Santos' teeth clenched together hard, between them like they were gnashing manganese steel. Almost to break his back teeth.
The view in front of the car suddenly opened up and the buildings on both sides of the one-way street suddenly shrank intro , but he was furious as a male lion who could no longer see this, and his eyes, bloodshot with rage, had only the scarlet taillights of the GTR.
But at that very moment, he felt that his car was like a plane being forced to land at high speed, and he was a passenger on that plane, feeling his body separated from his seat because of weightlessness. The hood of the AMG was hit by something falling from the air with a loud "bang". Then the black object tumbled over the roof of the car.
5 minutes ago.
In his hands, Senatie held his newly bought Marktop maple skateboard. Looking at the steep stone steps ahead of him, he swallowed his saliva and looked towards a boy beside him who was fiddling with his white baseball cap on his skateboard. "Damn it, Thomas, do I really have to fly straight down from here?"
Thomas nodded: "Just like I just demonstrated. It should be clear."
Senatie's voice rose as he shouted: "Damn it! I remember last week Merrer slid down from here and his whole body hit the steps. He was in Heidelberg hospital for three months before he could barely walk again."
"Well, if you don't fly down from here, then you lost our bet. You owe me five euros," Thomas replied.
Senatie looked up at the flickering streetlamp above, with moths flying around it. He then turned his gaze back to the steep steps in front of him. He felt as if he had made a decision to face death, praying that the light wouldn't suddenly go out when he was soaring through the air.
Senatie closed his eyes.
Suddenly he heard Thomas shout angrily, "Senatie!" Then a great force lifted his arm up and Senatie felt his face touch something soft and warm, like a white soft wool carpet at home.
The horrifying roar passed through behind him, like a train passing through a tunnel. The strong wind slapped fiercely on his back like a whip, causing him a burning pain.
Senatie slowly opened his eyes and realized that what made him feel like he was touching a wool carpet was Thomas's golden curly hair, and Senatie's lips were almost touching Thomas's. The strong wind had brought them together closely.
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Thomas's eyes were full of fear as he whispered a single word: "Racecar, racecar..."
Senatie quickly released Thomas, and then suddenly realized that there was something wrong: his maple skateboard was gone.
He hurriedly looked down below the steps and saw a black object on the cobblestone road, with a slightly golden wood showing out. He looked closer and saw two wheels underneath the object. "Thomas, my skateboard slid off. Does the bet still count?"
With a clang of metal impact, something fell down in front of Senatie's eyes. Both of them looked closely and saw that a few English letters were written on the large piece of wood in a dragon-and-phoenix font: MARKTOP.
"It counts, your skateboard didn't completely fall off. You lost, remember to give me five euros tomorrow..."
Senatie felt blackness before his eyes.
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At the moment when the chassis of AMG and GTR hit the ground explosively, sparks flew out as they scraped against the rough stone slab, leaving behind several feet-long dazzling fireworks. The bodies of both cars, worth millions of dollars each in retrofitting costs, vibrated violently for a moment before racing off at 200 km per hour.
Suddenly, the speed of GTR dropped drastically, and the tires rubbed against the road surface with sharp squeaks.
Ahead of them was a bend with an angle almost close to 90 degrees.
A raging tsunami of joy exploded in Santos's heart. Waves of joy constantly hit his mind, and he was born to be a king on bends: the smaller the angle, the more excited he became.
He saw the pink body of GTR completely turn 180 degrees, with the rear wheels locked and white smoke rising.
However, GTR's driving wheels did not lock up but kept spinning.
Later chosen by Gotoh Se in the most traditional "Hand Brake Drift" method, when drifting with a hand brake, only the rear wheels are locked while the driving wheels remain spinning at high speed.
On the mirror-like pink paint of GTR's body as it beats a while horizontal, Santos's terrifying face was revealed, and the area of the silver-gray head of AMG, which was shining with high beam headlights, was getting larger.
Wrong! Wrong! Santos's facial features distorted more and more due to the crazy surge of joy, and he felt his heart pounding rhythmically.
As expected by Santos, the rear left side of GTR slammed into a brick wall at high speed, and large pieces of paint and carbon fiber fragments rained down on the road surface. But to Santos, this was the most beautiful symphony in the world.
Santos suddenly released his left foot, which had been deeply pressing on the accelerator, then sank his right foot deep onto the brake pedal. His hands quickly turned the steering wheel to the right, and the silver Mercedes-Benz emblem in the center of AMG's body rotated into a whirlpool with a silver rim.
AMG's silver-gray body braked heavily, turned sideways, and changed direction like a boomerang within an extremely short time. If viewed from above, the entire body of AMG rotated around a 90-degree corner of the building on its right side axis, like a shiny silver rotating blade reflecting a silver aurora at high speed.
The rearview mirror of the AMG car was less than 5 cm away from the wall, and the entire body of the car almost scraped along it when exiting the bend.
This was Santos's drift technique that could reach perfection with "Braking Drift" method. It emphasized the driver's reaction and control over the apex point, and if done properly, it could produce greater tail-flick power than hand-brake drifting and accelerate faster when exiting bends due to greater inertia.
In Muller's words, Santos's brain was born with a predictor for controlling apex point positions①, and he could always control apex points perfectly.
After being dominated by Gotoh Se for such a long time, Santos finally showed his sharp claws like a suppressed tiger to his prey.
He wanted to smash this Japanese freak's car into pieces, drag her out of the car and kick her down with one foot, and fan her face! He would play with her long pink hair, just like he did with those Japanese women back in Brazil.
Santos's brain was completely occupied by this violent desire. He looked in the rearview mirror and saw that GTR was slowly recovering from the low-speed aftermath of the handbrake drift.
Santos's lips curved up, outlining a curved arc, and his tongue licked his teeth. He was ready to immediately block Gotoh Se's GTR and force him to stop here.
But then, he felt his car shake violently with a loud noise, like it was dancing.
①:APEX point refers to the point in the cornering line that is closest to the center of the corner.