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Chapter 576
chapter 0253 part 1
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.
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.
