The motorcyclists apparently didn't believe him, why didn't the police drive the police car? And Zhang Yang didn't wear a police uniform.

Du Yufeng's eyes fell on the seventh bend in the distance, where the road was relatively wider, and overtaking there should be able to stop all the five bikers, and he reminded Zhang Yang loudly: "Sit tight!" With the throttle slammed down, the bread scurried ahead and overtook the two motorcyclists at the corner.

Several motorcyclists began to have a new understanding of this Songhuajiang bun, and it seems that the final result of the car depends not only on the performance of the car itself, but more importantly on the skill of the driver, especially on such a winding mountain road.

Du Yufeng's superb driving skills were brought into full play, he almost didn't slow down and drove through five corners in a row, leaving the four bikers behind, and the sixth corner was ahead, the driver who drove the red Piaggio had seen from the rearview mirror that the small noodles of the Songhua River were constantly approaching, and he obviously began to accelerate, and instantly opened the distance between him and the small bread.

Du Yufeng felt a little bad, he intuitively judged that the other party would definitely not be able to successfully turn the corner in front of him at such a speed, he accelerated forward and tried to intercept him before the motorcycle rushed down the cliff, forcing the other party to brake, but the other party obviously misunderstood what he meant, the red Piaggio rushed into the thick night like a flame, when the motorcyclist found a near-zero turn in front of him, and hurriedly braked, but it was too late, and the tires rubbed on the ground with a piercing scream, A scorching smell spread through the mountain wind, and the motorcyclist screamed and flew off the motorcycle, falling into the pitch-black cliff below, before a dull explosion was heard.

Du Yufeng stepped on the brakes with all his strength, and the tires added two more dark marks on the ground, and his expression became extremely heavy, everything in front of him was not what he wanted to happen, and things had developed to the point where they were completely out of control.

The four motorcyclists in the back slowed down, and they could clearly see what was happening in front of them.

Zhang Yang pushed the car door and jumped down, several drivers looked at the pistol in his hand, who dared to continue to move forward, hurriedly turned the head of the car, and fled to the rear.

Du Yufeng got out of the car after a while, his expression was a little nervous, he asked Zhang Yang for a pistol, put it in the holster, Zhang Yang came to the cliff, looked down, there was a fire burning in his field of vision, it should be the fire ignited by the explosion after the motorcycle fell. Falling from such a high place, I am afraid that the person has already fallen into a pulp, Zhang Yang looked back at Du Yufeng, and asked in a low voice: "What should I do?" ”

Du Yufeng's mood was really bad now, and he roared angrily: "How does Lao Tzu know? ”

Zhang Yang glared at him without flinching: "What the hell are you yelling at me?" Anyway, the matter has already come out, and we have to think of a solution, just to call it a fart. ”

Du Yufeng calmed down when he yelled, he took out the bag of red camellia, took out a cigarette and lit it, and inhaled hard: "You guard the scene, I'll go back and call someone!" ”

Zhang Yang looked at Du Yufeng with some sympathy, nodded and said, "Be careful when driving!" ”

Du Yufeng patted Zhang Yang's shoulder, depression was already written on his face, what happened tonight was by no means a trivial matter, he had a premonition of his bleak future, he whispered to Zhang Yang: "Xiao Zhang, don't worry, I will take all this matter and will not affect you." ”

Zhang Yang's heart warmed, at this time Du Yufeng was able to say such a thing, which was enough to prove that he was a responsible person, Zhang Yang smiled and said: "Don't worry, I am not a person who is afraid of things, and I will not evade responsibility for tonight's matter." ”

The two men glanced at each other, both saw the gratitude and trust in each other's eyes, Du Yufeng threw half a bag of red camellia to Zhang Yang: "You wait, I'll be back soon!" ”

Watching Du Yufeng drive away, Zhang Yang couldn't help sighing, although he didn't know what the impact of this incident would be, but one thing can be concluded that this matter will never be easy to perfunctory, and someone will be unlucky because of this, Zhang Yang took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and puffed it in his mouth like Du Yufeng, only to find that Du Yufeng didn't leave a fire for himself when he left, and shook his head helplessly, the night has become thicker and thicker, and there was a faint mist around, Zhang Yang jumped twice in place. But I seemed to hear a cry for help.

Zhang Yang thought it was his own illusion, but when he listened carefully, the voice seemed to come from under the cliff, sharp and thin. "Help...... Help me......" The voice was blown to pieces by the mountain wind, and if it weren't for Zhang Daguan's super ear power, this voice would definitely be ignored.

Zhang Yang walked to the cliff, squatted down, eliminated distracting thoughts in his mind, tried to distinguish the voice in the night wind, and the faint cry for help continued: "Help ......" This time Zhang Yang can finally conclude that there is someone under the cliff, and the person calling for help must be the rider who rushed off the cliff just now because the car was out of control, and he didn't expect this rider's life to be so big.

Du Yufeng just left, should not come back immediately, unfortunately, the mountains have begun to fog, and there is a tendency to get thicker and thicker, if Zhang Yang does not go to save people in time, once the fog is thick, it will become more difficult to find the target, the most worrying thing for Zhang Yang is that from such a high cliff fall, the motorcyclist is very likely to be seriously injured, if he is not treated in time, he may not be able to survive to find him.

Zhang Yang sighed and said to himself: "It's been many years since Lao Tzu didn't use light work!" Taking a deep breath, grasping the edge of the cliff, using the support of his arms, Zhang Yang has been suspended above the cliff, he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and at the age of ten he was able to climb the cliff with his bare hands, although this ability has been shelved for more than 1,300 years, but he has not been rusty because of time, Zhang Yang slowly descended along the steep cliff, at the beginning, he did not have much confidence in his current light skill level, but with the adaptation to the cliff environment, his actions became more and more free.

As the distance approached, the voice began to become clearer and clearer, and the fog became thicker and thicker, which greatly affected Zhang Yang's vision, and he carefully searched for every gap in his hand, and said loudly: "Where are you?" I'm here to save you! ”

Hearing that someone was really coming to save him, the voice became excited: "I'm under you, stuck in a stone!" ”

", I know you're below me!" Zhang Yang could distinguish the location of the voice in the mist, and from the voice he heard that it should be a young girl, it was really unimaginable, just now galloping across the eighteen plates, the fierce knight who took the lead turned out to be a woman.