Ji Mo smiled confidently, nodded, and then drove the car forward, keeping the same level as the No. 666 red sports car.

None of them are in the first position, but in the second row.

This is Ji Mo's habitual position, ranking later, not very advantageous position, and finally defeating the opponent, the feeling of success will be even better.

Does No. 666 think the same way as him?

Realizing that he seemed to be thinking a little too much, Ji Mo shrugged his shoulders and shook off this ridiculous thought.

A beautiful woman in a tight miniskirt walks out with a flag in her hand, and the game is about to begin.

The contestants started their engines, and the shrill roar came and went, making the hearts of the spectators nervous.

The beauty waved the flag in her hand a few times regularly, and finally slammed down handsomely, and seven or eight cars flew past her sides like arrows from the string.

The crowd also cheered and looked forward to tonight's game.

"You say, 'Who wins?' Is it the little fresh meat Ji Shao that has only appeared in recent months, or is it our old God of War No. 666? ”

"No. 666, after all, she has won all our masters here."

"Yes, I also have more confidence in No. 666, she is ruthless, she is famous."

"I buy Ji Shao to win, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and No. 666 may die on the beach in front of the waves, hehe."

"I don't know who's going to win, but I hope it's Ji Shao. Because Ji Shao is the most powerful except for No. 666, maybe Ji Shao will win and make No. 666 show his face. I know you're also curious to know who number 666 is and what it looks like. ”

This person's words did speak everyone's minds, their curiosity about No. 666 had reached a critical point, and their hearts were itching.

"Well said, our curiosity about the number 666 has far outstripped the results."

Everyone pinned their hopes on Ji Mo, hoping that he could uncover the mystery of No. 666.

Fan Yinan and the three of them only listened to other people's discussions, and there was a trace of interest in No. 666, which was more of a signal to Ji Mo.

When he was in the United States, Xiaomo was one of the top two masters in the drag racing circle, with first-class technology and car performance, and now he rarely loses.

The two-way two-lane highway is like a sleeping python, entrenched on the top of the mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, two sports cars, one yellow and one red, were running at high speed in the dark, like two dazzling flames.

Behind them, only the strong wind blows, leaving the other opponents far away in an unknown position.

The mountain breeze blew Ji Mo's hair, messy and unscrupulous, and under the broken hair was a pair of black eyes as sharp as an eagle's falcon, with a hint of jumping excitement, staring closely at the fiery red sports car five or six meters in front of him.

At home and abroad, he has been racing countless times, and it is the first time that someone can run in front of him in the first half of the race.

This No. 666, the technique is so spicy, several corners are thrilling, watching her car is dangerous, she may turn over and fall off the cliff, but in the end it is stable, nothing happens.

Perfect, number 666, you have succeeded in arousing Ben Shao's fighting spirit.

Ji Mo's beautiful and wild thin lips were raised, his obsidian-like eyes shone with excitement, the movements in his hands were skillful and cool, and the steering wheel was endowed with magic by him, constantly turning.

After entering the straight, he suddenly accelerated, and the yellow sports car with the aerodynamic system sped away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally, he overpowered the fiery No. 666, and his heart was very happy.

He stretched out his left hand towards 666, who was lagging behind, made a poor gesture, and stuck his head out, with a cool smile of arrogance.