Racing is always a collision of speed and passion. The thrilling rushing and experiencing the pleasure of life and death hanging on the line will definitely make everyone feel excited. It is precisely because of this that racing can become the most popular competition event in the world after football and basketball.

Because the living conditions of China are too superior and the extra energy in adolescence cannot be vented, the rich second generation in China is extremely fascinated by the extremely adrenaline-stimulating activity of racing. This is also the reason why the racing cases in places where major wealthy cities in China gather are repeatedly banned.

The Yangtze River Delta is undoubtedly one of the richest areas in China and also the most convenient road transportation area in China. Therefore, the racing here is the most numerous and most famous in the country.

Of course, everyone is afraid of causing trouble for their families, so the organized racing of the rich second generation is carried out on the highway. As for those who race in the downtown area, they can only be a group of stupid pseudo-rich second generations.

Since the Shanghai-Hangzhou Expressway connects two cities with the highest housing prices in China, the two cities with the highest housing prices in China, the racing behavior on this highway is also the best in the country. Similarly, as a playboy in Shanghai, He Changqing is also a racing car that often comes and goes on this road. Although his father only equipped him with a BMW 320i convertible sports car that passed away, his family's family has a solid foundation. He Changqing secretly modified his BMW inside without telling his family, so that the car's displacement is larger and better performance is not impossible. If it really doesn't work, he can also borrow someone else's car to drive it. Anyway, everyone knows that his family has money, and he is not afraid that he can't afford it if it hits it.

On this day, He Changqing drove his BMW and boarded the Shanghai-Hangzhou Expressway as usual. However, not long after, a Porsche with a Jiangyin license plate caught up, and then the accelerator exceeded He Changqing's front, then slowed down bit by bit, and drove leisurely in front of He Changqing.

Seeing this situation, He Changqing turned on the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator to pass, but the Porsche seemed to have seen through He Changqing's actions. Just as He Changqing accelerated, he also accelerated violently, but he did not throw away He Changqing. He just kept driving so leisurely and leisurely in front of He Changqing.

This situation is undoubtedly a provocation and contempt for He Changqing, but this is just the beginning.

Then, just as He Changqing was in a bad mood, he saw the window of the car in front suddenly rolling down, and a hand stretched out from inside, making a classic contempt move towards He Changqing with a thumbs down.

He Changqing was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, so he stepped on the accelerator like crazy and wanted to catch up with the Porsche. However, Porsche was always hovering in front of his car. No matter how he accelerated, he could only eat cigarettes at the rear of his car.

Finally, He Changqing had no choice but to turn on the parking light, and found a parking space to park. The Porsche also stopped. He Changqing got off the car and walked over angrily. The person on the Porsche also walked down, which was a man and a woman. He Changqing asked angrily: "What are you doing?"

The Porsche man leaned against his car door, looked at He Changqing with some amusement and said, "Car racing, can't you see it?"

At this time, the woman sitting in the passenger seat also said to He Changqing with fun: "Oh! Is the handsome guy going to cry if he loses?"

How could He Changqing bear this anger? Especially when there was a woman present, he had to get back the venue. So He Changqing said: "That's your car. What's the ability of Porsche with 3.0 to bully BMW with 2.0?"

Porsche man sneered and said, "If I heard it correctly, your car should have been modified, and at least it should have a displacement between 2.5 and 3.0. There is one more person in my car. If you want to lose, you won't lose much, and..."

When the Porsche man said this, he glanced at He Changqing contemptuously, and then continued: "The most important thing about racing is technology. If your technology is not up to standard, what can you do if you give you a Bugatti Veyron with an 8.0 displacement? At most, it's just a rear-end traffic accident. I think you still have injuries on your head, don't just do it because of the last accident. I don't want to kill anyone."

"You fart!" He Changqing became even more angry when he remembered the injury caused by the man named Chen Ping on his forehead, "If you have the will, please wait for me. I will borrow a good car from my friend and let's compete."

The Porsche man asked his female companion to lit a cigarette for him with great interest, and then said to He Changqing: "Okay, I'll wait."

So He Changqing hurriedly called his friend. Since He Changqing came out this time, he wanted to race with his friends, so it was easy to bring reinforcements. After contacting him, He Changqing led the Porsche man along the Shanghai-Hangzhou Expressway all the way south and to the Jiaxing section.

Here, seven sports cars of various styles were parked in two small parking spaces on the roadside. Porsche man looked at all and couldn't help but sneer: "Are you coming to the luxury car exhibition?"

Then He Changqing and Porsche parked the cars separately, and then He Changqing took the Porsche man over. He first said a few words to his friends, then pointed to a Maserati and said to the Porsche man: "Since you said that the most important thing in racing is technology, then you have no objection to driving this Maserati, right?"

The Porsche man shrugged meaninglessly and said, "I have no problem, as long as you cherish your life yourself."

"You can just take advantage of the situation now," He Changqing said hatefully, "Then let's start from here. Whoever runs to Yuhang, Hangzhou first will win, can anyone win?"

The Porsche man sneered and said, "How unchallenging is this? Otherwise, we will start from here, then turn to Sujiahang Expressway, and then detour the north connection of the cross-sea bridge. In the end, whoever goes back to the Shanghai-Hangzhou Expressway first will win. Do you think it's okay?"

"How troublesome is this?" He Changqing said.

The Porsche man deliberately sarcastically said, "Okay, I understand. You just point in the straight line and use Marsala's displacement advantage to beat me, and you don't dare to add any curves."

He Changqing was so aroused by the Porsche man, and immediately agreed: "Okay, then run as you said! Just wait and see the taillights of my car."

"I hope your wish will come true," said the Porsche man.

After the two of them agreed, they went back to their own cars. Of course, the Porsche man was still the same Porsche, while He Changqing changed it to the Maserati provided by his friend.

Then the two slowly adjusted the front of the car to the road. Since Porsche lost to Maserati in terms of displacement, the front of the Porsche was in front of the Maserati. When both cars were in their positions, He Changqing turned his head and saw that the woman in the Porsche co-pilot was taking out a purple style thing, which was the woman's bra.

The racing and the beauty were also a beauty who took off her underwear in public. This would definitely make everyone's blood brisk. Then the woman threw her underwear forward and forcedly. At this time, He Changqing and Porsche agreed to start signal, but the agreement was that he threw something out, but he didn't expect it to be a woman's underwear.

As the purple underwear slowly fell, everyone stopped breathing, and time seemed to have slowed down at this moment, everyone stared at the slowly falling underwear.

Just as the underwear contacted the ground, the Porsche man obviously reacted faster. He started the car first. With the roar of the engine, Porsche suddenly flew out. Although He Changqing started half a beat slower, because the Maserati had a larger displacement, he was very confident that he would surpass Porsche in a straight line.

Porsche and Maserati were running rapidly on the Shanghai-Hangzhou Expressway one after another. Since Porsche is a convertible sports car, he could better feel the feeling of the air blowing on his face when the car was driving at high speed. In addition, there was also the roar of the engine that changed the tune when the car next to him was constantly overtaking, which made people feel the inexplicable tension and excitement.

After the first few minutes of getting used to it, the woman in the Porsche co-pilot seemed to be orgasm and screamed loudly, then looked at the rearview mirror and said to the Porsche man: "You are so awesome, his Maserati can't beat you."

Porsche man said disdainfully: "No, it should be that there are too many trucks coming and going on the Shanghai-Hangzhou Expressway. My grandson dared not overtake because he was afraid of death. I guess he wanted to put his hope of winning on the Sujiahang Expressway, which has relatively weak traffic flow and the northern connection line of the Cross-Sea Bridge."

The woman curled her lips and said, "Coward."

The Porsche man's evaluation of women was just a weird smile. If he wasn't racing at this time, the woman should have heard his whisper: "There are more exciting things behind it!"

In this way, the two cars kept Porsche leading the way and Maserati chasing behind, and reached the turntable at the intersection of Shanghai-Hangzhou Expressway and Sujia-Hangzhou Expressway. Porsche took the lead in the corner, but it slowed down strangely. At this time, when He Changqing, who was behind, saw this situation, immediately remembered that Porsche man despised him for his poor skills, so he stepped on the accelerator and wanted to show the Porsche man what it means to pass the high-speed cornering.

The woman on Porsche saw Maserati's situation and immediately screamed: "Drive quickly! The car behind is about to catch up!"

But the Porsche man just glanced at the rearview mirror and said calmly: "He is afraid he is using this Maserati as his BMW is driving, so he doesn't think about how he can control it?"

The Porsche man's words were like a prophecy of God. As soon as he finished speaking, He Changqing's tire seemed to slip. He Changqing subconsciously called the steering wheel in. Maserati was immediately out of control. With a harsh sound of tire friction, he bumped into a BYD in the inner corner.

Seeing this scene, the Porsche man smiled helplessly.
Chapter completed!