Zhang Heng looked at the cars passing him one by one, feeling a little helpless.
After all, no matter how glorious the Santana was, it would never be able to outrun a sports car. To ensure that the cylinder and tires did not explode, Zhang Heng could not do anything too drastic.
However, the current situation was within his expectations. He had read the reference information sent to him earlier, and the first half of the race was quite unfavorable for him. All he could do was try his best to keep up with the rest of the team and not fall too far behind.
It was only in the second half of the race that he could finally unleash his full potential.
When he saw the construction site in the distance, Zhang Heng turned off the headlights. Since he had the Filter Lens with him, it made no difference whether the headlights were on or not. If he turned off the headlights, the cars in front of him would not be able to locate him.
It was said that Takumi Fujiwara in Initial D used this trick as well.
He even named it — Blind.
attack。
It was probably the same as the blinding attack in the game.
Zhang Heng drove the Santana toward the construction site.
If the young man in the 911 could see him, he would be surprised by Zhang Heng's choice. Instead of taking a detour like the others, Zhang Heng did not slow down, smashed through the half-closed door, and plunged into the construction site.
Not far from him was an overturned gray truck. Considering that the Santana was traveling at a high speed, most people would not be able to dodge it if they were caught off guard. However, with the help of the Filter Lens, Zhang Heng had a panoramic view of his surroundings. The Santana's tires left two trails of smoke on the ground, and Zhang Heng easily avoided the gray truck.
Zhang Heng steered the Santana through the brick walls and waste. It felt a little like he was back in Tokyo, doing drifting training with the help of the seafood shop owner.
It took him a long time to complete all the training. Fortunately, he learned a lot after that, and he could now handle the situation with ease.
Zhang Heng barely lost any speed as he passed through the center of the construction site.
At the same time, the young man had also overtaken the tattooed man in his 911. When he turned a corner, he overtook the tattooed man from the outside, regaining the lead position. Before he could celebrate, however, he saw a black shadow speeding out from the side door of the construction site.
It landed right in front of him.
The young man in the Porsche 911 widened his eyes in disbelief. That car was the Santana 3000 that had disappeared earlier. The young man thought that Zhang Heng had given up and escaped. He never expected that Zhang Heng was still in the race, and he had quietly overtaken everyone. This was the first time Zhang Heng had snatched the first place after the race started. Considering that he was driving a Santana, the young man in the Porsche 911 would never believe it if he did not see it with his own eyes.
After that, he noticed something even more magical. The Volkswagen Santana didn't have its headlights on! Not to mention a high beam, he didn't even turn on a low beam. No, he didn't even turn! No wonder they lost track of it. But how did it pass through the construction site?
The young man in the 911 could see that Zhang Heng did not slow down at all. Although they took a detour, it wasn't too far. Considering the distance between them, even if Zhang Heng took a shortcut, he would still be able to reach him without anyone noticing. There was no way he would slow down halfway.
Could it be that the previous reference information was wrong? Were there no obstacles in this construction site? But how did the owner of the Volkswagen Santana get this information? Was he trying to get lucky after staking everything on one throw?
Although the young man in the 911 was puzzled, he still stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom.
Now was not the time to dwell on these questions. There was still about a third of the way to the finish line, and the race was far from over. Even if Zhang Heng temporarily took the lead with his incredible driving skills, the Santana was still a Santana.
It was like the gap between the nobles and the commoners. It was something that flowed in the blood.
For the first time tonight, the young people in the 911 became serious. Thirty thousand yuan was nothing to them. The key was that if they lost to a Santana 3000 while driving a bunch of excellent sports cars, it would be a lifelong shame and a shadow.
The Porsche 911 seemed to have sensed its owner's anger, and its engine roared.
Although the Santana widened the gap a little when it turned the corner, the gap between the two parties narrowed until they were neck and neck.
This was undoubtedly bad news for Zhang Heng because his basic attributes were his weakness. Once he was surpassed by the Volkswagen Santana, it would be difficult for him to catch up to the Volkswagen Santana.
The 911's taillights drew two streaks of light in the night, making the Santana look like a ghost in the dark.
However, the young man in the 911 noticed that Zhang Heng did not look panicked. On the contrary, he lowered the window and let the night wind in.
After that, Zhang Heng gestured to the young man in the 911 and pointed ahead.
"Again?!" The young man in the 911 noticed a small construction site in front of them, and his face turned pale.
They had now entered the stadium complex, and this was also the last stretch of road. After passing the unfinished shooting range construction site, they would reach the west gate of the natatorium.
Under normal circumstances, Zhang Heng would definitely take a detour.
However, the young man in the 911 also knew that Zhang Heng would definitely choose to go straight through the middle, because it was the only way he could win the race.
So, he was caught in a dilemma. On one hand, he did not believe that Zhang Heng would be so lucky every time. His reference information was wrong. On the other hand, he was really afraid that if he took a detour, Zhang Heng would appear in front of him again, and he wouldn't be able to overtake Zhang Heng again.
There was not much time left for him. At the speed of the 911, they arrived at the construction site of the shooting range in the blink of an eye. In the end, the young man gritted his teeth and chose to rush in first.
His idea was simple. If there were obstacles inside, they would be trapped together. After all, Zhang Heng was alone, and the modified car club had seven other cars. The tattooed man was only one and a half parking spaces behind them. If they took a detour, they would definitely win the race. If there were no obstacles inside, his 911 would still be the fastest.
With that, they were actually in an invincible position.
What happened next, however, was different from what he imagined. The road conditions in the construction site were indeed as complicated as the reference information he had obtained. Even someone as bold as him had to slow down time and time again for fear of danger. However, the Santana behind him seemed to be completely unaffected.
Not only did Zhang Heng not intend to slow down, but he continued to step on the accelerator, speeding up and overtaking the 911. At the same time, he nimbly avoided the steel bars that protruded from the front. The smoke and dust caused by the Santana was indescribably ironic in the eyes of the young man. It was as if Zhang Heng was mocking the 911 behind him for eating dust.
And Zhang Heng's driving skills also showed the young man what it meant to be a god.
This time, under the 911's headlights, the young man saw the Santana's performance clearly. Because he was so engrossed in the race, he did not even notice that his car had crashed into the wall beside him.
The Volkswagen Santana 3000 drove out of the shooting gallery's construction site and headed straight for the finish line. The tattooed man, who had just taken a detour, had just turned the corner. He was about a hundred meters away from the finish line. In the end, all he could do was watch Zhang Heng cross the finish line and win the race.
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