Orange Red Era * 230 opened Porsche is Schumacher?

  In Jiangbei City, the taxis are all old models, Santana, Jetta and Fukang. Many people also buy these old models as work cars or private cars, especially white Fukangs, which can be seen everywhere in Jiangbei City. Such a shabby car dares to challenge a Porsche, it's no wonder that the Silver Dragon is furious.

  Just now in the bar, he had already drunk a dozen Tsingtao Silver Dragon beers. The intoxication and stubborn temper came together, and he didn't believe it - his 700,000 RMB Porsche Boxster was beaten by a 60,000 RMB Fookang! Just now, he lost one round because he underestimated the opponent, and there was also a burden in the car. Now that the burden has been kicked out, he can show off his skills.

  The other car's window was tightly closed, and the driver's face couldn't be seen clearly, but Silver Dragon could guess that behind the glass there was an extremely arrogant face, staring at him with contempt. This made Silver Dragon, who had never been bullied since childhood, extremely furious, and he wildly stepped on the accelerator, making a loud noise as the two cars sped away one after the other.

  To be honest, the Fukang car is not bad, it's a replica of Citroen's main model ZX in the 80s, with a rear-wheel steering system, a drag coefficient of only 0.315, and excellent cornering and high-speed performance. However, Fukang is after all Fukang, no matter how good its condition is, it can't be a match for Porsche, especially when it comes to acceleration, Porsche can leave Fukang far behind in an instant.

  But even the best car needs a good driver to bring out its performance. Giving an ordinary person a Porsche doesn't necessarily mean they can drive it as well as Schumacher drives his Ford, especially on this winding mountain road with many sharp turns and in the dark of night, where one slight mistake could send you plummeting into the depths below.

  Yin Long's driving skills are not great, his specialty is only being a spendthrift. Even his ways of picking up girls are simple and rough, using money to force his way, if that doesn't work then he'll just take what he wants by force. This kind of rich second-generation buying sports cars is just for show, as for picking up girls, just showing off on the streets is enough, who has time to practice driving skills?

  But after all, the Silver Dragon is driving a Porsche, although it's the cheapest model of Porsche, it's still a Porsche, with nearly 800,000 yuan under his butt, he naturally has a lot of guts.

  A thrilling and intense racing competition has begun, with two cars, one red and one white, fiercely competing on the mountain road. The Porsche was initially left behind by the Ford, but whenever they reached a straight stretch of road, the Silver Dragon would accelerate and catch up. However, when they encountered a turn, it had to slow down, allowing the Ford to recklessly overtake it. With a smooth and agile drift around the corner, the Ford left the Porsche in its dust, infuriating the Silver Dragon, who slammed on the steering wheel and cursed nonstop.

  In the dead of night, the Pan Mountain Highway was quiet and dark all around, with only the bright headlights shining on the asphalt road. The Silver Dragon had been holding back for a long time, but as he approached the top of the mountain, he finally couldn't resist anymore and stepped on the gas to chase after. As he approached a curve, he also wanted to drift, but suddenly a patch of black oil appeared on the road surface, shocking him. Oh no! The Silver Dragon instinctively turned the steering wheel hard and slammed on the brakes, but it was too late.

  The red sports car, driven by a 2.9-liter Porsche Boxster engine, took a sharp turn on the curve at a speed of 160 kilometers per hour and encountered an oil slick on the ground. All those ABS, EBD, ASR, ESP were useless, even if a god descended from heaven to save it.

  Porsche, like a wild bull, burst through the highway guardrail with a loud roar, rushing towards the deep and dark valley without any hesitation. In the moment when the car was airborne, the wine in Silver Dragon's head turned into cold sweat, pouring out from every pore of his body. He finally woke up to find himself falling down with the car, only able to let out a shrill cry that pierced through the silent night sky.

  "Bang!" The Porsche crashed onto the gravel slope below, probably due to a broken oil road, and encountered some sparks, instantly turning into a blazing inferno, illuminating half of the sky.

  On the winding mountain road, a white Ford suddenly braked to a stop. The window rolled down slowly, revealing a stern face. Flames reflected off his angry face, and in his deep eyes, hatred gradually faded away.

  Down the mountain, a long dragon composed of car lights is approaching, the Silver Dragon's friends are coming, Fugang rolls up the window and leaves without a trace.

  ……

  After the friends of Yinlong arrived, they saw that Porsche had turned into a raging fire and were frightened. None of these rich kids dared to go up and use the fire extinguisher to put out the fire, but instead hugged their phones and cried loudly, calling their dads, moms, uncles, and big brothers for help.

  Before long, the traffic police and firefighters arrived, but it was too late. The Porsche had been burned to ashes, and the person in the driver's seat had turned into a charred corpse. At this time, Silver Dragon's mother finally arrived in a black BMW 740. Seeing her son's tragic state, she suddenly sat down on the ground, then got up again and rushed towards the traffic police who were investigating and taking pictures beside her. She frantically tore at and pulled the police officers, hysterically cursing: "Return my son to me!"

  The police officer beside her hurried over to persuade her, saying it was a traffic accident and how could they blame the police? The woman viciously said: "My son drives so recklessly every day, you police don't even care! You're derelict in your duty! It's all of you who killed my son! I'm going to sue you, make you all lose your jobs!"

  The traffic police were at a loss, this logic is too strong. Silver Dragon is a notorious bad boy in the traffic police team, his record of violations is staggering, and he should have had his license revoked thousands of times. But he has connections, so even if he was drunk driving and killed someone, nothing would happen to him. Now that something like this has happened, it's all because of you parents spoiling your children, and has nothing to do with us traffic police.

  But the police didn't dare say anything, this woman had come in a BMW 740, and they couldn't afford to offend her.

  Suddenly a policeman shouted loudly, and it turned out that he had found a woman who was unconscious on the side of the road, covered in abrasions, with her leopard-print skirt torn. He quickly lifted her into an ambulance for emergency treatment.

  The traffic police investigated along the winding mountain road, and finally found the traces of the Porsche rushing out of the highway guardrail at the top of the mountain. This bend is very steep, and it seems that the braking distance is relatively short. There is also a puddle of oil on the ground. The traffic police all clicked their tongues, playing drifting in such road conditions, isn't this looking for death? Does this kid think he's Schumacher just because he drives a Porsche?

  Soon, the Silver Dragon's father also arrived in a Cadillac, this middle-aged fat man was relatively calm, asking who was racing with his son, those spoiled sons didn't make a sound, half a day passed before someone said, we were all behind, no one was racing with him.

  Nian Pangzi's face turned black and he didn't say a word, half a day later he picked up his phone to make calls, stirring up all the people who could be stirred up, including the traffic police detachment leader, the criminal police brigade leader, insurance company personnel, and a large group of subordinates. The highway was filled with people and cars, and even TV stations came to join in on the excitement, but they were immediately chased away by the crowd.

  Whether Yinlong was racing with others, the leopard girl is the only witness, but she has been in a deep coma and can only be questioned after being out of danger. For now, we can only further investigate the road surface, remove the car wreckage and the victims' bodies.

  The Porsche wreckage was finally towed away by the traffic police at 5 am, and a nearby policeman suddenly muttered: "Isn't this the same section where that sanitation worker was killed in an accident some time ago?"

  Isn't it true that the Porsche crash site was less than 100 meters away from the scene where a sanitation worker surnamed Zhang died.

  For a moment everyone was silent, and the retribution came so quickly that it was unbelievable.

  "Alas, I said it last time, such a sinful guy, no one takes care of him, heaven will come to collect him." A veteran traffic police officer with white temples on both sides of his head sighed and said.

  ……

  The leopard girl regained consciousness on the second night and recounted the situation to the traffic police, criminal police, and Silver Dragon's family.

  "Yin Long and I drove to the foot of the mountain, when a white taxi suddenly appeared, stepped on the gas pedal wanting to race with us. Yin Long was angry and sped up, but didn't win, so... he kicked me out of the car. What happened later, I don't know."

  "Nonsense! You little cheap thing dare to frame my son, I'll fight you!" Silver Dragon's mother, that fierce woman, pounced on her with claws outstretched, scaring the leopard-print girl into loud wails. The police rushed to hold her back.

  "Fu Kang? Are you sure?" The captain of the traffic police accident brigade frowned and asked, others were also puzzled, this was too far-fetched, Fu Kang destroyed a Porsche, who would believe that.

  "Uh, it's a Ford, one of those two-door types, similar to the taxis on the street." The leopard-print woman said nervously, still shaken by her close call, her face reflecting her distress.

  "Did you get a clear look at the license plate?" the captain asked.

  "No."

  The captain of the accident team took out a picture album from his bag, flipped it open, and pointed to an old-fashioned white two-door car inside, saying: "Take a closer look, is this the kind of car?"

  The leopard girl was even more confused, she was originally a car blind person, only recognizing brands such as BMW, Mercedes-Benz and Porsche, and had no idea about specific models. That night she also drank a lot of wine, speeding so excitedly, how could she remember clearly? Moreover, the picture of this car in the brochure looked similar to the two-door Fokker, she shook her head in confusion, then nodded again.

  The team leader put away the album and said confidently: "I was right, it's not a Corolla AE86."

  "But!" someone interrupted, "Not just Jiangbei City, but the whole province doesn't have an AE86 either."

  Everyone turned around, and the speaker was a handsome and elegant policewoman with a criminal police badge on her chest, who was from the Criminal Police University.

  "What did you mean by that, Little Hu?" The captain of the accident squad was still quite respectful to this female cop.

  Hu Rong sat down beside the bed and stared into the eyes of the leopard-print woman, asking: "I'm asking you, where did you come from that night?"

  “1912”

  "Have you drunk?"

  "How much have you drunk?"

  "Answer me, if you drank it then you drank it, if you didn't drink it then you didn't drink it!"

  "I've had enough..."

  "Do you have drugs?"

  "What medicine?" The leopard-print woman was clearly starting to get scared.

  "Don't play dumb, you know what I mean!" The female detective's tone was stern.

  "Knocked out..."

  "What's going on! Ecstasy? Ketamine? K powder? Or ice?"

  "The powder addict..." the leopard-print woman said in a low voice.

  "I've finished asking questions." The female detective stood up casually.