A large amount of white smoke rose into the sky, almost covering the entire alley. The body of the Mercedes AMG C63 slid sideways, and the entire left side of the car slammed into the brick wall with great inertia.
Without warning, the left front tire of the AMG blew out.
All the glass in the front and back doors shattered with a loud noise at that moment, smashing into Santos's body like splashing water, with countless shards of glass hitting him in the face.
The left rearview mirror was distorted at an unnatural angle, and the mirror glass was completely shattered, leaving a black hole-like opening.
The airbag filled the entire driver's seat, wrapping Santos's upper body in it. Glass shards cut open numerous bleeding wounds on Santos's head, some of which reflected dim light because small glass fragments were embedded in his skin. Blood dripped slowly from his face, landing on the white airbag surface membrane and leaving horrific blood-red trails.
The alley happened to be a two-lane road wide enough for two cars to pass through.
The speed of GTR slowed down, carefully avoiding Santos's AMG. Santos opened his eyes slightly, and in his blurry vision, he seemed to see that pink GTR stop when passing his driver's seat.
Gotoh Se seemed to be silently mocking or checking on Santos's injuries.
But whatever the case, Gotoh Se eventually chose to leave. She stepped on the accelerator, and GTR shook before leaving Santos and his AMG behind at high speed.
When Santos regained consciousness, his field of vision was completely shrouded in flickering police lights. The blue and red lights cast on his already-dried-up face.
"He's still alive, sir."
"Is that so? Puton, Connors, get him out." The voice of that sentence sounded familiar to Santos, but he couldn't remember whose voice it was for the moment.
A black police officer who was almost as round as a ball and whose police uniform looked like it was about to burst, as well as another muscular black police officer, worked hard to open the AMG door. The two black police officers then spent a lot of effort dragging Santos out of the airbag.
Santos looked up and locked eyes with the man in front of him.
The man had a brownish little beard and a pair of blue eyes that scrutinized Santos from head to toe, then smiled and spoke:
"Orne Santos, we meet again. If I remember correctly, the last time we met was in Frankfurt."
Santos spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm stained with black blood on the ground, laughing and showing a row of teeth stained with blood: "Officer Thomas, it's you again, you bastard?"
" It's me." Officer Thomas shrugged indifferently, then took a pair of handcuffs that chromeplate surface shimmered with police lights from his waistband. "Santos, save your strength for the courtroom. Even if your father has abilities like superman, he can't bring you out of there this time."
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The GTR drove with its high-power high beam headlights, speeding up and slowing down in the alleyway, occasionally performing drifts around corners. In this dark alley, the GTR felt like a frightened doe running for its life.
Suddenly, the GTR drove into a patch of darkness. The streetlights hanging on either side of the road went out, enveloping the entire road in pitch blackness.
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Bright electric sparks burst forth from the cables, shining brightly in the boundless darkness.
The GTR slowed down, and the only source of light was the high beam headlights and tail lights.
The silent darkness shrouded the GTR, and only two rays of light cut through the endless expanse of darkness. When it passed by, the black curtain of darkness seemed to be sewn back together again.
The GTR cut through the dark world.
Suddenly, in that split second, the engine roared like a raging wolf tearing through the silent black curtain. A pair of briefly lit deep blue wolf eyes roared out from the darkness toward the GTR's right side at a speed of 120 km/h!
The raised Mustang logo on the front of the car reflected a mysterious glow, and the car's tail danced violently as it spun sideways out of the "〦" shaped intersection. This was Corsions Muller's pre-planned "reverse swing drift".
The force of the reverse swing drift was twice as powerful as Santos's heavy braking method. The Ford Mustang was a heavyweight in the realm of racing cars, and if the whole body of the Mustang pressed onto the GTR's side by means of the reverse drift, the Mustang's hefty weight would exert a compressive force and inertia on Gotoh Se, along with lateral forces generated by tail flicks. This could send her down Masayoshi Takashi's path of righteousness.
Muller had installed a GPS tracker on Santos' AMG during the modifications, as he didn't trust Santos' reckless brain.
For example, Santos' pre-race tire screeching to intimidate Gotoh Se and show off his powerful engine, was evidence of Santos' foolishness. So when he heard the loud sound of a blown-out tire and the violent impact of the car colliding, he wasn't at all surprised.
Tyre burnout can greatly reduce a racecar's tire lifespan. Even though Muller had installed custom German-made Continental's track tires on Santos's AMG, due to the tyre burnout by Santos and Santos's heavy braking method, the driving wheels were completely locked and they rubbed violently against the rough and sharp slate surface of the alley. Since there were no repair or replacement points in this underground competition, even the best quality tires could still blow out under such overload conditions.
This is also why he didn't perform tyre burnout with Santos before the race.
He knew how difficult it was to overtake that Japanese freak in this narrow alleyway. So he had determined, based on the final resting place of the AMG's light on the GPS screen, that there was only one "⊥" shaped fork in the road from here until this alley merged with Highway 104. After formulating the plan, Muller drove here in the shortest possible time and waited silently in neutral gear. Like a cheetah lying in ambush in the grass, waiting for the antelope to pass by.
Muller smiled, thinking he had already won. Since Gotoh Se managed to overcome that obstacle posed by Santos, it proved that her driving skills were not as weak as he had thought.
Previously, when Mueller had heard about Hawak's incident, he had been skeptical of Gotoh’s driving skills. But now, Gotoh Se had dispelled his last remaining doubts and Muller saw her as a truly interesting opponent.
It was a shame that she still couldn't escape from his trap. The scene of the GTR flipping over would probably play out soon in this narrow alley.
That idea of stirring mix Gotoh Se's flesh and blood with pieces of the GTR popped up again, and now he was about to turn that crazy, bloody idea into reality.
He wanted Gotoh Se's death! Not dead but at least in a wheelchair or in bed forever like that Masayoshi Takashi! There can only be one king in Berlin, and he has seen the potential in Gotoh Se, the potential that leads to the throne, and he wants to kill her all, in this dark alleyway!
But the anticipated collision never came. Instead, only the sound of shattered glass filled Muller's ears.
The left headlight of the Mustang scraped against the right taillight of the GTR, causing spider web-like cracks on both glass lenses.
The GTR had managed to dodge his counterattack!
This couldn't be happening. Mueller steadied the steering wheel and saw the GTR's tires lock up, leaving black burn marks on the pavement.
The GTR was doing a straight-line drift!
He had not expected Gotoh Se to have added LSD to her GTR. LSD, a limited slip differential, is a type of improved differential that restricts wheel spin, allowing for normal turning and driving performance with different speeds on both driving wheels.In sometime,LSD is can become a get upper hand of race's sharp edge.
A long-distance straight-line drift wouldn't be possible without an LSD.
Gotoh Se directly chose to do a straight-line drift. Her back end contracted inward, avoiding the Mustang's deadly tailspin attack as it passed through the gap in the wall. Although her car's paint was heavily scratched, compared to being squeezed or overturned, scraping some paint was hardly insignificant.
The GTR drifted out of the alley and took a sharp turn onto the 104 Highway with a fierce flick of its tail. The engine roared as it accelerated to 280km per hour.
Muller cursed, " son of a Japanese bitch !" in extreme anger and slammed on the gas pedal, also swerving onto the 104 Highway.
He fixed his gaze on the GTR, whose rear end was already completely wrecked from the collision. Despite all the broken taillights and completely shattered rear bumper, Gotoh Se seemed to be favored by Lady Luck. No matter how skilled the driver was or how clever the tactic, no one could catch up to her.
"Well, let's try this," Muller thought, his lips curling into a devilish smile.
He reached his right index finger towards the red button on the center console, with the letters "Nos" printed underneath.
Every race driver know this words represent what,Nitrous oxide,they can bring driver and their car to hell or heaven,let them own the power to race with the devil.
Just as he was about to press the button, a torrential force suddenly struck the right front of the Ford Mustang. The engine hood popped up completely, as if a giant hand had slapped the Mustang's right side. The entire car spun 360 degrees at the intersection like a charcoal pencil, leaving countless messy rubber marks on the pavement.
As the airbag enveloped him, he saw police lights flashing. He had collided with a Chevrolet Tahoe police SUV. The black engine hood of the Tahoe flew out and lay on the asphalt, emitting dense white smoke along with his Ford Mustang engine.
He could vaguely see the police carefully surrounding his car, communicating via their radio outside the car door.
The radio crackled with static as a voice entered his ears:
"We lost track of the GTR, damn it! We lost it near Ober Neuendorf!"
Then a cold voice responded from outside his car door, "No worries, we successfully caught the mastermind of this race, Cousins Muller, by intercepting his Ford Mustang with a successful collision at the intersection of the 104 Highway and Lekenton Street."
Muller laughed again, this time closing his eyes and listening to the angry police officer shouting at him to get out of the car and put his hands on his head. He repeated those two English words in his mouth:
"Japanese freak."