Chapter 249: Lord, please look up

Yu Ren didn't have time to think, and while watching the surveillance, he

commanded more accurately.

Lu Mian was 100% assured of him, he didn't need to think at all, and only

concentrated on implementing Yuren's route.

"There are two detour locomotives at a small intersection three hundred meters

ahead. They will appear in five seconds."

"With only two seconds left on the green light, turn left into the tunnel."

"Two-thirds of the locomotive has been thrown away, and the next roundabout

will go around three times and enter the auxiliary road at the southeast

intersection..."

Yu Ren's voice was conveyed to Lu Mian through the earphones.

Lu Mian looked calm and was only responsible for execution. Just like the

relationship between the racer and the navigator, entrusted wholeheartedly.

The three people in the car also heard Lu Mian calling. Although they didn't

know the identity of the girl, they were completely impressed by her now.

Every time they thought they were about to crash, she was able to resolve it

safely. Every time they thought they had nowhere to go, she would fall into

the dark.

She is not a boss, she is a father!

Anyway, except for the uncontrollable screaming in the car, the driver and

Liang Xueyan covered their mouths, trying not to disturb her.

But Lu Mian didn't have the slightest tension, and occasionally smiled and

chatted with the person on the other side of the phone.

"Shuai Yu, the air in Hongcheng is quite fresh..."

Three people:...

Give a knee to dad.

——

Here Xiao Qimo was sitting in the car, holding a document in his hand,

flipping through it slowly.

Mo Sr, the front co-pilot, couldn't sit still a little bit, watching the time

while instructing the driver in distracting thoughts.

"Master, please hurry up, we have an important meeting at ten o'clock. If you

are late, the impact will not be good, and you will miss the important

meeting. In case they are carrying my master’s secrets, don’t tell my master.

, Then..."

He chattered endlessly.

"Cough." A cold cough came from behind, seemingly disgusting.

Mo Sr immediately covered his mouth and stopped making noise.

"I want to go fast too, but the road conditions don't allow it." The driver

master knew that there was an unprovoked man sitting behind, and he said

bitterly, helplessly: "The two gentlemen don't know anything about it. The

traffic jam in Hongcheng is more serious. It’s not bad to be able to drive at

this time. No matter how fast it is, it’s impossible."

When Mo Stron shook his head and wanted to talk endlessly, suddenly something

flew by his side, the speed was too fast, and the blink of an eye disappeared.

He was taken aback for a moment, then stood up and looked around, only to

find--

A local taxi ahead was racing on this section of the road that was not clear

at the speed of a drag racing. Overtaking, plugging, and wiping the edges,

seamlessly without drilling and perforating, like a flexible fish, swimming in

the sea of cars.

Damn it!

Mo Sr got excited in an instant, pointing to the front and excitedly said,

"Master, how can it be impossible! Look at people! Rely on it, it's so cool!

It's also a taxi driver, why the gap is so big!"

The driver was shocked and added a question mark: It seemed to be a

colleague’s car...

Mo Sr encountered something he was interested in, and turned around to look at

Xiao Qimo in the back row: "Master, did you see that car just now? It's super

awesome! The driving skills are solid! Just now, it's not so bad. Silk touched

me!"

Xiao Qimo's thoughts didn't seem to be here, and he gave a faint hmm without

raising his head.

"Master, take a look, you won't see it right away! Really handsome! I guess

that driver must be a retired racer, too stable!"

Driver: When did Lao Fang become a retired racer?

Mo Strontium strongly Amway.

In exchange for the cold and calm eyes of the man in the back seat, there is

still a bit of unknown complexity hidden in his eyes.

"Master..."

Xiao Qimo finally got a response, and he paused with his fingers turning the

page, faintly: "Tell Mo Ni, let him report the news to you every two hours."

"what news?"

The man's calm facial features were stained with gentleness, and he pushed his

gold-rimmed glasses, "News about Mrs. Xiao in the future."