Chapter 697: Race against death

Xiang Nan wanted to resist, but couldn't resist at all. After being pushed into the co-pilot, he raised his head and saw Xiang Yang sitting in the cab. At this time, his face was completely bloodless.
"Xiaoyang, how are you doing? Did they do anything to you?" Xiang Nan asked hurriedly.
Xiang Yang squeezed the steering wheel with both hands and looked at Xiang Nan, "Brother, I'm sorry, I am the one who caused you."
Xiang Nan's eyes were red, and when he was about to speak, he heard the door lock bang. He hurriedly pushed the door with his hand. The door was locked and could not be opened.
"Brother, it's useless. This car is a specially modified artificial intelligence car. The lock cannot be opened except for the owner's instruction." Xiang Yang smiled bitterly.
"What are they trying to do?" Xiang Nan asked with a tight throat and gritted his teeth.
Xiang Yang looked towards the front of the car, and said in a somewhat desperate and numb manner: "They want us to experience what a race against death is."
Xiang Nan's eyes widened.
At this time, the car had started automatically, and was driving towards Wangan at high speed.
Even if Xiang Yang held the steering wheel, he could only control the direction of the car, but the brake under his feet was in a state of failure.
There are particularly many bends in this section of the Wangan Expressway, and without any technical level, it is very likely that it will rush out of the guardrail and fall directly into the cliff or into the river.
What's more, their brakes are still malfunctioning, so they are called a race against death.
When Xiang Xiang passed the first corner, the speed of the car did not decrease, and he was almost about to rush out of the guardrail, and the car crashed and almost didn't make him suddenly stop.
I have never felt so close to death.
The two brothers were pale.
And there are nine corners waiting for them ahead.
And here, Huo Changfeng is still lazily leaning against the car door, watching the video with his mobile phone in his hand, which he has watched more than ten times.
It was the video of Huo Xiang and Huo Yao in a car accident.
He had someone edit the footage from the surveillance.
"Is this really Young Master's driving skills?" Huo Changfeng murmured again, skeptically, "How do I remember his poor driving skills?"
The assistant next to him had heard the suspicion no less than ten times. He coughed and said, "The little master and the eldest lady are in the car. It's not the little master's car. Are they still the big lady?"
The eldest lady is only 18 years old. She doesn't have a driver's license. How can she drive?
Huo Changfeng clicked the phone to replay again, "Don't you think this way of braking and avoiding danger is a bit like a racer?"
"Otherwise, you can ask the young master?" the assistant said.
Huo Changfeng has no other hobbies, so he loves racing a car, so when he watched this video of a car accident, he obviously found a little bit weird.
Of course, this weirdness can only be seen by professionals.
"Forget it." Huo Changfeng shook his head. Then, after he finished playing the video, he put the phone away, then raised his hand to check the time, and asked, "How many laps?"
"Huh?" The assistant didn't quite understand what this meant.
"I mean, how many laps did the car make?"
"Just one lap." The assistant reacted, and the general manager was asking the number of death laps for the two brothers Xiangyang.
"Oh, then you will let people watch and run...20 laps." Huo Changfeng said as he stood up straight, and then opened the door behind him.
The assistant touched the tip of his nose and said, "Actually, you can just throw people into the sea and feed the fishes. You are still so complicated, Chief Executive."
They all did this before.
Huo Changfeng glanced at him, "Everyone said that now is a civilized era, and we must solve problems in a civilized way."
The corners of the assistant's lips twitched, asking you to be more cruel than just killing others?