road.
At the same time, he cursed in a low voice, "These who disrespect life!"
Like Michael Turner, there are many cursing people around, this kind of serious speeding behavior. The person concerned may think that he is very cool and prestigious. It seems like the number one in the world, but in the eyes of the people around, it is definitely the object of disgust and curse.
The red sports car was getting closer and closer, Michael Turner simply stopped, turned his head and cursed there, "I want to die. You can go to Mulholland Road and drive off the cliff, but come here to drag others down. !"
This is not an unmanned highway, but Santa Clarita, the fourth largest city in the Los Angeles area.
Although I don't know the speed of that car, Michael Turner knows that as long as the car hits people or other things. That was the end of car crashes.
The red Porsche sports car has no tendency to slow down at all, regardless of whether it has entered the densely populated area of ​​the city, it is getting closer and closer to Michael Turner.
Out of hatred and hatred for speeding people, Michael Turner cursed again, "It's still speeding up, I hope you will only knock down the tree and not hurt others."
He took out the phone and was about to dial "911", but his hand stopped on the button of the phone.
Because Michael Turner clearly saw that the red super sports car broke through with a burst of white smoke. Although he had never driven this high-end sports car, he also knew that this was absolutely abnormal.
The body was trembling violently. After stepping on the brakes, the red Porsche super sports car showed no signs of slowing down. Van Diesel, sitting in the driving position, had long forgotten the idea that not speeding is equal to a "mother gun". There was panic on the face that was always expressionless. At such a fast speed, once the car lost control, the consequences would be absolutely disastrous.
He tried to control the car, and his head was full of regrets. Why did he want to speed? Why should I drive so fast?
The two big hands holding the steering wheel were trembling, not only because of force, but also because of fear. Unlike the tough guy in the movie, Van Diesel was already sweating cold with fear.
How many people are not afraid of death?
If there is still a chance, he will definitely learn from Duke Rosenberg and never speed too fast!
This idea couldn't help but popped out of Van Diesel's head, but there are many things in this world that can start all over again, but life is not in this rank.
The red Porsche supercar deviated and rushed towards the side of the road.
"What?" Michael Turner's eyes widened. "Is there really a car accident?"
It's not that a car accident is really going to happen, but the accident has already happened.
Under his gaze, the red sports car rushed out of the highway at lightning speed, climbed onto the green belt on the side of the road, and hit a stout palm tree with one head. A huge crash sounded and the palm tree responded. Instead, the sports car disintegrated in an instant, and the red shards flying all over the sky splashed around, making the surrounding buildings crackle.
Fortunately, people nearby were consciously away from the direction that the sports car was coming from. Except for the car itself, no innocent people were injured.
Almost subconsciously, Michael Turner dialed 911, "There is a car accident here, there is a serious car accident here..."
Just after he reported the location, he saw a spark in the corner of his eye, and saw a flame on the red sports car. Several kind people who wanted to check it over quickly stopped. Everyone knew that this situation was very dangerous.
The flame raged in just a few seconds, and a huge explosion sounded.
"Boom!"
Michael Turner only felt that the world was spinning, and hundreds of feet away, the red sports car completely disintegrated, and the dazzling flames rose into the sky, like the fireworks on July 4.
"Ruined!"
Looking at the burning supercar, Michael Turner couldn't help holding his head, "That guy is completely finished."
Although he was disgusted by the severe speeding, Michael Turner did not want terrible things to happen.
Who is that guy? Too unlucky...
Through the gap of the flame, Michael Turner wanted to see who the person in the cockpit was. Although the flame did not spread to the cockpit for the time being, the distance was a little far away. He could only vaguely see a bald head sitting in the driver's seat.
This is a downtown area. Michael Turner called the police at the moment of the accident. The horn of the police car quickly sounded. Not long after, fire trucks and ambulances rushed to the scene.
After the firefighter put out the flames, he opened the door...
Like the person who witnessed the car accident, Michael Turner did not leave, but stood outside the cordon pulled by the police and continued to watch. He also raised his mobile phone, hoping to take more pictures.
But there were too many people onlookers, and the angle was not very good. Michael Turner didn’t take pictures of the super sports car except the charred and disintegrated supercar. However, after seeing the door being pried open, he raised his phone high and tried his best to hold the phone. The camera is pointed there, hoping to take a picture of the hapless driver.
Next to him, there are two independent reporters. Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe the paparazzi running social news. Like the paparazzi in the entertainment industry, these guys do not belong to any media, but fight independently, often by listening to the police channel. Collect the news, then send out to grab the first-hand news, and then sell it to TV stations or video websites.
When the firefighters rescued the hapless driver, the two inattentive paparazzi suddenly became excited. One of them took advantage of the fact that there was no police paying attention to this side and pulled the cordon and ran over to shoot. Unfortunately, within half a minute, he was caught The police rushed out and received a serious warning.
However, these two guys didn't care at all.
"Yes! We are developed this time!"
After one of them turned off the camera, he kept saying in a trembling and excited voice, "This is an exclusive! This news can sell for at least one hundred thousand dollars!"
Another person was more cautious and asked seriously, "Are you sure you didn't admit the wrong person?"
"It can't be wrong!"
The man took a deep breath before, "It's definitely him! This is definitely the big news the TV station dreams of!"
"Is he still alive?"
Hearing the question from his companion, the man shook his head without hesitation,
The neck was completely broken and half of the body was burnt. I recorded the words of the ambulancemen. They said that if there are no regulations, they can send them directly. Into the morgue!"
"it is good!"
Another person finally showed an expression of excitement, "Let's go to the TV station. This is destined to be our chance to make a fortune..."
"Haha..."
The previous person laughed heartily and cheerfully, and seemed to have no sympathy for the deceased person at all, "After you drive a car, I will use my laptop to make some editing and adjust the shot."
"go!"
The latter put the camera on his back, turned and left, "Hurry up, Van Diesel's death in a car accident due to speeding is big news that can make headlines!"
This sentence fell clearly in Michael Turner’s ears. He first looked at the two guys who had left, then looked at the stretcher that was being carried on the ambulance, and suddenly realized that he had witnessed a remarkable event. Car accident.
"The driver in the car is Van Diesel? Is he dead?"
He opened his mouth in shock. (To be continued.)
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