My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

He wasn't the only one speeding up.

The Toledo on the far left also released the vehicle's extreme performance almost at the same time, and the exhaust pipe also spurted out tongues of flame.

The two cars rushed forward at great speed.

After watching the screen for a long time, I finally saw the real person, especially the scene of accelerating. The crowd gathered at the end of the street cheered excitedly and rushed forward, looking forward to the arrival of the first driver to cross the line.

"too early."

O'Connor grinned when he saw the vehicle speeding forward.

If you don't want to blow the engine, you can't drive the nitrogen acceleration for too long. At this distance, both of them started too early.

Unexpectedly, they made such a low-level mistake.

About a second too late, O'Connor also slammed the button.

The blue GTR roared and rushed forward.

Even though he was the last one to accelerate, the momentum was even greater, and the space in front was being swallowed up. The vision was weird at high speed, and he seemed to see the two cars being stretched.

He kept pulling and was soon passed by himself.

Now only a hundred meters away from the finish line, O'Connor's face turned red with excitement.

He forgot his mission.

All I know is that after defeating Toledo and defeating the Black Viper, I am the champion at this moment.

"Bang."

Two loud noises overlapped together.

Two cars, one on the left and one on the right, shook their heads heavily at the blue GTR that came up from the middle, and hit it almost at the same time.

"asshole."

O'Connor was shocked by the impact and yelled angrily: "Why are you doing this? It's so despicable!"

After being hit like this, the GTR's speed dropped sharply.

Apart from anything else, he basically doesn't have to consider this winner's spot.

Ethan and Toledo looked at each other, feeling sympathetic towards each other. The bastard opposite him was truly a genius.

Small tricks, really fun.

The two raised their middle fingers to each other, swung the front of the car, and rushed forward quickly.

"damn it."

O'Connor was so angry that he kept slapping the steering wheel and pressing the accelerator hard to catch up.

But at this time, it was beyond reach.

The remaining distance passed by in an instant. Even though Ethan stepped on the accelerator and Toledo shifted gears quickly, the final result was that the two cars crossed the finish line almost at the same time.

The two are equally matched.

Under thunderous cheers, the vehicles dispersed the smoke brought by the burning sticks, ending this bloody competition.

"Uh-huh!"

Toledo stepped in front of the crowd and slammed on the brakes.

The car swung and landed in front of Campos.

He held the steering wheel with one hand and looked at the other party expressionlessly. This posture was very cool.

"Boom."

As soon as he got into position, the black Viper hit hard and shook the Chevrolet SS454 several times. Toledo lost his cool look just now and was so frightened that he quickly grabbed the steering wheel.

"Hahaha."

Ethan put the parking gear on, grinned and said, "Sorry, sorry."

"My driving skills are not very good and I can't stop."

It’s a shame that he rushed here and overturned so many cars along the way. These words made Toledo’s forehead veins swell.

This bastard did it on purpose.

After crossing the line, he still bumped into himself. This was to avenge himself for abandoning him just now.

Toledo looked at the opponent's smiling face and clenched his fists tightly.

I really want to give him a punch.

But seeing Ethan's raised eyebrows, he immediately gave up that idea. There was a high probability that he would get another beating in the end.

"Ho~~~"

"Oh drink~"

"Well done!"

The crowd at the finish line burst into thunderous cheers, and more than a hundred people rushed forward. The car was slapped wildly by them, as if it would bring some good luck to those people.

Ethan had just gotten out of the car and was surrounded by the crowd again.

Excellent driving skills and toughness.

The most important thing is that he is handsome enough.

When they saw his true face, twenty or thirty girls dressed in cool clothes crowded forward crazily and launched a brutal attack on him.

"Take your time, don't rush."

Ethan was instantly submerged in the fragrance and could only try his best to control the order of the scene: "Don't worry, everyone has a share!"

One by one, the delicate lips kept touching her face.

With a curvy figure, he squeezed forward hard.

Someone grabbed his hand and pressed it on his body, and he was naturally not polite. He quickly passed through the small vests, tube tops, and bikinis, happily feeling the various sizes and elasticities.

Ethan said that now he really fell in love with underground drag racing.

This feeling is really great.

"Ouch~"

Five or six more pink arms reached down at the same time, and all kinds of force came at them. This feeling was not very good. Ethan couldn't help but cry out in pain: "Ladies, don't do this, be gentle."

On the other side, Toledo was in sharp contrast to him.

Five big and three thick men surrounded him and slapped him with heavy slaps.

The bald head was also rubbed constantly.

Toledo tried his best to parry and looked at Ethan among the women with a resentful look.

"Bah bang bang."

There was a heavy clapping of hands, followed by a loud roar: "OK, that's it, there will be a celebration party later, so put your enthusiasm aside."

With each roar, the excitement of the crowd finally eased.

They dispersed under the command of Campos' younger brother, and Campos, Phoenix, and Gizelle also walked up to the two winners.

"呲~"

Just seeing their looks, Gizelle couldn't help but chuckle.

Ethan’s face was covered with lip marks.

Hair becomes messy.

Toledo was even worse. His T-shirt was torn to pieces, revealing his strong muscles, and there were many bruises on them. The male fans were no less enthusiastic than the female fans.

Of course, the joys and sorrows of two people are different.

"Boom~"

At this moment, the blue GTR finally arrived.

"bump."

O'Connor slammed the car door and walked up angrily: "Hey, at least you two can't win me if you don't cheat!"

"if I recall it correctly."

Toledo scratched his ears and looked at his old rival with a smile: "There are no rules in this game."

"Please."

Campos spread his hands towards O'Connor and said with a smile: "I said, the game here only has a starting point and an ending point."

"You tried your best to reach the finish line. I admire you very much."

"Maybe, next time."

The opponent escaped from a desperate situation, did not give up, did not admit defeat, and found another way to catch up. This made Campos very appreciative.

However, this time the competition only requires two people.

"Coward."

Not far away, there was a cry: "I told you, you can't get this tablet."

The white boy was leaning on a sports car, swinging the tablet in his hand, followed by three long-legged girls, just like when he first arrived at the racing venue.

O'Connor glanced at the guy, his eyes flashing.

Without saying a word, he turned around, got in the car and left.