Chapter 415 - 247: The Swaying Heart

"Damn, what’s the story with that Eisenberg?"The burly driver of the Jurassic car widened his eyes—the Silver Rider 577 in the rearview mirror looked like a neon phantom, with the coastline’s curves vanishing beneath its wheels, maintaining speed through eight consecutive bends!

Cars still in the third echelon now are essentially saying goodbye to the finals.

But Harrison is different!

His meticulously modified Jurassic is a bloodthirsty beast, powerful engines, abundant weapon slots, and an EMP collision device, all born to devour opponents!

Harrison stays behind to let those lightweight shells taste his prowess, making his mark as the "Explosive Racer" in the Palmer Racing!

"Damn, perfect opportunity to strike!"

He gripped the steering wheel tightly with a creak, then to his surprise:

The Silver Rider 577 doesn’t even regard the cars in the bends as obstacles, accelerating continuously along the narrow, deadly route!

Harrison pulled an EMP grenade and hurled it out the window.

He knew well how fragile those smart vehicle driving systems are; a problem in the assist system and the vehicle would instantly lose balance!

Click~

The black bomb rolled off the Jurassic’s rooftop.

Screech—

The expected sudden braking sounds came from behind.

"Aha!"

Harrison swung the steering wheel but was shocked to find—the Silver Rider in the rearview mirror gently "nodded," reducing speed to avoid the EMP’s blast zone, quickly redistributing torque to the rear wheels, perfectly countering the "death spin" effect caused by lateral suspension.

"Fa, fa, fuck!"

The Jurassic suddenly fishtailed.

Bang!

Harrison felt a clear collision.

But it wasn’t him; it was the Silver Rider that suddenly accelerated, gently tapping in his inertia direction.

"Damn!"

High-speed racing is even more precise than bomb defusal.

The Silver Rider’s gentle collision broke his precarious balance.

Harrison could feel his beast beneath him suddenly losing control; no matter how he turned the wheel, it felt like infuriating the opponent, followed by a dizzying spin, the entire car crashing into a billboard, then...

Taking off!

"DM—"

A dazzling burst of sparks and extinguished mosaic pierced through the windshield.

Harrison felt his scalp tingle in those few airborne seconds.

Because his car was stuffed with deadly weapons, those explosive dangers hadn’t had the chance to make their name before possibly detonating from the fierce impact.

Boom—

A fiery tornado illuminated the ring road.

The brightness within the smoke continuously increased, explosion after explosion lit up the crystalline car body of the Silver Rider 577.

Oulos grabbed the handrail, embedded in the co-pilot seat.

Her fingers trembled slightly, not being strength-type mechanical limbs, just maintaining balance was exhausting.

In the driver’s seat.

John had a blank expression since activating the vehicle.

His pupils streamed with full vehicle data, as if those deadly bends, flashing and disappearing red alerts were a simulation.

The explosion sounds were thrown behind, just like every previous overtaking.

"Enter the city."

"Hmm?"

Oulos suddenly heard John speaking.

Before she could react, the whistling through the car frame made her mechanical heart accelerate blood supply.

The Silver Rider supercar sped into the bustling urban area—

This is the West District’s border.

Outside the semi-quarantine zone.

The street race can’t clear the urban lot, so this is no longer the open docks or sparsely populated city outskirts highway, but bustling streets, holographic projections spreading like mold in every corner!

Thus, the supercar plunged into the brilliance.

John controlled the steering wheel with one hand, toes switching pedals, while his other hand effortlessly pressed the "gently floating" Oulos back into her seat.

Bang, sizzle—

The Silver Rider "glided" across the city streets landing in the commercial street under the Plato Building, carving out two clear tire marks.

"Cough, cough!"

Oulos felt the air in her lungs sucked dry.

Beep, beep beep, vroom—

Her eyes had just opened when countless vehicles brushed past her.

Her ears filled with brake and horn sounds.

The city’s scenery flowed like water across the car window.

Oulos was tightly surrounded by the seat, the windshield before her transforming into a dazzling crystal ball.

The intense dizziness made her feel dreamlike.

Clack, bang.

John’s operating noises briefly woke him up.

Exhale—

The next second.

The Silver Rider supercar plunged into the city tunnel.

Yellow tubes of light flashed regularly past Oulos’ eyes, and the roar of brakes and collisions stretched into a blur.

Just when she felt suffocated...

The light at the tunnel’s exit sliced into her vision like a Mantis Blade.

John didn’t slow down, sharply turned the wheel, took the outside line, and burst out, the scorching tires unleashing an overwhelming force on the concrete channel.

Oulos’ mechanical heart continued to throb.

That supposedly ever-pumping technological creation was now undergoing intense pressure testing rivaling experiments.

In the fleeting frames outside the window, she saw wild racers left behind.

Vehicles collided and overturned within the tunnel.

"Ha."

Oulos groggily let out a chuckle.

An unfamiliar emotion flowed from her precisely functioning heart.

The feeling was called "pleasure."

"...The weapons loaded are quite ruthless. I doubt the cops would allow another round at the docks..."

John seemed to be speaking.

Oulos was dazed, unable to hear clearly, turning her head only to see his mouth moving, but lacking the mental capacity to grasp the details.

"Close your eyes!"

"Hey!"

"Now!"

John furrowed his brow.

Oulos finally withdrew her gaze, only to feel a blast of heat erupting outside the passenger seat!

The aftermath of the explosion sparkled on the rims.

John locked the front wheels, letting the limited-slip differential maintain power to the rear wheels.

The whole car performed an extreme drift under the square’s holographic projection.

A trailing small missile was lured and exploded on a vending machine, with varying degrees of power failures occurring in the nearby stores thereafter.

Bzzz—

Police drones appeared overhead almost simultaneously.

The ECPD finally couldn’t hold back, dispatching police force across three districts through the dispatch channel to hunt down the Street Racing Gang.

Silver Rider 577 straightened and accelerated.

The explosions rippled waves on the crystalline car coat.

Whoosh—

The passenger window was rolled down.

The gale rushed in, blowing away Oulos’ hair, returning to calm after five seconds of breathlessness.

"Spit, fuckin’ hell, John!"

Oulos spat out the short hair from her mouth, frowning at him.

John remained expressionless.

"You almost passed out; I’m helping you stay awake. Don’t forget, we have a deal to close."

"Heh, no rush. Let’s win the race first."

"It’s already done."

John’s response surprised Oulos.

She suddenly discovered the "Finish Line" on the virtual map had faded behind, while the electronic leaderboard proudly displayed words of congratulation for first place.

Swish—

John easily evaded the drones, bringing Silver Rider 577 to a halt at Palmer’s dock.

The coolant beneath the hood boiled.

The exhaust hissed like a serpent spitting its tongue.

Oulos stepped out of the car, clutching the doorframe, enduring the headache.

Her artificial eye flickered, scanning dense data, attempting to recalibrate her mechanical heart’s erratic beats.

After a long while.

The vital signs warning disappeared.

Oulos finally relaxed, gazing toward the racing direction earlier.

Eden City’s night sky lit up with swirling blue and white mist, police searchlights and hovercars weaving through the holographic projections.

"Fuck, John, you... huh?"

Oulos didn’t see the familiar figure in the driver’s seat.

She held onto the doorframe, raised her head, her view stretching across the car roof, just in time to see—John jogging across the street, tossing over a bottle of chilled sparkling water.

The vapor condensed into dew.

Diffusing half the city in iridescence.

Oulos forgot what she wanted to say, just as she was about to speak, she heard John on the opposite side raise his hand to signal silence.

[Communication channel authorization/agreed]

[Unknown contact [voice call]]

[John, it’s me. You’re lucky, aren’t you? I got the goods you wanted at an underground clinic, quite a fuss it was. Hurry over, or you won’t get the fresh goods.]

Ghoul called.