Chapter 958: Bugatti Veyron engine!

Su Ke turned his head and saw that this yellow sports car, the Chevrolet Camaro Bumblebee, had a domineering side leak on the front face, a long hood, and a slight bulge in the middle. There was a straight black line on the left and right sides of the bulge, about two It looks ten centimeters wide. All in all, this car is really powerful in the sunlight.
The young man washes and cuts his hair, his hairstyle is mad and handsome, and his small face is in the long and puffy hair, like a large apple tree bearing a fruit.
Through the car glass, you can see that there is a little girl who looks like she is walking in a cute rural non-mainstream. She is cold and noble and playing with the white love crazy in her hand, her eyelids are not raised, and the little hand shakes. Come out a man, the head picture is a shot in the carriage.
Seems to be a similar model of Steyr, sitting in the co-pilot position, in his twenties, wearing a blue overalls, seems to have just repaired the car from under the car, stained with a lot of dirt, compared to scissors hands, What it looks like is like Zhao Sier's young version.
The little girl was very disappointed and then shook, gotta! She shook Brother Steyr again, and she didn't want to think that the wild country on this provincial road would be such a fate.
After more than a dozen attempts, the little girl seemed frustrated, she looked up and looked out, and glanced at Su Ke and Yang Peier, and soon fell on the body of the hatchback Citroen Fukang, a very exaggerated Disdain flew out quickly.
No way, this is the class gap. It is not a person in the world at all. Looking at it for a second is a torment. The little girl seems to have a shrugging action. I feel that there are too few people in the world who can have a common language with themselves. I simply picked up the mobile phone, muttered his mouth, and made a sad expression against the river with a click.
Yang Pei'er was a little unnatural at first, so the boy was so angry in a field battle that he glared directly.
Su Ke was also a little dissatisfied, but when he thought of chasing Yang Peier's cornfield just now, there was something to say about the word field battle, but the serious field battles were basically sorghum fields, and his own grade was obviously not enough. Looking at Yang Peier's cold eyebrows, she squeezed her eyes.
"Hey! Let's ask us!"
After a while running, the topographic conditions of the cornfield were extremely bad. Rao was a little breathless, staring at Su Ke severely, and then turned to look at the washer-blow boy in the Hornet, and answered directly, "Get off!"
"Why are you trying to die? Believe it or not, I called a few brothers on a phone call to scare you to death!" It seems that the young man from Xiexiufu doesn't have much confidence in his physical fitness. After all, a boy who is one meter tall and weighs It is only over ninety pounds, and it really has no combat effectiveness.
"Little hair child, play!" Yang Pei'er saw that the boy was ten years old, and he would not know anything about him, but she never thought that Su Ke was only eighteen years old. After staring, she went straight Pulled the car door: "Sook, go, we're all behind!"
"Get it!" Su Ke raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, glanced at the young man washing his scissors, shook his head, and quickly got into the car to start. To be honest, sometimes he felt mature beyond his age. , Even a bit ridiculous childish evaluation idea.
Immediately after Su Ke ignited, the engine was working very hard, and the tachometer was jumping suddenly. At this time, the bumblebee behind him seemed to be a little unconvinced. He violently coaxed the throttle, louder than loud.
The Fukang car started to start. Comaro seemed to be caring for the children and followed the car steadily. The roar of the engine even suppressed the sound of Fukang, and directly passed into Su Ke and Yang Peier's ears. .
From the rearview mirror, Su Ke saw the young man who was washing, cutting, blowing, and stretched out a in the hand of the car window, shaking it. The provocative arrogance of this gesture was too obvious.
There was no anger. Su Ke also blasted the throttle. He felt the vibration from the source of power again with his hands. When he stepped on a loose foot, Citroen Fukang suddenly accelerated, followed by faster and faster, as the same lightning. Stuck out.
"Ah! Slow down!" Yang Peier just sat down, and a strong push back came. The whole person's back was tightly attached to the seat, and the little hand grasped the armrest tightly, suddenly thinking The last time he sat in the evil result of Su Ke's rush, his face was a little discolored.
"Don't we have to catch up with Sun Bureau! Sit down and you!" Su Ke finished talking the throttle, a series of operations, the Fukang chariot is like a sharp arrow shot out, because the speed is too fast, bringing a gust of wind, A few leaves on the road blew suddenly, fluttering and dancing.
The little girl in the bumblebee frowned, turned to look at Gao Shuaifu beside her, and muttered: "Ouba, we have been bullied of Smida!"
"That's my brother letting them ten meters, now let you see how powerful I am!" The young boy seemed to have a high level of morality, knowing that his car was powerful and domineering, and he specifically let Su Ke drive for ten meters. Began to exert force.
The Hornet's 36-displacement V6 naturally aspirated engine also burst into a strong sense of power, following the speed, which made the little girl eager to try, very excited.
Two minutes later
The Camelot Hornet is no longer in front of him, and the scissor blows the boy's head subconsciously and scratches his head. He sees the little girl with a confused expression on his face. Damn, the car in front is so handsome. Did you hear the sound of its engine just now? "
"" The non-mainstream little girl is even more confused now, blinking and wondering what to say.
"I should have thought long ago that listening to its engine sounds too familiar. This is a Bugatti Veyron engine, a W-type 16-cylinder engine, and four turbochargers with a maximum power of 1001 horsepower. What Maserati, Ferrari is scum in front of it! "
"Yes! It must be this engine. I can't hear my ears wrongly. This car is so amazingly modified. We lost to him that is justified, no suspense!" The washing, cutting and blowing boy became more and more determined, as if the car The shabby silver Fukang has transformed into a Bugatti Veyron with a high-end atmosphere.
"Fuck, who said that there are no masters in the domestic car change, this is a master, I knew I should have a contact method!" Washing, cutting, blowing, dancing and dancing, the speed of this kind of entertaining is almost comparable to the older generation of artists.
The non-mainstream little girl next to her listened to a series of data and slowly opened her mouth. Although she didn't understand what Oba was talking about, she seemed very powerful.