After taking the exam for Section 1 in the morning, he went straight to practice Section 2 in the afternoon. The coach is a middle-aged man dressed like an insurance salesman who doesn't leave the thermos cup in his hand. His voice is so loud that he can be heard from a distance.

The coach sat in the co-pilot, took a sip of chrysanthemum tea in the thermos cup, and was a little surprised when he saw Xu Xizhou's action of shifting gears.

"Little handsome guy, you're quite skilled, have you practiced at home?"

Xu Xizhou drove along the S lane slowly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "I'm a professional racing driver."

The thermos cup in the coach's hand suddenly flickered, staring at him suspiciously.

"Really? How can a racer drive so slowly?"

Xu Xizhou shrugged, "I'm not in a hurry, why do I drive so fast?"

The coach still didn't believe it, "Young man, you've bragged. Look at the S line you're walking on, it's too close, it's very dangerous to almost step on the line. If a professional racing driver is like you, then I can be a racing car. hand."

Xu Xizhou nodded, "You are right."

He practiced for two days in such a smooth and unhurried manner, and quickly passed the second division.

On the third day, he began to practice Division III, and the coach holding the thermos cup taught him.

They practiced on a remote country road. The coach was very at ease with him and slept in the car almost all the time. Xu Xizhou practiced for a few laps and was about to leave when he finished school. Suddenly, a siren sounded from behind.

The coach jumped up from his seat in a jiffy. His first reaction was that he thought Xu Xizhou had crashed the car, but he sat in the car well and nothing happened.

The next second, a black off-road vehicle swooped past them. A few minutes later, two police cars chased after him.

"Criminals ahead! Stop immediately and cooperate with the police! Don't be stubborn!"

Xu Xizhou stared curiously at the distant black off-road vehicle. The off-road vehicle was obviously modified, and the sound of the engine was different from that of ordinary vehicles. The two police cars couldn't catch up with him at all.

Watching one of the police cars slip and get stuck in the muddy road. Xu Xizhou narrowed his eyes, and suddenly stepped on the clutch, shifted gears, and refueled.

The car suddenly sped out like an arrow from the string, and the coach was pulled back into the seat by the seat belt, staring at him in shock.

"Xu Xizhou, what are you doing? Are you crazy?"

In less than two minutes, Xu Xizhou's car stopped in front of the police car. He stuck his head out of the car and shouted to the two policemen who were pushing the car, "Get in the car."

The two policemen got into the car hesitantly, and the older one said, "Young man, there are criminals nearby, it's very dangerous, you should leave—"

Before the older policeman could finish his words, Xu Xizhou had already stepped on the accelerator and pushed it to the highest gear. Looking at the speed of the instrument panel that was about to burst, the coach clutched his chest, feeling that his high blood pressure, which had been silent for many years, was about to commit.

"You kid is really a racing driver!"

Xu Xizhou turned his face sideways and pouted, "Forgot to say, I drive F2, so you must fasten your seat belts."

The two policemen gasped at the same time, and hurriedly fastened the seat belts in the back seat. They watched Xu Xizhou drive the coach car, which was less than 100,000 yuan, out of a top-level supercar. The engine roared and rolled up the smoke and dust, and in the field of vision, the black off-road vehicle was getting closer and closer to them.

The instructor in the passenger seat was almost out of breath, his hands tightly clutching his seat belt, and he turned his head to glance at the driver's seat. This kid is still smiling! He can still laugh!

Xu Xizhou quickly caught up with the black off-road vehicle and drove alongside it. The off-road vehicle tried to say goodbye to him several times, but he flexibly avoided him. There are bumpers on the front and rear of the off-road vehicle, and it is impossible to force a stop from the front. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the sign in front of him, and suddenly had an idea.

He slammed on the accelerator, overtook the black off-road vehicle, then put it in neutral, released the oil, and turned the steering wheel sharply to the left. The black off-road vehicle couldn't dodge in time, the body brushed his front, and suddenly its center of gravity deviates, and it slammed into the iron sign.

Looking at the off-road vehicle that rolled over on the ground, Xu Xizhou whistled very briskly, "Two police officers, you can perform your mission."

After a while without a response, he turned his head, only to find that the two policemen in the back seat were all pale, and one of them was lying on the window, looking like he was about to vomit.

Xu Xizhou:  …

Ten minutes later, seeing the criminals in the black off-road vehicle not far away being handcuffed, Xu Xizhou's heart was completely relieved. Just started the car, suddenly, a huge bang sounded.

Come on, the cylinder exploded.

He turned his head and smiled awkwardly at the earthy coach above.

"Coach, think in a good place, you can change to a new car."

"Xu-xi-zhou!" The coach's angry roar resounded throughout the road.

Xu Xizhou sat on the bench in the training ground, waiting for Zhuang Jingchun to pick him up. He was ready to be scolded by the man, but Zhuang Jingchun seemed relieved to see him.

"Do you know who you are driving after?"

"who?"

"A vicious wanted criminal who has absconded for 18 years. He is suspected of rape, rape, kidnapping for extortion, and malicious murder. The police once offered him a reward of 500,000 yuan."

"Fuck, I hit this scumbag car?"

Chapter 017

At this time, City B, thousands of miles away.

The International Internet Summit Forum is in full swing. In the VIP lounge, a figure in a suit hurriedly opened the door and walked towards the gray-haired old man surrounded by reporters in the center.

He whispered something in the ear of the old man, the old man's eyes narrowed, and the hand holding the cane clenched unconsciously.

"I'm sorry, everyone, we'll make an interview next time."

The old man apologized to the reporter very gracefully, turned around and walked to the corridor with the secretary.

"Are you sure? Did you really catch it?"

"The fingerprints and DNA have been compared. It's the scum who kidnapped the wife and the young master."