G of L Chapter 92: Demolition in Six Seconds.

 

"Fuck it!"

Brother Wang and the little fat man looked at each other, obviously a little unbelievable about their crow's mouth.

Wang Yan was sluggish for a second, and hurriedly shouted: "What about the fire extinguisher? Hurry up!" 

The nearest car was on the track 10 meters away. Since he dared to play the game, no matter how amateurish he was, he should definitely be equipped with a fire extinguisher.

In fact, as early as when they rushed to rescue, there were three racers carrying fire extinguishers, but in the face of Huang Xu's luck, those three racers carrying fire extinguishers rushed towards Chen Yuhang's GT3 RS. First of all, it may be because the damage to that car looked more tragic. Second, Wang Yan could not recognize who owned the car, and fellow drivers will never admit Chen Yuhang wrong.

It was always an interesting test to save who was the first who needed to save in an accident. However, the 911 did not catch fire. Instead, the GT3 RS had problems due to non-professional over-modification, and when the guys hurriedly turned around and ran here, the flames had risen 50 cm high.

Wang Yan jumped up, grabbed the little fat man, and grabbed the wrench in his hand.

"Weiwei hid your face!"

After the initial panic, Lin Weiwei was now able to think about normal communication, and immediately pulled the airbag and covered her face as soon as she heard the words.

The airbag was only inflated at the moment when the anti-collision pops up, and then it would slowly deflate. Lin Weiwei stretched out her hand and pulled it gently. The side airbag immediately protected her upper body, and then she only heard a "bang" near her ear. It was a loud noise.

Wang Yan still had some common knowledge in life, knowing that the side glass of the car was made of tempered material, and it was easier to break when knocking on the four corners. With all his strength, the wrench was pulled down, and the glass broke into pieces with cracks, but it still stuck together and did not fall off.

"Useless brother, the window glass of the 911 is...fuck!"

Wang Yan had no time to care about what the poisoned milk was talking about. If he couldn't break it, he could do it in a few more times, and it was done!

Bang bang bang!

There were some hits of the wrench at each of the four corners, like a black leather possession. Even laminated glass couldn't withstand this kind of damage. After all, it was not a special material that has been bulletproofed. That was the thickness. After the violent demolition, Wang Yan finally created a starting point. He immediately grabbed the door frame with both hands and called Lin Weiwei: "Sister Weiwei, hold the door handle, push it hard!"

Lin Weiwei did so immediately after hearing the words, without wasting time at all. The limit of her psychological quality may not be high, but the recovery was really fast. With her cooperating in it, he took a little more grasp, stretched his feet on the body of the 911, leaned back, and shook desperately.

The poisonous milk king started to mutter eagerly again: "Brother, wait a minute, I'll find a crowbar for you right away, this car door has been deformed and the metal frame is stuck..." 

In fact, this man was not doing anything at all. Not only he had helped to stabilize the body of the front tire, but he also had been calling people to rescue. He was also a command and an idea, and the attitude was very positive. However, in the current situation, just having an attitude was far!

Wang Yan didn't know much and didn't even touch a car, so he didn't have any confidence in his heart. But things still have to be done. Since the wisdom and experience were not enough, then just go...recklessly! There was only strength left now, and he had no idea.

But he had nothing he could do. Will he stand by and watch? Sorry, he couldn't do it!

"Bang Bang Bang! Kang Dang Kang Dang!"

Wang Yan kicked the aluminum alloy metal plate at the rear of the car body, and at the same time, shook the door with all his strength.

The strength of 79, the agility of 79, and the physique of 79 each played an indispensable role at this moment. 　　

The evaluation mechanism of the system is very simple, 99 points were the limit of the attribute, 100 points were perfect in theory, but in fact this will never be achieved.

90-99 points were a super genius, great intelligence, and superhuman strength.

80-89 were geniuses, corresponding to the top people in various industries.

79 points were an excellent top, only one step could be made into the ranks of genius.

Running at full speed, Wang Yan's agility of 79 points, sprinting more than 80 meters, took more than 9 seconds.

Converted it to about 100 meters, it was 11 seconds.

It didn't sound amazing; it was probably only the level of a national first-class athlete. However, sprinting had skills in it. It did not mean that if the physical fitness reached the standard, he could run well.

The strength was relatively more stable. Static strength and explosive strength had clear test methods, which were not affected by skills.

The current human limit was about 540 kg squat, 290 kg bench press, and 340 kg deadlift.

And an unbelievably exaggerated record-desktop leg flexion and extension, 14.6 tons.

But Wang Yan's current posture was actually a non-standard table-top leg flexion and extension. The combination of the pedaling power of the leg and the pulling power of the hand could burst out the greatest energy. Limited by his body size, his bench-top leg flexion and extension were definitely not up to 80% of the limit record. After all, it was an achievement created by a 240 kg strong man.

However, even if it was only 40%, minus the weakening caused by the non-standard posture of the force, it meant up to 2-3 tons of static pulling force.

After a violent kick, a shake, and an operation, the door groaned crunchingly and twisted.

Wang Yan keenly found the best posture for exerting force-table-leg flexion and extension, and then immediately changed the routine, instead of impacting with explosive force, he changed to hard pull with static force. Two seconds later...

"Kap! Tear!"

After the sound of metal fracture, the door of the 911 was torn open by Wang Yan, and it was completely broken.

"Fuck, fuck!"

"Nima..."

The entire process took 6 seconds, and the firefighters were just in place. People nearby looked at Wang Yan with a look of immortality, almost smashing their eyes on the ground. Less than 10 seconds to open a twisted metal car door with bare hands?! Was this really a human thing? !

The most important thing is Wang Yan's height of fewer than 1.75 meters and his medium and thin body was too confusing. The contrast was so strong that it was emotionally unacceptable.

However, Wang Yan didn't have the time to care about what they thought. He usually had normal skin. Now, there was only one thing on his body-concentration. "Remove the seat belt!" The concise command made Lin Weiwei feel at ease. This girl was indeed not a master who only knew to cry when things happened. She immediately touched the central buckle of the six-point seat belt.

Wang Yan was not idle either, he went directly to put his arm around her thigh and then used the other hand to cover the back of her neck and lift her up. After two seconds, his hands clenched.

The long time hanging upside down made Lin Weiwei's face engorged and flushed red, and her shoulders were also strangled with two blood marks by the seat belt. This posture was safe but extremely uncomfortable.

However, even though her body was sore and her strength almost bottomed out, she still got out of Wang Yan's arms for the first time and crawled out with her hands on the ground.

"I am safe, Wang Wang, help Huang Xu!"

"Yeah."

Wang Yan also didn't have time to think about anything else, so he immediately climbed in the car from the co-pilot side and rescued Huang Xu.

At this moment, the fire outside the car has been controlled, but inside the car body, the material is not flammable but some gasoline had leaked into the back seat of the car, which was slowly burning and smoking everywhere.

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