Made in Hollywood

This is a red Porsche super sports car with a strange appearance and excellent performance. It is specially made for the pursuit of extreme speed and best handling. The 10-cylinder 605-horsepower engine can accelerate from 0 to 200 km/h in 10 seconds, and the top speed is about 330 km/h.

After starting the car, Vin Diesel intentionally controlled the speed. This is a rich man's residential area, and there are frequent police cars on patrol. Although speeding is just a trivial matter to him, he doesn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.

The car turned several corners in a row, and the excellent driving feeling made Vin Diesel very satisfied with the sports car he just got.

Although the shots of high-speed driving were done by stuntmen when filming the film, since he starred in the "Fast and Furious" series, he has been crazy about the feeling of driving fast, often driving supercars for a stroll, and receiving Got a lot of speeding tickets.

However, Vin Diesel, like most Hollywood stars, doesn't care about these at all. He has plenty of money, connections in 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, and Vin Diesel also slightly increased the speed of the car. The scenery on the side of the road flashed through the window, and he unconsciously remembered the The "Fast and Furious" series, the last one in this series, was once compared with Duke Rosenberg's movie by the media, and then slandered as a "sissy"!

Is myself and my movie a "sissy"?

Vin Diesel slapped the steering wheel hard, Duke Rosenberg is a "sissy"!

Pour just one or two glasses of wine. A man who never drives too fast, if he is not a "sissy", then who is worthy of being called a "sissy"?

Thinking of this, Vin Diesel stepped on the accelerator, and the Porsche supercar that drove away from the rich area made a huge engine roar, rushing forward like a red lightning bolt. Speeds topped 70 mph in an instant, as if the road's 50 mph speed limit was just for show.

The red supercar quickly left the range of Beverly Hills, rushed through the Hollywood area, followed the flat road all the way north, and it didn't take long to arrive at Santa Clarita, about 30 miles north of Hollywood.

Here the road is flatter and wider, and Vin Diesel picks up the speed again, and the red Porsche supercar hits 90 mph in no time.

The roar of the engine was heard far away.

on the street. Michael Turner walked unhurriedly. Hearing the roar of the engine, he couldn't help but glance back. At the end of his sight, a red streak rushed towards this side like lightning, even though it was on the sidewalk. He still unconsciously leaned back to the side of the road.

At the same time, he cursed in a low voice, "These bastards who don't respect life!"

Like Michael Turner, there are plenty of people around who curse. This kind of serious speeding behavior, the person concerned may feel that he is very cool. Very majestic, as if he is number one in the world, but in the eyes of those around him, he is definitely the object of disgust and curse.

The red sports car is getting closer. Michael Turner simply stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look over there and cursed, "If I want to die, I can drive off a cliff on Mulholland Drive, but come here to drag others down!"

This is not an empty highway, but Santa Clarita, the fourth largest city in the Los Angeles area.

Although he didn't know the speed of that car, Michael Turner knew very well that as long as the car hit someone or something, it would be the end of the car crash.

The red Porsche sports car showed no tendency to slow down, and it didn't even care that it had entered the densely populated area of ​​the city and was getting closer and closer to Michael Turner.

Out of disgust and hatred for speeders, Michael Turner cursed again, "Still accelerating, I hope you will only hit the tree and not hurt others."

He took out his 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 and emitted a burst of white smoke. Although he had never driven such a 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 sign of slowing down. Vin Diesel, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had already put aside the idea that not speeding was equal to being a 'sissy'. The expressionless face was full of panic. Once the car lost control at such a fast speed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He tried his best to control the car, his head was full of regrets, why did he speed? Why drive so fast?

The two big hands holding the steering wheel were trembling, both due to exertion and fear, completely different from the tough guy in the movie, Vin Diesel was already sweating coldly from fear.

How many people are not afraid of death?

If he still has the chance, he will definitely learn from Duke Rosenberg and never drive over the speed limit!

This thought couldn't help coming out of Vin Diesel's head. However, there are many things in this world that can be restarted from scratch, but life is not among them.

The red Porsche supercar veered off course and headed towards the curb.

"What?" Michael Turner's eyes widened. "Is there really going to be a car accident?"

It's not that there's really going to be a car accident, it's that the car accident has already happened.

Under his gaze, the red sports car rushed out of the road at lightning speed, climbed up the green belt on the side of the road, and slammed into a thick palm tree. There was a huge collision sound, and the palm tree crashed in response When it fell, the sports car disintegrated in an instant, and the flying red fragments scattered in all directions, crackling the surrounding buildings.

Fortunately, everyone nearby consciously stayed away from the direction the sports car was driving. Except for the car itself, no innocent people were injured.

Almost subconsciously, Michael Turner dialed 911, "Here's a car accident, here's a serious car accident..."

He had just finished declaring the location when he saw sparks out of the corner of his eyes. Flames had already sprung up from the red sports car. Several well-meaning people who wanted to go over to check quickly stopped. Everyone knew that this situation was very dangerous.

It took only a few seconds for the flames to rise, and there was a huge explosion.

"Boom!"

Michael Turner could only feel the world spinning. Hundreds of feet away, the red sports car completely disintegrated, and dazzling flames rose into the sky, as gorgeous as fireworks on July 4th.

"Ruined!"

Looking at the blazing supercar, Michael Turner couldn't help hugging his head, "That guy is completely finished."

Although the other party's severe speeding disgusted him, Michael Turner didn't want the terrible things of dead people to happen.

Who is that guy? Too bad luck...

Through the cracks in the flames, Michael Turner wanted to see who was in the cockpit. Although the flames did not reach 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 the moment the accident happened. The siren of the police car sounded very quickly. It didn't take long for fire trucks and ambulances to arrive at the scene.

After firefighters extinguished the flames, they pried open the car door...

Like the people who witnessed the car accident, Michael Turner did not leave, but stood outside the police cordon and continued to watch. He also raised his mobile phone, wanting to take more pictures.

But there were too many onlookers, and the angle was not very good. Michael Turner didn’t take any pictures except the scorched and disintegrated supercar. However, when he saw the car door was pried open, he held up his mobile phone and tried to put it away. The camera pointed there, hoping to take a picture of the unlucky driver.

Next to him are two independent reporters. Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe them as paparazzi who run social news. Just like paparazzi in the entertainment industry, these guys do not belong to any media, but fight independently, often by listening to the police channel Collect news, and then go out to grab the first-hand news, and then sell it to TV stations or video websites.

When the firefighters rescued the unlucky driver, the two casual paparazzi suddenly became excited. One of them took advantage of the lack of police attention and ran over to take pictures. Unfortunately, within half a minute, he was caught The police were turned out and given a stern warning.

However, these two guys didn't care at all.

"Sent it! We have developed this time!"

After one of them turned off the camera, he kept saying in a trembling and excited voice, "This is exclusive! This piece of news can sell at least $100,000!"

The other person was more cautious, and asked seriously, "Are you sure you didn't admit the wrong person?"

"It can't be wrong!"

The person before took a deep breath, "It's definitely him! This is definitely the big news that TV stations dream of!"

"Is he still alive?"

Hearing his companion's question, 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 were no regulations, such a situation could be sent directly to the hospital. Into the morgue!"

"it is good!"

Another person finally showed an excited expression, "Let's go to the TV station, this is destined to be our chance to make a fortune..."

"Ha ha……"

The person in front let out a hearty and hearty laugh, and seemed to have no sympathy for the deceased at all, "You drive in a while, and I will use a notebook to properly edit and adjust the shot."

"Walk!"

The last person put the camera on his back, turned around and left, "Hurry up, Vin Diesel's death in a car accident caused by speeding is big news that can hit the headlines!"

These words clearly fell into Michael Turner's ears. He first looked at the two guys leaving, and then at the stretcher being carried to the ambulance, and suddenly realized that he had witnessed a terrible event. car accident.

"The driver in the car is Vin Diesel? Still dead?"

He opened his mouth in shock. (to be continued ~^~)

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