Cousins Muller rolled down the driver's side window. In Germany, cars usually have left-hand drive, and Brazil shares the same preference for left-hand driving. However, Santos preferred right-hand driving. Santos rested his arm on the window frame and signaled Muller to look back. Muller's gaze shifted to the rearview mirror, and he immediately spotted the light pink GTR.
"Don't you want to tease the freak?" Santos grinned at Muller, a smile that resembled that of a hunter who had just spotted his prey, tinged with a hint of cruelty and delight.
Muller remained expressionless. "When does the race start?"
Santos glanced at the Omega on his wrist and replied, "There's still time; the race starts on the hour."
"Well ." Muller replied without refusal.
The Ford Mustang and the Mercedes-AMG both shifted into reverse almost simultaneously, forcefully reversing while their front wheels made a squeaking sound against the asphalt. The two cars rapidly moved backward, nearing the front of the GTR, but just as they were about to make contact, they swiftly swerved like two reversed swimming eels, forming a "Y" shape, smoothly returning to their positions on either side of the GTR.
However, throughout the entire maneuver, the GTR remained motionless. Muller couldn't help but feel slightly surprised by Gotoh Se's response. In Berlin, any regular driver would quickly shift into reverse and avoid such a situation when they saw Muller's Ford Mustang perform such a move.
But Gotoh Se remained indifferent to everything they did.
The rear of the Ford Mustang was heavier than most sports cars, not to mention Santos' Mercedes-AMG. If the high-speed reverse collision had occurred, the GTR's hood would have swiftly lifted, and its engine components would have sustained severe damage from the impact. Even Gotoh herself, despite the double protection of seat belts and airbags, would likely have suffered from a concussion or forearm fractures due to the violent collision.
Santos cursed inwardly, evidently becoming somewhat annoyed by Gotoh Se's complete disregard for everything they did. His mood was like that of a fisherman who cast a heavy net, only to pull up a net full of riverbed mud.
Muller's initial surprise gradually transformed into a growing fascination with this "Freak" driver mentioned by Santos. For him, this race was initially a boring test drive, but now he began to anticipate it with a hint of excitement.
Santos' anger burned brighter and brighter in his heart. He interpreted Gotoh Se's behavior as extreme contempt towards them. Although his driving skills were one level below Muller's, he had once earned the title of "drift king" in the underground street racing scene in Las Vegas.
He shifted the handbrake directly into the "S" gear, simultaneously pressing down on both the brake and the accelerator, causing the tachometer needle to jump frantically. Santos didn't release the brake pedal intermittently, and the furious engine noise reverberated through the window, spreading throughout the entire neighborhood.
AMG started to Tyre burnout in place, and the front wheels, overwhelmed by the powerful force, screeched like an eagle, emitting a large amount of light blue smoke that lingered around the three cars and slowly rose into the night sky.
Tyre burnout in place is not an advanced driving skill. Santos' true intention was to show off the powerful torque of his Mercedes AMG engine, a necessary prerequisite for spinning wheels in place. Without sufficient engine torque, it would be difficult for the front wheels to spin in place.
Louise threw the burnt cigarette butt onto the ground and used her Louboutin high heels to crush it lightly. She admired Santos' spinning wheels in place and smelled the burnt rubber odor in the air.
She felt that Santos was just like a ridiculous chimpanzee, pounding his chest and showing off the powerful performance of his sports car.
While Santos was spinning the wheels, Muller did not join in. He did nothing but turn off the music in the car and watched the GTR next to him, which remained motionless no matter how much noise was made.
The dark coating on the unidirectional glass prevented him from seeing inside. What was she doing? Laughing? Disdainful with closed eyes? Or just afraid and not knowing what to do?
This Japanese freak could really keep calm, Muller thought.
According to Santos' description, Gotoh Se seemed to be quite young, but her calm and unhurried personality, which was almost comparable to a professional driver, made Muller feel impressed.
The screeching of the AMG's Tyre burnout stopped, but the piercing noise continued to reverberate through the neighborhood, and the pungent smell of burnt rubber even penetrated through Mustang's closed windows and into Muller's nostrils.
Gotoh Se remained silent, and whether it was their quick reversal or Santos' Tyre burnout in place to show off the performance of the AMG engine, the GTR remained motionless.
It seemed like there was no one in the car-the pink Nissan GTR was just like parked on the side of the road.
Santos shifted into park and released his foot from both the gas and brake pedals. His expression changed from pride to fierce anger, like an angry bull inside a Roman Colosseum, unable to charge at the confident bullfighter waving the bright red cape.
His face had turned completely purple with rage, and his blood felt like it was burning, as if he had taken cocaine. As the former "Drift King" who once shook Nevada, he was being underestimated by a Japanese freak who was still in high school.
Suddenly, Santos calmed down, and his labored breathing became even. He remembered what Muller had said: "My responsibility is to tear apart the flesh and car wreckage of these trash and mix them together." His face was covered with the same cold smile as Muller's.
On YouTube, Muller's live streaming channel showed a drone flying over the night view of Berlin's Mitte area. The beautiful German Natural History Museum added a peaceful touch to the aerial view of Mitte.
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The comments section was blowing up, with nearly 100,000 people eagerly waiting for the race to begin. An Indian man in the comments section kept commenting, "Why hasn't the race started yet? Shit from India." Perhaps the constant spamming was causing disgust, and curses in various languages appeared below, with some even mocking, "You may not find as many cars of this level as this race in the entire India."
The Indian man was not willing to back down and he argued with netizens from various countries in the comments section.
At this moment, someone in the comments section said that it was almost time, and the team was starting to move! This sentence temporarily stopped the argument, and the comments section fell silent for a moment, followed by a frenzy of spam.
In the 8K high-definition live broadcast, 30 cars slowly moved forward and headed for the national park in the distance.
The three cars were arranged in rows, forming a grid in front of the National Natural Park on Highway 96, like 30 Bolts waiting for the starting gun.
At 8:00 PM, the clock struck on the hour.
Numerous fireworks screamed and rose into the sky, exploding over Mitte, illuminating the night sky. The sound of the fireworks echoed in everyone's hearts, both online and offline.
A car show girl with the hot figure held the black and white check flag and waved it vigorously.
The 30 cars rushed forward like samurai swords unsheathed in an instant, with the red taillights trailing behind them, leaving behind a blood-red trace like a samurai sword!
The engines of all the cars were roaring so hard that they could almost set the whole of Berlin on fire!
Berlin's Crazy Racing Festival, covering 29 kilometers in total, had officially begun.
"I have heared of her. "
Muller rested his arm over the steering wheel and put his chin on his arm.
"She was at Avatar's Cup race in the Ruhr last November and I wasn't there to support her, but I heared about Avatar's that baby right rearview mirror getting knocked right off and falling on the track and getting run over become a heap of debris, and he said a son of a bitch Japanese did it."
Santos knows Avatar's Harvick Davidson, who likes to race in his modified blue Toyota Supra, and Harvick loves to straight line drift , especially when the car is about to enter the finish line and drift sideways, which directly blocks the rear car's acceleration space and allows him to slide smoothly into the finish line.
But to do so is to gamble on the resilience, temperament and character of the driver behind them. If a driver charges straight up at high speed, Harvick and his Toyota risk flipping over and rolling right over the top of the car behind them.
After Havoc successfully executed this death drift several times during the race, the Berlin racing circuit dubbed him "Avatar" due to the color of his Toyota's body and the James Cameron movie as a way to mock his admiration for this primitive and violent driving technique.
"Avatar" once bragged to me that no one before him had dared to drift in a straight line the way he did. At the time, his Supra was parallel to another car, and they both drifted in a straight line almost simultaneously, the cars sticking together. The other car's rear bumper hit his Supra's rearview mirror. He said the other car was a pink GTR driven by some Japanese girl named Gotoh."
Santos nodded, "It's her, Gotoh Se. My family has some business dealings with the Gotoh family, so I have met her a few times."
"How did your family get involved with the Japanese?" Muller asked.
"The Gotoh family's main business is exporting cars to Latin America. They approached my father for some venture capital, so I've met that weirdo a few times at dinners." Santos chuckled and patted Miller's right shoulder. "Gray Wolf, it's not surprising. The second largest group of foreign immigrants in Brazil are Japanese. I've fucked a lot of Japanese women when I was in Brazil. My company has done more business with the Japanese than the number of times I've drifted through bend."
Santos chuckled, his eyes radiating a lecherous, lascivious glow as if he was reminiscing about a certain delightful taste.
"Have you talked to her?" Muller, who has now lit a cigarette, asked. "Do you want one before the drift starts?"
"No, I'm good. I'll smoke some marijuana after the race," Santos replied, glancing outside the window at the entrance of the Dimitri Bar. The prostitute there had finished vomiting, leaned against the railing behind her, and was smoking a lady cigarette. The sparks were flickering on her crimson lips, and the light blue smoke gathered and slowly dissipated.
The song "Lose Control" continued to play on repeat in the car, and the heavy metal rock notes were bouncing in Santos' eardrums.
"I only said one sentence to her," Santos said. "I was with my dad to have dinner with the Gotoh family. Halfway through, I couldn't stand that like the stupid pig party atmosphere, so I found an excuse to go downstairs and smoke some marijuana. I leaned against the AMG trunk and happened to see the freak crouching on the roadside.
"I said to her, 'Hey, Japanese.' She looked up at me and while I was smoking, I asked her how Tokyo was."
Santos suddenly laughed out loud. "But the freak didn't answer me. Her face suddenly turned as red as if she had drunk 10 tons of black beer, and her body shook violently. Then she stuttered and said a sentence in Japanese before quickly turning around and running away."
Muller asked with interest, "What Japanese phrase did she say to you?"
"'Sumimasen,' which means 'I'm sorry' in Japanese. I heard she can play the guitar well in addition to racing."
Muller sneered, "According to your description, along with the encounter with Avatar, I can imagine this scene in my mind," and his laughter grew louder. "A trembling lamb, but loves to eat cocaine-laced feed, listening to heavy metal rock, and then knocking down Harvey's crazy bull."
Muller covered his face with both hands, then slowly let go and said in English, "Oh my god, what a Japanese freak?"
He turned to Santos and asked, "Do you have her WhatsApp?"
Santos shook his head. "She's not my type, although she does look like she came out of some Japanese anime. But a crazy freak with mental illness is not to my taste. Grey Wolf, if you're interested in her, I can ask around."
"I'm indeed a bit interested after hearing your description," Muller laughed, but his smile disappeared quickly. "Is the race about to start?"
"Yes, the drone operator is ready and the drone has taken off to begin live streaming. The entire competition will be streamed in 8k high definition on your YouTube and Twitch channels," he said.
Santos knew how popular Muller was on social media. He had almost 800,000 subscribers on YouTube, mainly for his car modification videos, such as restoring a salvaged Dodge Viper to its original condition, experiencing underground races in first person, and live streaming. Although the number of followers on Twitch was not as terrifying as YouTube, it had already exceeded 300,000.
Just by playing on YouTube, Muller would earn tens of thousands of euros a month. However, he knew that this money might not be enough to buy a gearbox for him.
"Okay, I hope those pigs won't disturb us tonight."
Muller nodded. "If we're surrounded, we'll split up at different intersections. The maximum speed of a Berlin police car is not over 200 kilometers per hour, so it's easy to shake them off."
He glanced out the window. The deserted avenue was now filled with all kinds of modified sports cars with various logos, such as Mazda RX-7, Ferrari 812, and Mitsubishi Evo. Countless dazzling xenon lights tore apart the last bit of darkness in this area, flashing around and making Muller's eyes narrow slightly.
"Whether it's Ryonosuke Tadokoro or Gotoh Se, those Japanese lambs always think they can be like Nagata Katsuhiko."
Deep in Muller's pupils, a greedy and crazy dark current was slowly surging, gradually filling his entire gray eyes.
The voice that accompanied his sneer made Santos feel as if a thin layer of ice was crawling up his legs, covering his entire body, and finally freezing over his head, even the blood in his veins was solidifying.
"My duty is to completely tear apart the flesh and blood of these garbage with the wreckage of their cars, and mix them together."