Soon, the four of them parked their cars side by side.
From left to right are Meng Wenzhou's Daniel, Su Yang's 911 turbos, Pan Ning's SF90 and Zhang Ziming's Aston Martin DBS.
Any of these four cars would be a top-notch sports car that would turn heads when it drives on the road.
Now the four cars stopped together to compete in straight-line acceleration, which seemed a bit dreamy to Su Yang.
He was a poor loser a few days ago, but now he has become friends with several rich second-generations. Sometimes he wonders if this is a dream.
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Four sports cars were parked side by side. Judging from the data alone, only Su Yang's 911 turbos had a six-cylinder engine and the least horsepower, at only 650.
The Ferrari SF90 is a 4.0T, eight-cylinder engine, and is also equipped with three electric motors for assistance, with a maximum horsepower of 1,000.
Both the BMW and the DBS have terrifying 12-cylinder engines: the BMW 6.5L, 770 horsepower, and the DBS 5.2T, 725 horsepower.
Just looking at the data, Su Yang has already lost, but Su Yang is not panicked. He is very clear about the strength of his car. He waits for Liu Bo to give orders with a smile on his face.
At this time, Liu Bo got a small red flag from somewhere.
He walked to the four cars, stood in front of them, and said loudly, "Everyone, get ready and listen to my command. I will count down to three, and when I say one, you will set off."
"First round, floor the gas. If you understand, press the horn."
Ding ding ding.
Four horn blasts sounded.
"Okay, get ready!! Three...two...!!" Liu Bo waved the small red flag in his hand and slashed it down suddenly.
Yi's voice was also shouted at the same time, and Su Yang immediately welded the accelerator.
In an instant, four sports cars burst out with a manic roar and rushed out.
However, the first one to rush out was the turbos with the least horsepower, followed by Pan Ning's sf90, Meng Wenzhou's Daniel and Zhang Ziming's DBS were equally matched.
Su Yang was using manual mode, and he quickly turned the shift paddles on the steering wheel.
The car with the worst data started the fastest.
A hundred meters later, Su Yang watched Pan Ning's red Ferrari gradually approaching in the rearview mirror. He was secretly surprised: "Oh my god, so powerful?"
At this time, Su Yang wished he could step on the accelerator a little deeper. He had already stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, but his lead was slowly being caught up by Pan Ning.
When they were more than halfway through the journey, Pan Ning successfully overtook Su Yang.
The big bull behind it has also opened up a gap with the DBS, but the gap between the two cars is not very big, with the big bull only leading by half a car space.
But it was impossible for these two cars to catch up with Su Yang and Pan Ning.
The 400-meter race ended in the blink of an eye. Pan Ning was the first to cross the finish line, Su Yang was second, Meng Wenzhou was third, and Zhang Ziming was fourth.
After the four people crossed the line, they stopped the car. Zhang Ziming ran out of the car and looked at them in disbelief.
"I'm kidding! How come you guys are so awesome? My 5.2T V12 is actually ranked last?"
"Did you guys brush it?"
Pan Ning glared at Zhang Ziming: "Do you need it? Even if I let you swipe, you can't outrun me."
"I admit I can't outrun you. After all, your car is a hybrid and has 1,000 horsepower, but why can't I outrun these two? Especially this 911."
As he spoke, he walked to Su Yang's car and walked around it.
"Yangyang, are you sure you didn't brush it?"
Su Yang was stunned. He didn't expect this guy to call him Yang Yang so affectionately. However, he just smiled and said, "Of course, it's pure original."
"Are factory turbos this powerful? If I remember correctly, this car only has 650 horsepower, and it's a six-cylinder."
Zhang Ziming walked to the driver's seat with a look of surprise on his face and looked around.
Meng Wenzhou didn't care about winning or losing. He walked up and said with a smile, "Don't be fooled by the fact that this car only has 650 horsepower, but Porsche's PDK transmission is amazing. It can accelerate from 0 to 100 km/h in 2.7 seconds. You can't beat that."
"I have over 700 horsepower and 12 cylinders, and I'm still not convinced I lost!"
"Keep going, this time we'll all use catapult mode."
"Okay, that should be the reason. If I had ejected, I could at least have gotten second place. Come on, let's go back and try again."
The four of them got into the car and drove it back to the starting point.
Liu Bo walked forward with a smile: "The SF90 is really powerful."
"How can it not be powerful? With the power of three motors, who can outrun it?" Zhang Ziming said with a smile.
"Okay, let's use the catapult mode for the second round. Are you ready?" Liu Bo shouted loudly.
The four of them honked their horns in turn.
Liu Bo stood in front of the car again, "Okay! Get ready!"
The four vehicles suddenly exploded with a loud sound, and all were ready for ejection.
“Three…two…one!!!”
As the voice fell, Su Yang suddenly released the brake with his left foot, and stepped on the accelerator with his right foot. The turbos burst out instantly, and the strong push on his back pressed him against the seat. He was the first to rush out again.
The 911 turbos start really strong.
This time, due to the launch, the turbos were able to perform to their full potential, gradually expanding their lead.
However, just halfway through the journey, Pan Ning caught up again.
Su Yang looked at the right rearview mirror and said speechlessly, "Fuck you, again?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Pan Ning was already on par with Su Yang, and then surpassed Su Yang again.
Su Yang patted the steering wheel and shouted unwillingly: "I lost!"
Meng Wenzhou and Zhang Ziming could only breathe the exhaust gas from the two cars in front of them.
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