43: Chapter 43 Pei Ji's Awakening, the Glory of the Veteran Driver

"Boom—!!!"

With a jarring sound of metal impact, the Ford F-650's explosion-proof tires, wider than a steamroller, slammed heavily onto the overpass road.

The entire overpass seemed to shudder.

The suspension system emitted a groan of overload, and the vehicle body jolted violently, like a wild bull that had just jumped off a cliff and was still going mad.

"Did... did we survive?"

Pei Ji gripped the steering wheel tight, the deathly pale color on his chubby face fading at a visible speed.

In its place was an eerie flush.

It was a physiological reaction to adrenaline pumping into his heart and exploding instantly.

"Hoo... hoo..."

Pei Ji panted heavily, staring blankly at the empty asphalt road ahead.

The momentary weightlessness he just experienced, along with the sense of dominance from controlling a steel beast weighing several hundred tons, was like a high-purity stimulant injected directly into his crown.

"Brother Feng..."

Pei Ji's voice was shaking, but not from fear.

He turned his head; those mung-bean eyes, which usually always looked clear and foolish, were now terrifyingly bright, with two flames named "madness" burning in his pupils.

"This thing... is so damn exciting!"

Qin Feng wanted to say a few words of comfort and, incidentally, tell him to drive slower.

After all, that "single-bridge" stunt just now had almost shaken the instant noodles out of his stomach.

But before Qin Feng could speak.

"Sit tight! Brother Feng!"

Pei Ji suddenly roared, looking like the Monkey King just jumping out from under the Five Elements Mountain.

He slammed his right foot onto the accelerator.

Truly slammed it.

The kind of slamming that welds the pedal to the floorboard.

"Vroom—!!!"

The violently modified V12 twin-turbo engine instantly erupted with a roar, and the terrifying push-back force was like an invisible giant hand, pinning Qin Feng firmly against the leather seat.

"Holy crap! Pei Ji, have you lost your mind?!"

Qin Feng subconsciously grabbed the handle above the car door, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

The needle on the dashboard spun clockwise like it was on drugs.

120... 160... 180...

In the blink of an eye, the red needle hit the "200" mark and was still trying to push into the redder zone.

The streetlights outside the window were stretched into blurry ribbons of light, connecting into a dazzling golden line.

"Hahahaha! Awesome! So awesome!"

Pei Ji laughed wildly while actually freeing up one hand to slap the dashboard in a flamboyant manner, "This is what you call driving! That piece of junk wuling hongguang from before was basically driving a bumper car!"

This guy had awakened.

Completely awakened.

If the Pei Ji of the past was a useless lackey who only knew how to shout "666," then the current him was a mad dog possessed by the God of Speed.

"Slow down! There's a curve ahead!" Qin Feng looked at the nearly ninety-degree sharp turn ahead, his eyelids twitching wildly.

This car weighed several tons, the inertia was terrifying; taking the turn like this was just asking for death!

"A curve? That's just a speed bump for the weak!"

Pei Ji let out a strange cry. Not only did he not slow down, he slammed the steering wheel and tapped the handbrake simultaneously.

"Screech—!!!"

The sound of tires rubbing against the ground was as sharp as a devil's nails scratching a blackboard.

The massive car body, in a posture that completely defied physical logic, fishtailed, bringing rolling white smoke as it slid past the guardrail.

The taillights even grazed the reflective strips on the guardrail, sparking a string of fire.

Perfect drift.

"Holy..."

Qin Feng swallowed, silently tightening his seatbelt.

This fatty, he's got something.

"Ahhh—!!!"

A high-pitched scream suddenly came from the back seat.

Qin Feng turned to look and saw that Su Tang wasn't scared pale like a normal girl.

On the contrary.

This girl was sprawled against the bulletproof glass, one hand holding her phone, the other making a peace sign at the scenery speeding backward outside the window.

Click! Click!

The flash went off wildly.

"So exciting! This is ten thousand times more fun than the TRON Lightcycle Power Run at Disney!"

Su Tang shouted while her fingers tapped quickly on the screen to edit photos, "The lighting in this one is good, this one is a bit blurry... oh whatever, I'll post a nine-grid collage first! The title will be 'Late night joyride with Joker, the romance of two hundred miles per hour'!"

Qin Feng: "..."

He suddenly felt he might be the only normal person in this car.

Meanwhile.

Two kilometers behind.

Dozens of police cars were chasing desperately.

The sirens rang through the sky, but they looked exceptionally powerless in front of the black beast that kept widening the distance.

"Report to Command Center! The target's speed is too fast! It has already exceeded two hundred and ten kilometers per hour!"

"Our cars are falling apart! Engine coolant temperature alarm!"

A Santana police car started emitting thick black smoke from under its hood and had to pull over.

Then the second, the third...

At this speed level, ordinary police patrol cars were simply not in the same dimension as a monster like the F-650.

"Trash! All trash!"

Zhao Shanhe's angry roar came through the walkie-talkie.

In the night sky.

The roar of propellers drowned out the wind.

A pitch-black police helicopter swooped down like a night hawk, its searchlight beam locking firmly onto the off-road vehicle speeding on the overpass.

At the cabin door.

A man wearing tactical camouflage and face paint was kneeling on one knee.

He was holding a pitch-black QBU-10 large-caliber anti-materiel sniper rifle.

The gun body was wrapped in anti-slip cloth, and the scope cover was already open.

Leng Feng.

Former Wolf Warrior special forces sniper instructor, currently the ace sniper of the Provincial Department's SWAT team.

"Falcon in position."

Leng Feng's voice was as cold as ice as it transmitted back to the Command Center, "The target is performing irregular maneuvers, but as long as you give me two seconds, I can take out his left rear tire."

"Permission to fire!" Xie Qingshang's voice came through, "Remember, we need him alive, don't blow up the fuel tank."

"Received."

Leng Feng took a deep breath and held it.

The world instantly stilled in his eyes.

The crosshairs of the scope rose and fell slightly with the rhythm of his breathing, predicting wind speed, predicting the lead, correcting for bullet drop.

The crosshairs were steadily locked onto the left rear tire of the speeding off-road vehicle.

"Goodbye, street racer."

Leng Feng moved his index finger slightly and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A 12.7mm armor-piercing bullet left the chamber, tearing through the air and rushing toward the target with the whistling sound of death.

This was a kill shot.

In Leng Feng's career, no one had ever dodged this shot.

However.

At the critical moment when the bullet was about to hit.

In the driver's seat.

Pei Ji, who was having the time of his life, suddenly felt his nose itch.

"Achoo—!!!"

Pei Ji sneezed a heaven-shaking sneeze, his whole body lurched forward, and his hand holding the steering wheel shook in the process.

The front of the car shifted to the right by a meter.

It was just that one meter.

"Whoosh—!"

The armor-piercing bullet that was destined to hit grazed the edge of the tire and slammed into the asphalt road, blasting out a bowl-sized crater, sending gravel flying.

"Huh? What was that sound?"

Pei Ji rubbed his nose, correcting the steering wheel back while looking at the rearview mirror in confusion, "Did I run over a pebble?"

In the helicopter.

Leng Feng suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide as copper bells.

"Missed?!"

How is this possible?!

He was the champion of the all-military sniper competition! This shot was perfect in both timing and angle!

Unless...

Leng Feng stared fixedly at the car in the scope.

Just at that moment, the car made an extremely subtle yet extremely precise "S" shaped sway.

That was... tactical evasion?!

"No, this isn't luck."

Cold sweat seeped out on Leng Feng's forehead, and his eyes became unprecedentedly grave.

"That driver... predicted my prediction."

"At two hundred kilometers per hour, he could actually sense the killing intent in the air? What kind of god-level driving skill is this?!"

Leng Feng grabbed the walkie-talkie, his voice trembling slightly: "Command Center! The target is tricky! The driver on the other side is a master! Maybe even... a God of Driving level existence!"

"What did you say?!"

In the Command Center, the chocolate in Xie Qingshang's hand was crushed into powder.

One Qin Feng was already difficult enough to deal with.

Now even the driver is this level of person?

How many more trump cards does this criminal gang have hidden?!

Inside the car.

Pei Ji had no idea he had just walked through the gates of hell.

He sniffed, reached out, and pulled a bag of potato chips from the storage compartment in front of the passenger seat.

"Brother Feng, want some chips? Tomato flavored."

Qin Feng looked at the bullet crater in the rearview mirror, then looked at the cute and clueless Pei Ji who was tearing open the packaging bag.

The corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

This luck...

Is this the real protagonist aura?!

The system couldn't help but pop up at this moment.

[Ding! Detected that the host's teammate "Pei Ji" has completed a god-level evasion!]

[Shock Value + 200,000!]

[SWAT ace sniper's mentality has collapsed! Reward "God-level Driving Skill Experience Card (Permanent Edition)" has been automatically solidified for Pei Ji!]

[New title unlocked: Ultimate Driving God!]

Qin Feng looked up at the sky, speechless.

So, you don't even need to show off yourself; watching your teammates show off is this satisfying?