Chapter 252: Car Race
"Vroom vroom vroom—"
"Vroom vroom—"
Late at night, at two in the morning, the sound of high-horsepower car engines echoed continuously through the streets of Brooklyn.
The streets were filled with various types of vehicles: Dodge Charger, Dodge Ram, Nissan IDX, Dodge Viper ACR, Honda S2000, Toyota GT86, Ford hotrod, Plymouth Barracuda, Nissan GT-R. These cars varied in type, including American muscle cars, sports cars, and Nissan coupes, but they all shared one common characteristic: they had all undergone extreme modifications.
From the exhaust pipe to the engine, from the taillights to the car wrap, these race cars, which pursued extreme speed and were heavily modified, might not even have a single unmodified part on the entire vehicle.
"Looks like a lot of people came today. I'll go see how much the bonus is this time?"
A Black Person wearing a black leather jacket with brass studs and a shiny gold lip ring, dressed like a hip-hop singer, weaved through the crowd. He bumped fists with a few familiar "friends" and quickly got the information he wanted from these friends he had once gone "zero-dollar shopping" with.
"Honey, the champion bonus for this race is two hundred thousand US Dollars! Cool!"
The Black Person Racer reached out and pulled down a White Person girl sitting on the trunk lid of his blue Chevrolet. The two shared a passionate kiss! The Race Queen, dressed in very revealing clothes with a skirt that exposed her rear, responded enthusiastically to the Black Person Racer. After a long while, the two separated.
"How's the strength of the rivals this time?"
"The threats are still those few guys: the Derman brothers, Bob. Oh, and there's also a female Racer with strong momentum recently.
But it doesn't matter. I just modified the engine of this car and added a liquid nitrogen acceleration system. Their cars can only eat my dust."
The Black Person Racer put his arm around his girlfriend and provocatively gave the middle finger to two tall, thin, bald-headed men with tattoos all over their faces not far away. The other party also returned the gesture with a middle finger.
"How is it, Giselle! I see quite a few familiar faces among the people who came today. Do you have a chance of winning?"
A fat manager wearing a baseball cap on his head walked up to a red sports car. In front of the car door, a woman wearing jeans and a white polo shirt leaned against the door. Her exquisite face paired with her straight, long legs attracted covetous gazes from many people nearby.
Just now, the woman had already rejected at least seven or eight waves of Racers who came up to strike up a conversation.
"Paul, you're my agent, you should trust my driving skill!" Giselle patted the red sports car beside her. Her eyes behind her orange sunglasses curved into crescent moons, seemingly in a good mood.
"However, what I care about most is, how much is the bonus for this race?"
Hearing Giselle mention the bonus, Paul's pale, fat face was full of anger: "These stingy vampires, the registration fee is actually five thousand US Dollars.
This isn't a race organized by Xincha. It's just an ordinary underground car race, but the registration fee is so high. Damn it, these guys must have taken kickbacks!
When I see Xincha someday, I must complain to him!"
Giselle's eyes behind her sunglasses lit up when she heard Paul's words: "Paul, you know Xincha, the biggest organizer of New York underground racing! Xincha, the King of Racing!"
"Little Girl, your information is a bit outdated. Xincha is now not only the organizer of New York underground racing, but slightly famous racing competitions throughout the entire Federation have Xincha's influence behind them. It's said that he even manipulated the behind-the-scenes odds of the FIA GT race!"
A young White Person with a scorpion tattoo on his arm, wearing a black suit jacket with nothing underneath, exposing his abdominal muscles, walked up to the two. While talking, his gaze subtly scanned Giselle from head to toe, focusing particularly on her pair of long, beautiful legs.
"Hey! Bob, stay away from my person!" The fat Paul angrily shouted at the young White Person.
"Your person!" The young White Person let out a cold laugh: "Old Paul, this naive Little Girl clearly fell for your trick. Are you bragging about your relationship with Xincha again!"
Amidst Paul's changing, somewhat awkward expression, the young White Person ruthlessly exposed his old secrets to Giselle:
"Don't listen to Old Paul's nonsense. He used to just be neighbors with Xincha, the kind with two buildings between them.
It's questionable whether the current Xincha would even recognize him if they met.
Old Paul has always used Xincha's name to deceive young Racers who don't know the truth into working for him!"
"Madam, how about you come with me? My cousin is the organizer of this race. If you really want to meet Xincha, I can have my cousin introduce you!"
Giselle glanced at Old Paul but didn't agree to Bob's invitation, nor did she refuse. Instead, she patted the roof of the sports car behind her: "Do you want to pursue me or sleep with me? If you can win against me in this race, how about I give you that opportunity!"
"You said it!" Bob's greedy eyes stared fiercely at Giselle's legs for a few moments, his gaze wishing he could swallow her whole right then and there.
As if afraid Giselle would go back on her word, he turned around, raised his fists, and loudly announced the bet to the crowd.
For a moment, the cheers, screams, whistles, and a chorus of sighs mixed together in the underground street racing venue.
"Bob, you son of a dog, that beauty is mine, you just wait to eat my tailpipe!"
"Your body is as thin as a stick, how about I take over!"
"Beauty, can I join the bet—"
...
"Giselle, although that kid Bob is an addict, his driving skill is very high. Since Dominic Toretto left the New York underground racing competition, Bob's racing level can rank among the top ten in the entire New York underground racing world!"
Old Paul looked at Giselle with some worry. He didn't want to see Giselle make the so-called bet with Bob. If she got involved with an addict, this girl's life would be ruined.
Giselle's eyes behind her sunglasses curved up: "Top ten in New York? That's perfect. I hope he sees my taillights!"
Seeing the confident Giselle, Old Paul knew that persuading her was useless, so he didn't say anything more and began to carefully explain the rules of this underground racing competition and a few opponents to watch out for.
"Vroom vroom vroom vroom—"
Just as the race was about to begin, a series of powerful sports car roars sounded.
Several seemingly extremely luxurious sports cars drove into the Runway from behind the quarantine line. A red Ferrari, a white Porsche 911, a black Lamborghini, a blue McLaren P1. Compared to the assembled race cars in the venue, which cost tens of thousands or even just a few thousand US Dollars, the appearance of these sports cars, valued at several million US Dollars, was like a few Red-crowned Cranes landing in a flock of chickens, instantly attracting everyone's gaze.
"You guys are racing. How about adding two more people?"
The red Ferrari's scissor door opened, and Gu Zi Yun, wearing a sailor suit, got out of the driver's seat, a lollipop in her mouth.
"This is a very dangerous underground racing competition, very dangerous, rich kids. I advise you to stay away!"
Bob's cousin, a Middle-aged White Person with a rooster comb hairstyle, was happily counting the cash in his hands with a few Subordinates.
Every time they hold this kind of underground car race, the most profitable thing is certainly not the Racers' registration fees, but the outside betting. The people watching these races nearby are just a small part.
This underground car race was being live broadcasted by drones to some of their clients. These clients would place bets on their designated software APP.
A single race could generate millions of US Dollars in bets. Of course, the large portion of this had to be handed over to the higher-ups, but the little bit of soup and water that leaked from the Important Figure's fingers was enough for these small figures to eat and drink their fill.
Seeing that a few rich second-generation kids wanted to participate in the race, he walked out from the crowd and began to dissuade them. He didn't want any unexpected complications.
This involved a several million US Dollar racing bet. If anything went wrong, he would probably be directly stuffed into a cement barrel by the Leader and thrown into New York Harbor.
The white Porsche 911's car door opened, and Zheng Duo En, dressed like a rebellious Little Girl, got out and immediately opened the Porsche's front car hood, pulling out a nylon bag like the kind used for bedding.
Zheng Duo En carried the bulging bag with one hand and casually tossed it directly at the Middle-aged White Person's foot.
"I heard that participating in your race requires a registration fee. Here's one million. It's the registration fee for the two of us. How about it, is it enough?"
The Middle-aged White Person looked at the green US Dollars exposed in the open bag, feeling a bit tempted.
"Our Runway is full of Racers!"
"That's simple, just have them make way for two, isn't it! How much is the champion bonus for your race, two hundred thousand? Alright, whoever is willing to give up their Runway, come here and take two hundred thousand US Dollars and leave!"
...…
Watching the "arrogant and overbearing" Zheng Duo En and Gu Zi Yun throwing money around,
Tang Song opened the Lamborghini's convertible top, lit a cigar, and watched with a smile as the two Little Girls used money to buy two Runways.
These underground Racers clearly couldn't refuse the temptation of two hundred thousand US Dollars.
Meow!
In Rogue's arms, the culprit big cat rolled over, exposing its white belly, letting Rogue pet it. Beside them, in the driver's seat of the McLaren P1, which also had its convertible top open, Skye looked enviously at Rogue. She simply kicked Tang Someone out of the Lamborghini and sat in it herself, joining Rogue in petting the cat.
Facing the fierce women, Boss Tang could only obediently give up his seat and stand far away, smoking his cigar, watching the group of Racers drive their race cars to the starting line.
Compared to the few expensive super sports cars they drove and the beautiful women Skye, Rogue, and Gu Zi Yun,
Boss Tang, this pretty boy, attracted the attention of most of the Race Queens.
"Rich people" like Tang Song and their daily lives were completely different social strata, like two parallel lines that would never meet.
Seeing Tang Song get out of the car alone, many women's hot gazes were almost glued to him. Some bolder ones even quietly pulled down their clothes and walked towards Tang Song, wanting to hook this rich guy.
If they couldn't hook him, a one-night stand with such a rich and handsome guy would also work. Then they could tamper with things on the Elf, and maybe become a rich person in the upper class society by having a child.
So many burning gazes made Boss Tang, a Forming the Core stage cultivator, almost unable to handle it. He was completely unaware that a pair of equally burning gazes were carefully sizing him up through the race car's rearview mirror.
If it were any other time, Tang Song's Divine Sense would have detected such a gazing at the first moment, but in this situation, there were too many people gazing at him, especially women, and they were all enthusiastic gazes without hostility.
The bolder ones even directly threw flirtatious glances at him, sending electric signals, completely disregarding their boyfriends beside them.
"Tang Song!" Giselle felt her hands trembling slightly. She looked at the man smoking a cigar through the rearview mirror. She hadn't expected the target to appear so easily before her.
Originally, according to Mossad's arrangement, she needed to first contact the guy named Xincha, who was Tang Song's Subordinate, and then gradually infiltrate the internal structure of this organized crime group.
She hadn't expected that in an insignificant underground car race, she would actually see the final BOSS here!
"Calm down, calm down!" Giselle patted her beautiful face, forcing herself to calm down. In Mossad's intelligence files, this Tang Song was very likely a powerful supernatural power user.
If he saw through her facade, she would definitely die a miserable death.
What method could she use to approach him? "Vroom vroom vroom!"
"Vroom vroom vroom vroom—"
Just as Giselle's mind was unsettled, several race cars had entered the preparation stage.
As a Race Queen in a bikini waved the flag in her hand, several race cars shot out of the Runway like arrows released from a bow.
On the big screen set up nearby, the organizer thoughtfully provided a real-time live broadcast using drones.
It was clear that the starting speed of several race cars was not slow, especially the red Ferrari and the white Porsche 911. Their inherent engine horsepower far exceeded that of ordinary race cars, not to mention they had been modified by Experts.
Gu Zi Yun and Zheng Duo En clearly didn't put their opponents on anyone other than each other. They kept the accelerator pressed down the whole way, even maintaining full speed when cornering.
The two super sports cars were almost running side by side.
Braking? Reducing speed? Non-existent.
With their physical quality, even if the race car had an accident, they would not be harmed at all.
As for the other Racers, they could barely even see the taillights of the two cars.
Liquid nitrogen acceleration was a method only used at the end of the race when the gap was small.
And the only one who could tightly bite within a hundred meters behind the two was a red sports car.
Giselle felt her adrenaline surging to the limit. After pressing the hidden switch inside the sports car, the power system, a replica of the Chitauri flying speeder bike procured from the Black Market, made her feel like her car wasn't running, but flying.
At this speed, even a slightly small mistake, even an insignificant pebble, could cause her car to crash and kill her. But even at this speed, she still couldn't catch up to the two race cars in front.
"Two madmen!"
By the end, Giselle could even feel the screws of her sports car rattling loose under the powerful power system. She had to slow down. After slowing down, she realized her white POLO shirt was almost completely soaked with sweat, revealing faintly purple underwear beneath the translucent clothes.
...…
"This gentleman, we need to talk!"
After Tang Song politely refused another blonde Persian Cat's invitation to "play poker" tonight,
He was smoking a cigar and marveling at his own charm.
The Middle-aged White Person with the rooster comb hairstyle walked up to him, his face visibly gloomy.
"You! Talk to me? About what?" Tang Song looked at the guy in front of him wearing a Cross and with a Demon tattoo on his arm, finding it quite amusing. He casually flicked away the half-smoked cigar in his hand.
"This gentleman, I don't know your origin, but it's clear you've disrupted this race!"
The Middle-aged White Person said with a slightly threatening tone: "You've provoked people you shouldn't have?"
"Hmm? Let me guess? After this race, you opened a betting pool,
Then the two of them participated in the race, but you didn't include them in the betting pool, didn't open any odds, so... shouldn't this be a good thing? The house wins it all!?"
Tang Song propped his chin, looking playfully at the rooster comb Middle-aged White Person in front of him. With his five senses, even without Divine Sense, he could hear what this guy was saying to his Subordinates in exasperation.
At this moment, the rooster comb Middle-aged White Person's face was as ugly as if he were constipated. What this Asian said was correct; this situation was theoretically a house win.
But once those gamblers exposed this matter, and it reached his Leader's Leader, Xincha, he would be dead.
To earn extra money, affecting the Gang's revenue, if this kind of thing were discovered, he would be shot to death. Damn it, he hadn't expected these two rich second-generation kids, who were just playing around, to have such high driving skill.
Looking at the two super sports cars, one white and one red, on the big screen, the rooster comb White Person Middle-aged man regretted it so much his intestines turned green. If he had known to add these two to the betting odds, none of this would be happening now.
"Listen, kid, if you don't want to die, you'd better come up with another four million to settle this!"
The best method the Middle-aged Man could think of was to gather a sum of money for the higher-up Leader to settle this matter. As an ordinary small Leader, he clearly couldn't come up with such a large sum of money, but this Asian driving a super sports car in front of him was clearly a big fat lamb.
"Four million! Is that enough?" Tang Song smiled and extended his hand. A man in black silently emerged from the darkness and respectfully handed Tang Song a checkbook.
Tang Song signed a check, tore it off, and handed it to the rooster comb Middle-aged Man: "Here's five million. Since we broke the rules, I'll admit it. Take this, refund the bets to those gamblers, and tell Xincha to give those gamblers some compensation!"
The rooster comb Middle-aged Man looked at the ice-faced Bodyguard who suddenly appeared beside Tang Song, and listened to Tang Song's gentle but thunderous words. He had a bad premonition in his heart.
He tremblingly took the check Tang Song handed over. The moment he saw the signature, he plopped down onto the ground.
It's over, I'm going to be fed to the Demon! He seemed to have gone completely dumbfounded, and a stream of warm water flowed down his pants.
...…
"Who won?"
On the two almost scrapped super sports cars, one red and one white, the two girls glared at each other, unconvinced, then turned their gaze to the referee.
"Well, from the race recording, the two of you crossed the finish line simultaneously!"
The referee looked at his Leader, who had been slumped on the ground like an idiot since just now, and stammered in response to the two rich second-generation girls' questioning.
"No way, let's race again!" Zheng Duo En was clearly unconvinced. In terms of skill, she couldn't beat Gu Zi Yun, but could she really not win against her in a car race? A tie? She wouldn't accept it.
"Race if you want to race. Don't go crying to Uncle later!" Gu Zi Yun's baby-faced little face wore a cold laughing smile, which infuriated Zheng Duo En, causing her to explode.
"Vroom vroom vroom vroom—"
"Vroom vroom vroom vroom—"
"Vroom vroom vroom vroom vroom—"
Just as the two Little Girls were about to race again, several sports cars quickly drove nearby. Leading the way was a yellow custom-made Bumblebee.
The Bumblebee's car door opened, and a Black Person wearing a T-shirt and short sleeves, limited edition sneakers on his feet, and a gold chain around his neck, jogged into the Runway and came up to Tang Song.
"Boss!"
Xincha lowered his head, not daring to look at Tang Song's face. Sweatdrops poured down from his forehead like rain.
"Boss!"
"Big Boss!"
A group of Big men led by Xincha respectfully bowed to Tang Song, not daring to move. Many underground Racers recognized some of these Big men.
Many of them were organizers of New York underground car races, Gang Leaders.
The leader was Xincha. People who recognized Xincha whispered to those beside them.
Xincha, then this Asian is... Some smart people quickly thought of the name that was like a Demon God in the Underworld. Then the scene of the underground car race suddenly became silent, as if you could hear a pin drop.
"Alright, we've had enough fun. Let's go home!"
Tang Song patted Xincha's shoulder, greeted the clashing Gu Zi Yun and Zheng Duo En, and walked towards the McLaren.
From the dark shadow, seven or eight burly Big men in black suits with ice mountain faces walked out and silently followed behind Tang Song.
Soon, two brand new super sports cars were delivered, identical to the two that Gu Zi Yun and Zheng Duo En had wrecked during their race.
Each of the two Little Girls took one, flooring the accelerator like lightning, turning the road back to the Manor into a Runway.
...
"Leader! How should we handle them?"
After watching the Big Boss's car drive away, Xincha finally dared to raise his head and wipe the sweat from his forehead. At this time, two Subordinates brought over all the organizers of this underground car race.
"Since it's the Big Boss's instruction, notify those gamblers that this racing bet is void, and everyone's money will be compensated double. As for him, spare his life and handle it according to Gang Rules!"
Xincha couldn't figure out the Big Boss's mind, so he temporarily didn't make these guys disappear into New York Harbor.
"Where are they?!"
When Giselle drove her sports car back to the starting line, which was also the finish line, she was dumbfounded looking at the empty, dark street corner.
Where were all the people who were just here?...…
"Hmm?"
Inside the convertible McLaren, Tang Song had the accelerator floored, racing neck and neck with the cars driven by the two Little Girls.
Suddenly, Tang Song felt something in his Five Yin Pouch vibrate.
Holding the steering wheel with one hand, he took out a transparent gemstone from the Five Yin Pouch. Inside the gemstone, a faint blue energy vortex was flickering.
(End of chapter)