My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Farke!"

The flower-turbaned man was sweating on his forehead and stepped on the accelerator heavily.

He didn't want to give up his position. Since he had grabbed it, he had to firmly occupy this position.

"Boom~"

Ethan grinned and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

The V10 engine roars wildly, and the black Viper rushes out like lightning.

GTA, starting now.

"ah!!!"

Under his roar, the vehicle vibrated and rushed towards the red Mustang S281, and the two were quickly approaching each other.

Next to it, inside the blue GTR.

O'Connor smelled danger and quickly turned the wheel away from the violent black Viper.

"touch~"

The red Mustang's butt was hit hard by the Viper.

The steering wheel in the flower turban's hand suddenly shook from side to side, and the vehicle became out of control. He cursed angrily and tried desperately to control the balance of the vehicle.

Ethan's vehicle also shook.

However, he did not forcefully control the vehicle, but followed the momentum and swung to the left.

Photographed by the roadside personnel, his car seemed to turn into a real venomous snake, first biting the red mustang, and then moving its head like lightning, spraying venom at the BMW on the left.

The red mustang was no longer under control, whining and rushing towards the lamppost on the side of the road.

"Bang~"

There was a loud noise that made the photographer's hands tremble.

In the shaky footage, the vehicle was cut off by a thick lamppost, and the entire car instantly turned into a V-shape, clamping the lamppost tightly. Countless fragments flew onto the sidewalk, and passers-by ran for their lives.

The fourth eliminated driver, appears.

"damn it."

Campos's face flushed with excitement, he waved his hand and roared: "Hold your phone steady, how about another car?"

This scene made his eyes red with excitement.

Shakingly, he took out a small glass bottle from his pocket and quickly poured some flour into the tiger's mouth.

But he didn't care about smoking and looked at the picture on the screen nervously.

And Phoenix also had veins popping out, wishing he could go on the field and compete with this crazy Viper.

"call."

Gizelle let go of her clasped hands and let out a heavy breath.

Unknowingly, it was soaked with sweat.

The person in charge of clapping, although it was impossible to hear Campos yelling and cursing, knew what he was doing and suppressed his excitement to clap towards the orange BMW.

The car was knocked upside down and veered into the opposite lane.

After shaking violently for a few times, the out-of-control vehicle was subdued by the driver, and with a blast of the accelerator, it roared forward.

In just a second or two, he disappeared from the screen.

"damn it."

Campos was disappointed when he didn't see the picture he expected. He sniffed hard at the tiger's mouth and the flour on it disappeared instantly.

"Alas~"

The crowd gathered around also sighed in unison.

The trials last week were also exciting.

But this kind of head-on confrontation scene that makes people's blood boil is rare.

Violent, crazy, and full of passion, this was their unanimous evaluation of the Black Viper. Some were so excited that they could not suppress their excitement, pulled their female companion over, and pushed her down in the car.

Looking at the fast-moving racing car on the screen, he also roared crazily.

The broken red Mustang on the roadside quickly zoomed out in the rearview mirror and soon disappeared. Ethan said he didn't care at all what happened to the people in the car.

If you play with this kind of thing, you must be mentally prepared for this kind of outcome.

Himself is no exception.

If you want to get the intense stimulation of walking on the line of death, then there are some things that you have to face calmly.

However, he only lost one car, which made him a little regretful.

Licking his lips, his Adam's apple rolled.

No wonder so many people like to race cars. This kind of adrenaline hormones are constantly secreted, and the crazy energy that makes the scalp numb is really addictive. The hands holding the steering wheel are sweating.

There are only four cars left in the race.

The orange-painted BMW fell behind and was chasing after him furiously.

Toledo's Chevrolet SS was still in the opposite lane.

So now, there is only one goal.

Ethan pressed the accelerator hard to speed up the black python a little. He turned his head and looked at the undercover agent in the blue GTR on the right with a grin.

His eyes were full of eagerness to try.

As long as he doesn't die, he can escape with his own trump card.

Even though he was driving at a fast speed, O'Connor noticed this look and quickly glanced to the side. The craziness in the other person's gaze made him excited.

To be able to go undercover to participate in such an operation, he also has the crazy gene.

The Viper almost overturned two cars at once. O'Connor also saw it, and his competitiveness kept emerging.

"Boom~"

He pressed the accelerator hard, and the blue GTR let out a dull roar and sped forward.

The black viper is right behind, hot on his heels.

Ethan quickly shook the gear lever to regain the speed lost in the collision.

On the tablet, a big corner came in the distance.

Next route, go right.

Looking at the satellite map above, we see another bridge not far away.

Ethan was fully focused, ready to use PIT technology to stop the FBI undercover agent's vehicle at any time, just to make this guy lose control. There was no need to use too violent means.

Two cars, you chase each other.

Fight fiercely on the neon-lit streets of Los Angeles.

Before the vehicle arrived, the sound of the engine came first.

Passers-by stopped one after another and looked at the three cars roaring towards them in surprise. One was on the left and the other two were on the right. They were all rushing towards each other with indomitable momentum.

No, there is another one.

Inside the orange BMW, Lao Hei, wearing a black knitted hat, cursed wildly.

This car also rushed forward with a desperate attitude.

Even though this is the second largest city in the United States, this scene is rare.

Just when they were about to take out their mobile phones to record this crazy scene, several eye-catching racing cars quickly disappeared from their sight, leaving behind manic roars and faint exhaust fumes.

Patrol cars don't exist.

I came here just to eat the exhaust, not to mention whether I could keep up. With O'Connor here, there was bound to be no large-scale pursuit.

Since there is an FBI undercover operation, it must be done in advance.

As the vehicle was speeding, Ethan vaguely saw several flashes of blue light.

Soon, it disappeared.

It is impossible for the FBI to let people from the Los Angeles Police Department ruin their action plan. It is estimated that they will only be released after the racing is over.

Ahead is a big intersection.

There was a lot of traffic and it was extremely busy.

Looking at the red light above, Ethan gritted his teeth and stepped on the brakes.

Break through, definitely have to break through.

But the speed should not be too fast, otherwise it would easily lead to serious accidental casualties, which he did not want to see.