The entire body of the GTR looked as if it had just returned to Berlin from the Middle East, covered in battle scars. The surfaces of both sides were filled with terrifying, distorted gouges and scratches, resembling bizarre totems, and large patches of paint had peeled off. The glass covers of the taillights on both sides of the rear were densely covered with radial cracks of various sizes, resembling spiderwebs. The right taillight was even damaged and no longer emitted any light.
Both rear mudguards had been completely shattered when the car escaped from the Berlin police. One side of the front bumper hung down after being hit at high speed by a Dodge Charger police car during the pursuit. When accelerating, the hanging part would even blazed with sparks as it scraped the asphalt road surface.
After driving onto the No. 10 ring road from highway 109, the GTR managed to shake off the pursuing Berlin police at extremely high speeds. Then, it merged into the peak traffic entering the city near Oben Noyndorf, seamlessly blending in like a fish in water, completely losing the police's target.
Of course, all of this was also thanks to the fact that the police's several EC145 helicopters didn't pay attention to the GTR at the time. Instead, they were hovering and chasing the main underground racing group on highway 114.
The GTR slowed down to match the speed of ordinary family cars on the road, then took highway 96 from Oben Noyndorf to downtown Berlin. As it approached the Mitte district, it turned into the complex network of alleys to avoid the temporary checkpoints set up by the police at the city border.
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When Elvin felt a strong high beam shining on the copperplate paper porn magazine he was flipping through, he was immersed in the sexy bikini photos of Jelena Jansen. It was unusual for him to suddenly feel that the reflection on the paper surface of Jelena's protruding chest area had become much brighter than a few minutes ago.
The sudden increase in cold white light made Elvin think that the touch-sensitive brightness adjustment button on the desk lamp had been accidentally triggered while he was engrossed in the content. But when he looked at the desk lamp, he suddenly realized that it had already melted the internal resistance wire due to overheating while charging last night.
When Elvin caught a glimpse of the foggy glass, he realized that a car was stopped in front of the gate barrier.
Elvin, weighing about 200 pounds, felt like a piece of butter just entering an oven when the weather had just turned to summer, his fat body seemingly melting in the gradually warming environment.
Fortunately, Elvin worked in the Panke Villa District, where the central air conditioning in the guard booth operated 24 hours a day, providing him with a cool environment to focus on his porn magazines.
The number of vehicles passing through in the early morning was far less than during the daytime, which meant that the night shift required far less time for inspection and verification of incoming vehicles than the day shift.
This was why Elvin had begged his supervisor to switch him from day to night shift. The long, quiet nights gave him plenty of time to fantasize about the sexy, revealing swimsuit pictures of countless actresses like Jansen and Fukada Moe, intertwining with them in his mind.
However, there were also times when he was too immersed in it, not noticing waiting vehicles at the barrier, resulting in angry reprimands from drivers and even complaints about him for not lifting the barrier in time.
Just like now.
The high beam headlights shattered in the thin layer of mist that had condensed on the guard booth's tempered glass due to the drastic temperature difference between the inside and outside. The pale light turned into quartz-like particles, sprinkling in between the fine droplets of mist, painting a huge silver-white halo on the blurred glass.
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Elvin secretly prayed in his heart that the driver wouldn't report and complain about him. Although the supervisor wouldn't fire him — because no one else was willing to take over the unbearable night shift — that bastard Nathans would still directly deduct a day's salary from him.
Apparently, this car hadn't passed through the automatic identification system. This meant that Elvin had to go out and question the driver personally, and if necessary, he would have to call the homeowner for confirmation — and the thought of dealing with these troublesome and useless procedures gave him a headache.
Elvin reluctantly opened the sliding door of the guard booth, and the moment the door opened, he felt a suffocating heat wave hit him in the face, swallowing and occupying the cool air that had accumulated inside the cabin.
When he saw the conspicuous "GTR" vertical car logo and the unfamiliar light pink car body, a faint sense of alertness arose in his heart.
The Meileike Villa District was located in the Panke District of Berlin, which was a well-known affluent area with various villa districts. Elvin hadn't been working in Meileike for a long time, but he knew all the luxury cars of each household, as Meileike was a small villa district with no more than 30 detached villas.
For example, the Smith family's Rolls-Royce Cullinan or the newly purchased Maybach of the Hoffman couple.
However, he had never seen this Nissan GTR. In fact, Nissan GTR were relatively rare in Germany's wealthy districts. Most of the rich and crazy young masters and princesses chose Italian Ferraris or German Porsches from European Union countries. Mature and stable middle-aged businessmen preferred Maybachs, Rolls-Royces, or even stretched Lincolns for their business dealings. Japanese cars were rare among Europe's upper class.
As Elvin glanced at the car body, his doubts and alertness gathered like a thick fog in his heart.
This car had just been in a significant accident, with half of the rear bumper hanging off, damaged taillights, and large areas of scraped paint.
How could such a car appear in the Panke Villa District? It should be in a scrapyard or accident recovery yard.
Just as Elvin was about to knock on the coated window glass of the driver's seat, the glass suddenly lowered automatically, revealing a gap just wide enough to fit an arm. Then, a fair-skinned arm stretched out from inside the car, with a gold card pinched between the slender index and middle fingers.
A3, Gotoh Osamu.
Only a few gilded letters were engraved on the gold card, representing the villa district number and the homeowner's name. Although the card was small, it served as an ID card, indicating that the car could freely enter and exit the Meileike Villa District.
Elvin suddenly became respectful. The Gotoh family was a newly emerging wealthy family in the Panke District. Although there were quite a few Asian families in the Panke District, Elvin respected the Gotoh family so much because the Gotoh couple was among the few homeowners who still maintained respect for him without any arrogance.
That day, Elvin brought his Lucen guitar. Little did anyone know that loving heavy metal rock was one of Elvin's few normal hobbies. After going through all the adult magazines late at night, Elvin listened to Marron5's "Animals" on the late-night music radio to refresh himself. He plugged in his guitar and played along with the melody on the radio. He didn't notice that Gotoh Osamu's black Lexus had been waiting outside for five minutes.
Finally, Gotoh Osamu got out of the car and knocked on his door: "Hey, chubby kid, you're good at playing the guitar."
At that moment, Elvin hastily swept the open adult magazine on the table into the drawer underneath, with Yua Mikami still showing a sweet smile on the cover.
"Can I try playing it?" Gotoh Osamu exuded a faint smell of alcohol, apparently just back from a night out.
With Elvin's permission, Gotoh Osamu tested the sound and played a few notes, his fingers dancing nimbly on the nylon strings.
Then, the impassioned melody of "Natural" by Imagine Dragons burst forth from the six nylon strings of the Lucen guitar, like an enraged cobra with its neck swollen, slithering towards the nut and then into Elvin's ears.
Gotoh Osamu sang the lyrics loudly in his slightly hoarse voice. Elvin felt as if an Imagine Dragons without drums was performing live in front of him.
After the 3-minute performance of "Natural," Gotoh Osamu took a deep breath: "I've heard my daughter play this song at home, and I liked the melody, so I listened to it a few times. Luckily, my early years' foundation hasn't completely faded, so I didn't embarrass myself here."
"Did you play in a band before, Mr. Gotoh?"
"Well, it wasn't really a band. Just a few years of random playing in Yokohama's underground night scene. We were just a bunch of young people with a rock 'n' roll dream gathered together, barely resembling a rock band." Gotoh Naoki handed the guitar back to Elvin and continued:
"My favorite band at that time was Asian Kung Fu Generation. I even fantasized about touring the country like them, becoming popular across Asia and the world. Now that I think about it, it was an unrealistic dream. Instead of becoming Gotoh Masafumi, I ended up on the path of Akio Morita. It's quite funny."
As Gotoh Osamu was leaving, he patted Elvin's shoulder: "Chubby kid, keep going. Life is like playing the guitar. Our life's music may suddenly end due to unexpected troubles like a broken string, or we may have to change the melody and direction of our lives due to issues with the accompaniment. But no matter what, we should all try our best to play our own guilt-free life's main theme."
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He looked at the gold card with "Gotoh Osamu" printed on it, handed it back to the driver in the main seat, and then returned to the booth, pressing the lift button. The barrier gate was raised, and he watched the GTR disappear into the night.
Elvin reminisced about this past encounter. If it weren't for Gotoh Osamu's words, he might not have persevered in this seemingly meaningless hobby, and his mind would still be filled with tons of adult content, leaving no room for music.
"Mr. Gotoh, I will also play a guilt-free chapter for myself."
Elvin whispered to the empty darkness in front of the window.