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Chapter 667

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About 25 minutes later, Little K received news that the rest of the team had reached the finish line. At the same time, she sent a copy of the road conditions along the way for the drivers to refer to.

At this time, the nine cars, including Zhang Heng, were lined up on the road.

They were lined up in three rows, and there was no need to draw lots. The modified car club arranged for Zhang Heng's Volkswagen to be in the middle of the first row, with a 911 on his left and a Mercedes-Benz SL on his right.

There were also BMW and Jaguar waiting behind him.

Even if they didn't take into account their modifications, Zhang Heng was completely at a disadvantage in terms of the basic parameters.

The 911 could accelerate from 100 kilometers in 3.9 seconds, with a maximum horsepower of 420. In comparison, the Santana could accelerate from 3000 kilometers in 11 seconds, with a maximum horsepower of 101. This was no longer a question of who was stronger. They were not even on the same level, and there was no way to compare them.

Although the complexity of the road limited the 911's maximum speed, the gap between the two sides was not something that could be made up for with mere maneuvering.

Although Takumi Fujiwara was driving an AE86, it was still a modified AE86. If Zhang Heng's Polo was with him, he was absolutely sure that he could win this race. Now, however, he needed to think of another way.

Zhang Heng had originally prepared for the worst and prepared to cause trouble with the Water-Melting Metal.

Before he left the house, he had already put a thumb-sized piece of the Water-Melting Metal into a half-empty mineral water bottle. It was only two hours away from the effective time, but after reading the reference information, Zhang Heng felt that he could still win this race.

After all, while it was convenient to use the Water-Melting Metal to cause damage, it would also cause a certain amount of trouble afterward. Although the people from the modified car club were not professional drivers, they were still people who knew a lot about cars. As long as they did a quick check, they would be able to find something unusual.



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Little K stood in the middle of the road in a skimpy outfit, her eyes sweeping across the nine cars in front of her.

Her eyes deliberately lingered on Zhang Heng's Santana for half a second.

Following her question, all the racers stepped on the accelerator, making the engine roar, as if they were men showing off their muscles to their heart's content.

Zhang Heng knew that even if he stepped on the accelerator, the Volkswagen Santana would be drowned out by the crowd. So, he stuck one hand out of the car window and made an 'OK' gesture, eliciting another round of laughter.

Little K also smiled. After confirming that all the racers were ready, she raised an arm and began to count down. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, go!"

As her arm fell down.

The late-night racing competition finally kicked off. The nine cars spun like tigers that had just been released from their cages, racing forward!

In order to make up for the attribute gap between him and the sports car, Zhang Heng adopted a catapult start. Before the race began, he would put the clutch in first gear, leave the clutch in a semi-linked state, and let the accelerator reach 3,000 rpm. After that, he would quickly lift the clutch, step on the accelerator with his right foot, increase the speed to near the red line, put it in second gear, and continue squeezing the engine's power. Then, he would change gears again until the tires were smoking. Almost at the same time, Zhang Heng released the brake.

The Santana's engine output the maximum torque from the moment it took off. The powerful acceleration made Zhang Heng's body stick to the seat, and he was only a little slower than the 911 on the left at 100 km/h.

Zhang Heng breathed a sigh of relief. However, this method was very damaging to the Santana 3000. Not only would the clutch be damaged, but the tires and gearbox would also be damaged to a certain extent. It could only be used occasionally for emergencies. Fortunately, grandpa maintained the car well, and he successfully completed the ejection start.

But soon, the 911 on the left completely overtook him with its excellent performance, followed by a Mercedes-Benz SL on the right. The latter even opened the window and gave him the middle finger.

And that was just the beginning. After that, two more cars overtook him.

It wasn't until the first bend that Zhang Heng managed to catch up with them. But the good times didn't last long. Once they got on the straight road, the performance advantage of a sports car was once again on full display.

The 911 took the lead. Ever since it overtook Zhang Heng, it had been leading the way into the tunnel.

Not to be outdone, the Mercedes-Benz SL followed closely behind. The tattooed man, who was originally in the second row, had now caught up with him. The two cars were basically neck and neck.

Zhang Heng and his Volkswagen Santana 3000 had fallen to fifth place.

However, considering that his car was the worst among all the contestants, his ranking made the young man in the 911 look up to him. Unfortunately, the fifth place couldn't win the race, and it seemed that he wouldn't be able to maintain his position until the end.

Half a minute later, when all the cars rushed out of the tunnel, Zhang Heng's Santana had fallen to sixth place. And this was because he had been keeping an eye on the cars behind him. The road itself was wide, and once the cars on the left and right of him left him behind, it would be easy for the cars behind him to overtake him.

He had some skills, but he was overestimating himself.

This was what the young man in the 911 thought of Zhang Heng.

The distance between the finish line and the starting point seemed to be very far, but with their current speed, it would only take them six to seven minutes to finish a lap.

In other words, they had almost completed one-fifth of the circuit, and there were now four spaces between the Santana and the 911. Although Zhang Heng wouldn't be able to see the car's taillights at the end of the lap, the only thing that awaited him was the fate of being suppressed.

However, Zhang Heng didn't seem to be in too much of a hurry. Although cars kept overtaking him, he still maintained his previous speed (the most important thing was that he couldn't go faster even if he wanted to). After another two minutes, they were already halfway through the race, and Zhang Heng and his Santana were now at the bottom of the pack.

The millennials weren't doing too well either, dropping two places. On the other hand, the tattooed man was in a good state today. He actually found an opportunity to overtake the 911 and temporarily occupy the lead position.

Then, the young man in the 911 noticed in the rearview mirror that his Santana had disappeared.

Did he give up?

Seeing that there was no hope left, he decided to run away?

If Zhang Heng had listened to his advice and left, the young man in the 911 wouldn't have bothered him anymore. However, Zhang Heng's words had successfully angered him, and he wasn't going to let Zhang Heng go so easily. He was never a kind-hearted person, and he had already memorized Zhang Heng's car number. With his family's influence, he would be able to find Zhang Heng in no time.

By then, he would have plenty of ways to force Zhang Heng to fulfill his bet. However, the race wasn't over yet. Even if Zhang Heng quit, the modified car club's eight cars were still there. As the club's president, he didn't want to lose any race.

Less than 500 meters ahead was a large construction site. Although it was the shortest way to go through it, according to the information provided by the scouts, the road inside was difficult to traverse. It was full of potholes, and there were a lot of abandoned building materials. Especially since it was night time now, they might as well take a detour.

Therefore, the young man in the 911 did not hesitate to turn around in front of the construction site's gate.

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