14: Chapter 14: The Deadly Speed ​​King Arrives, Wuling Hongguang Drifts

Outside the bank entrance, the night wind carried the scent of gunpowder, piercingly cold.

A black wuling hongguang, which rattled everywhere except for the horn, was parked in the shadows under a streetlamp. The body was covered in scratches, the right side-mirror was wrapped in layer upon layer of clear tape, and the exhaust pipe was chugging out black smoke like a patient in the late stages of asthma.

In the driver's seat, Pei Ji's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his nails almost sinking into the peeling faux leather. He was as thin as a monkey, and a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose was currently tap-dancing to the high-frequency tremors of his body.

"I'm not doing this... I'm not doing this job anymore..."

Pei Ji's teeth chattered, and tears welled up in his eyes. Through the grease-stained windshield, he saw two figures rushing out of the bank entrance, followed by a SWAT Team surging out like a tide.

Hundreds of people!

Fully armed!

Those dark muzzles and the dull thud of riot shields clashing—he could feel the suffocating pressure even through the car window.

"Is that Qin Feng? And behind him is... the police brigade?!"

The string in Pei Ji's mind labeled "reason" snapped with a "twang."

Run!

I have to run!

Appearance fees, the director's instructions—they were all trivial compared to his life.

Pei Ji let out a miserable cry and scrambled to push the gear lever, not even stepping on the clutch. The gearbox emitted a tooth-aching "clatter" of clashing gears. He wanted to shift into reverse, turn around, and get as far away from this place as possible.

"Bang!"

The passenger door was violently yanked open.

A gust of cold wind rushed in, and before Pei Ji could react, a fragrant scent mixed with the smell of a man's sweat hit him in the face.

Su Tang was stuffed into the back seat like a ragdoll. Before she could even sit steadily, Qin Feng had already lunged into the passenger seat like a black panther.

"Drive!"

Qin Feng's voice was low, carrying an unquestionable authority. Although his mask was off and sweat covered his face, his eyes were terrifyingly bright, like an Asura who had just crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"B-B-Big Brother..."

Looking at the legendary "vicious bandit" beside him, Pei Ji was scared out of his wits. His hand, which had been trying to shift into reverse, froze in mid-air.

"What are you dazing for? Waiting for the police to treat you to a late-night snack?"

Qin Feng glanced back.

The cordon had been broken, and the leading SWAT officers were less than twenty meters from the rear of the car. Xiahou Dun's face, as black as the bottom of a pot, was exceptionally clear under the streetlights, and the Type 95 Assault Rifle in his hand was already raised.

"Run!" Qin Feng growled, wishing he could kick this coward out and drive himself.

"M-my legs are weak..." Pei Ji sobbed, his foot shaking on the clutch pedal like he was working a sewing machine.

"Pfft—stalled."

The wuling hongguang gave him "face" by convulsing once, and the already weak wheezing of the engine vanished instantly.

The air froze.

The SWAT officers who had chased them out were stunned.

This was the getaway vehicle?

This was the legendary god car?

"Fire! Shoot the tires!" Xiahou Dun roared. Although they were training rounds (rubber bullets), at this distance, punching through the sheet metal of such a junk car was child's play.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Dense gunfire erupted instantly.

Rubber bullets slammed into the thin, brittle body of the wuling hongguang, making a crisp popping sound like frying beans. The rear windshield was instantly covered in cracks, like a shattering ice surface.

"Aaah! Murder!" Pei Ji held his head in his hands, his screams more wretched than a slaughtered pig.

Su Tang huddled in the back seat, her hands tightly gripping the back of Qin Feng's seat. There was no fear in her eyes; instead, they were filled with excitement: "So thrilling! Is this what it feels like to be a fugitive on the run?"

Veins bulged on Qin Feng's forehead, and his temples throbbed.

What time did they think it was!

One was scared to death, the other was a hopeless fangirl!

What kind of god-tier teammates were these?

"Stop screaming!"

Qin Feng backhandedly slapped Pei Ji's thigh with such force that Pei Ji's scream changed pitch.

"Step on the clutch! Shift into first gear! Floor the gas!"

Qin Feng's instructions were short and powerful, carrying a convincing magic (actually, it was born of terror).

Pei Ji's brain went offline from the slap, and his body instinctively followed the instructions. His left foot stomped hard on the clutch, his right hand mechanically pushed the gear lever into first, and his right foot floored the gas.

"Vroom—!!!"

The long-neglected, small-displacement engine let out a heart-wrenching roar, the tachometer needle instantly hitting the redline.

"Release the clutch!" Qin Feng roared.

Pei Ji's left foot slipped, and the clutch "snapped" open.

A launch start!

But this wasn't the precise launch of a racing driver; it was pure mechanical violence.

The front wheels of the wuling hongguang spun wildly on the asphalt, emitting a puff of pungent blue smoke. Then, the entire car lunged forward like a wild boar whose tail had been stepped on.

Because the power output was too intense, the front of the car even veered strangely to the left.

"Whoosh—crack!"

This veer happened to dodge a string of bullets aimed at the right rear wheel.

The bullets hit the empty ground, kicking up a row of sparks.

Xiahou Dun's eyes widened.

"Prediction?!"

"He actually predicted my trajectory?!"

Before the SWAT Team could react, this dilapidated wuling hongguang had already begun its performance on the road.

Pei Ji was now completely out of his mind.

He had no idea how he was driving. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and because of extreme fear, his arms were undergoing high-frequency, irregular tremors.

This caused the steering wheel to keep swaying left and right.

Thus, in the eyes of outsiders, the car exhibited an extremely bizarre movement pattern.

One moment it was drawing an 'S' to the left, the next it was drifting to the right. It even almost hit roadside trash cans several times, only to miraculously pull back at the last millisecond.

"Bang bang bang!"

The SWAT officers behind continued to fire, but all the bullets were like those of an "Outline Master," flying past the car body, hitting the bumper, or striking the already shattered glass. They just couldn't hit the tires.

"Damn it! Is this car using Drunken Fist?!"

One SWAT officer's gun barrel was already hot. He threw his gun down in frustration.

Inside the command center.

Zhao Shanhe stared at the large screen, his face ashen, the bottle of Fast-acting Heart-saving Pills in his hand nearly crushed.

In the footage sent back by the drone, that black wuling hongguang was like a slippery loach, weaving through the traffic with ease. That chaotic movement, which completely defied physical inertia, left even an old criminal investigator like him dumbfounded.

"What... what kind of tactical maneuver is this?"

The traffic police liaison beside him swallowed hard, his voice dry: "Director Zhao... this looks like the legendary 'Pendulum Turn'... no, the oscillation frequency is too fast, it's like a variant of 'Inertia Drift'... This driver is a top-tier expert!"

An expert?

If Pei Ji heard this, he would probably cry himself unconscious in a toilet on the spot.

His hands were just shaking!

"Pursue! Deploy the riot armored vehicles! Keep the helicopters close!" Zhao Shanhe's roar made the microphone hum. "I don't believe it! Can a crappy wuling hongguang actually fly?!"

Meanwhile, the livestream chat completely exploded.

The bullet comments were so dense they completely obscured the screen.

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!"

"Who's driving? Is this a maneuver a carbon-based lifeform can pull off?"

"Is this a wuling hongguang? This is clearly the Mt. Akina AE86!"

"I saw it clearly! That snake-like movement was to avoid the sniper blind spot on the left! That tail-flick was to use centrifugal force to evade the fire net on the right! This driver isn't just a racing god; he's a tactical master!"

"Is this the legendary god car? A two-thousand-yuan car driven with the momentum of twenty million!"

"Vicious Bandit Brother is awesome! Even his getaway driver is so hardcore!"

"Pei Ji: I'm not, I didn't, I just want to go home..."

...

Inside the car.

The wuling hongguang was still swaying wildly. It felt like riding a roller coaster inside a drum washing machine.

"Urgh..."

Su Tang covered her mouth, her face pale. The excitement from earlier had passed, and now only motion sickness and the urge to vomit remained. But looking at the "cool" Qin Feng in front, who was tightly gripping the handle, she forced herself to swallow the nausea.

I can't vomit!

Vomiting in front of my idol would be the end!

In the passenger seat, Qin Feng actually wanted to vomit even more than Su Tang.

With one hand gripping the ceiling handle and the other pressed firmly against the dashboard, his whole body shook violently with the car. Although his mask was off, he was still wearing that aloof "mask."

"Stay steady... don't panic... I am the Bandit Godfather..."

Qin Feng muttered in his heart, forcing his facial muscles not to collapse. He glanced sideways at Pei Ji.

This guy had already cried himself into a mess.

Tears and snot covered the steering wheel, and he was still mumbling: "Waaa... Mom... I want to go home... This is too scary... I want to take the civil service exam... I don't want to be in the entertainment industry anymore..."

While crying, his foot didn't loosen on the gas pedal at all; in fact, he stepped on it even harder due to nervousness.

The speedometer needle had already soared to 120.

On these crowded city roads, driving a van that was about to fall apart at 120—what did that mean?

It was looking for death.

"Turn left at the intersection ahead!" Qin Feng shouted, looking at the escape route map provided by the system.

"L-left? But the light is red!" Pei Ji cried out.

"Run it!" Qin Feng gritted his teeth. "We're robbers! Have you ever seen a robber wait for a red light?!"

"Oh... waaa..."

Pei Ji wailed while violently turning the steering wheel.

The wuling hongguang made an unscientific sideslip, with one of the four wheels even leaving the ground. With a piercing screech of friction and a trail of sparks, it forced its way into the left-turn lane.

Behind them, several pursuing police cars had to brake urgently because of this sudden, unannounced sharp turn, instantly crashing into one another.

"Perfect."

Qin Feng watched the pile of flashing police lights gradually recede in the rearview mirror and let out a long breath.

Although the process was pathetic, the result... was indeed "god-like."

He turned his head and looked at the still-sobbing Pei Ji, a sudden sense of respect welling up in his heart.

This kid, though a coward, this technique born of shaking hands...

Actually had something to it.

"Stop crying."

Qin Feng pulled out a crumpled tissue from his pocket (originally meant for wiping his mask) and tossed it onto Pei Ji's lap.

"Wipe."

"Dry your tears."

Qin Feng leaned back against the seat, his gaze fixed on the dark road ahead, a relieved smile finally playing on the corners of his mouth.

"After tonight, you're going to be famous."

Pei Ji sniffled, wiped his face haphazardly with his sleeve, and asked with a sob, "Really? Will the director give me more money?"

Qin Feng: "..."

Isn't this focus a bit skewed?

Outside the window, the city's neon lights receded rapidly, pulling into streaks of vibrant light.

The roar of the wuling hongguang gradually faded, leaving only a legendary silhouette as it disappeared into the night of Jianghai City.

And this reality show called "simulated crime" had only just begun its most insane prelude.