Chapter 15 Qingtai Mountain Drift Event 2

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Those motorcyclists obviously didn't believe him. Why didn't the police drive a police car? And Zhang Yang didn't wear a police uniform. Full-text novel reading is all on Shilu Literature Network)

Du Yufeng's eyes fell on the seventh corner in the distance, where the road was relatively wide, and overtaking there should be able to stop all five speeders. He loudly reminded Zhang Yang: "Sit still!" The accelerator was slammed down under his feet, and the little bread rushed away crazily and successfully overtook the two motorcyclists at the corner.

Several motorcyclists began to have a new understanding of this Songhua River bun. It seems that the final performance of the car depends not only on the performance of the car itself, but also on the driver's skills, especially on such a circling mountain road.

Du Yufeng's superb driving skills were played vividly. He had passed five curves in a row with almost no deceleration, leaving the four flying party behind him. In front of him was the sixth corner. The driver who drove the red Piaggio had seen that the small surface of the Songhua River was constantly approaching from the rear mirror, and it was also Accelerated, and the distance between the small bread was opened in an instant.

Du Yufeng felt a little bad. He had judged intuitively that the other party would not be able to successfully turn the corner ahead at such a speed. He accelerated and tried to stop him before the motorcycle rushed down the cliff, forcing the other party to stop the car, but the other party obviously misunderstood him. The red Piaggio was like the same. The flame rushed into the thick night. When the motorcyclist found a near-zero turn in front of him, he hurriedly braked, but it was too late. The tires rubbed the harsh screams on the ground, and a burning smell spread along the mountain wind. The motorcyclist screamed and flew out of the motorcycle and fell down. It took a long time for the dark cliff to hear the dull explosion.

Du Yufeng stepped on the car with all his strength, and two dark marks were added to the tire on the ground. His expression also became extremely heavy. Everything in front of him was not what he wanted to happen, and things have become completely out of control now.

The four motorcyclists behind slowed down, and they had clearly seen the whole process ahead.

Zhang Yang pushed the car door and jumped down. Several drivers looked at the pistols in his hand. Who dared to continue to move forward? He hurriedly turned the front of the car and fled to the rear.

It took a long time for Du Yufeng to get out of the car. He looked a little nervous. He asked Zhang Yang for the pistol back and put it into the holster. Zhang Yang came to the front of the cliff and looked down. There was a fire burning in his vision. It should be the flame of the explosion after the motorcycle fell. Falling from such a high place, I'm afraid that the person has fallen into mud. Zhang Yang looked back at Du Yufeng and asked in a low voice, "What should I do?"

Du Yufeng's mood is really bad now. He roared, "How do I know?"

Zhang Yang stared at him without giving in: "What the hell are you yelling at me? Anyway, it's out of the matter. You have to think of a solution. It's useless to just call it.

Du Yufeng calmed down after being roared by him. He took out the bag of red camellia, pulled out a cigarette to light it, and took a deep breath: "You guard the scene, I'll go back and call someone!"

Zhang Yang looked at Du Yufeng sympathetically, nodded and said, "Drive carefully!"

Du Yufeng patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder. The depression had been written on his face. What happened tonight was by no means a small matter. He had a hunch of his bleak future. He whispered to Zhang Yang, "Xiao Zhang, don't worry, I will take care of it all this matter and won't involve you."

Zhang Yang's heart was warm. At this time, Du Yufeng's ability to say such words is enough to prove that he is a responsible person. Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not a afraid of things. I won't evade my responsibility for tonight's affairs."

The two men looked at each other and saw the gratitude and trust in each other's eyes. Du Yufeng threw half a bag of black camellia to Zhang Yang: "Wait, I'll be right back!"

Looking at Du Yufeng driving away, Zhang Yang couldn't help sighing. Although he didn't know how this matter would affect him, he could conclude that this matter would never be easily perfunctory. Maybe someone would be unlucky because of this. Zhang Yang pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette box and followed Du Yufeng's appearance in his mouth Only then did he find that Du Yufeng did not leave fire for himself when he left. He shook his head helplessly. The night had become thicker and thicker, and there was a faint mist around him. Zhang Yang jumped twice in place, but he seemed to hear the sound of shouting for help in his ear.

Zhang Yang thought it was his own illusion, but when he listened carefully, the sound seemed to come from under the cliff, with a sharp tip. Help... Help me..." The voice was shattered by the mountain wind. If it hadn't been for Zhang's strong ear strength, this voice would have been ignored.

Zhang Yang walked to the cliff, squatted down, eliminated distractions in his mind, and tried to distinguish the sound in the night wind. The weak cry for help still continued: "Help..." This time Zhang Yang could finally conclude that there was someone under the cliff. The person who called for help must be the rider who just rushed off the cliff because the The rider's life is so big.

Du Yufeng has just left and should not come back immediately. Unfortunately, the mountains have begun to fog, and there is a trend of getting stronger and stronger. If Zhang Yang does not save people in time, once the fog is strong, it will become more difficult to find the target. What worries Zhang Yang most is that he fell from such a high cliff, the motorcycle The hand is very likely to be seriously injured. If you don't get timely treatment, you may not be able to find him.

Zhang Yang sighed and said to himself, "I haven't used light kung fu for many years!" He took a deep breath and grabbed the edge of the cliff. With the support of his arms, Zhang Yang has been suspended on the cliff. He has practiced martial arts since he was a child. At the age of ten, he was able to climb the cliff His skills have been put on hold for more than 1,300 years, but he is not unfamiliar with time. Zhang Yang slowly descended along the steep cliff. At the beginning, he did not have much confidence in his current level of light kung fu, but with the adaptation to the cliff environment, his actions became more and more comfortable.

As the distance approached, the sound began to become clearer and clearer, and the fog became thicker and thicker, which greatly affected the publicity of vision. He carefully looked for every gap in his hand and shouted, "Where are you?" I'm here to save you!"

When I heard that someone was really coming to save me, the voice became excited: "I'm under you, stuck by a stone!"

"Nonsense, I know you're under me!" Zhang Yang distinguished the position of the sound in the fog. From the voice, he heard that it should be a girl. It's really unimaginable that he galloped in the tight 18th plate just now, and the tough knight who rode first turned out to be a woman.

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