Autumn famous mountain bike god is reborn

9:20 p.m., O City, Kanagawa Prefecture.

Outside the exit of the Tomei Expressway, the main passage leading to the Daguanshan Highway, there are some modified mountain racing cars parked piecemeal on both sides.

And the owners of these cars sat on the guardrail on one side in groups of three or four.

They idly watched the ordinary vehicles passing by on the less-traveled roads, and chatted with their acquaintances while smoking cigarettes.

"The fog tonight is still as thick as it was at this time of year." Someone sighed.

In the misty mountains, the visibility is pitifully low, and it is definitely not suitable for drag racing.

His friend nodded and agreed.

"Besides the elite of the slalom team, the only one who will go racing up the mountain in this kind of weather is the lunatic."

The lunatic he was talking about was the 'Reaper' who drove the dark silver GTR-32 and ran amok in this area.

"Having said that, I met him once." Another person couldn't help but said, "I accidentally glanced at the rearview mirror, and immediately recognized the silver R-32, and immediately realized that it was him. 600+ The horsepower is really not a joke, and it rushed over in an instant, scaring me almost out of my wits."

Everyone was shocked, and quickly asked: "Isn't it?! Then what happened to you in the end?"

All the mountain riders who are active in the Hakone area know that the dark silver R-32, known as the God of Death, is a violent lunatic without reason.

Especially in June, he appeared more frequently.

On the pitch-black mountain road, he has been driving at a desperate speed until dawn. If he encounters a car that dares to block the road, he will not only overtake it from the side - but also slam it into it in an outrageous and unreasonable manner. Until the opponent voluntarily or is forced to give way.

No matter what kind of car it is, as long as it dares to block his way on the Daguanshan Highway, it will be hit by a photo.

"Fortunately, I found out early and got out of the way without even thinking about it." The man smiled wryly: "That's why he didn't hit my car... But the person in front of me was more unlucky."

Originally running well, the rear of the car was damaged by the sudden appearance of a steel giant behind him, and he was forced to step aside, looking angrily at the culprit whizzing by.

It is not difficult to imagine the scene at that time, everyone fell into silence.

Until someone gritted their teeth and said, "Damn it, is there no one who can take care of that lunatic?"

But all mountain road drivers are fanatics who regard their car as their own life, how could they be willing to see their car being maimed by unreasonable bastards.

However, the speed of Reaper is horribly fast: whether it is technology or car performance, the most important thing is his completely irrational demeanor that puts life and death aside, no normal person would want to confront him .

Even the only one capable of stopping him is undoubtedly the well-known slalom team in this area.

For some unknown reason, during the more than two years that the God of Death has occupied the Daguanshan Highway intermittently, they have not troubled the God of Death.

However, there is an unwritten but must-obey death law between racing drivers on mountain roads—as long as there are conflicts and disputes between racing drivers, they must be resolved with racing skills.

Grim Reaper is apparently also a drag racer, or at least was once a drag racer: the 'blocking car' that he viciously and violently hits is not an ordinary road car in the true sense, but is active on the mountain roads in the Hakone Mountains. A drag racer's car.

Since he still retains a sliver of sanity and abides by this rule, no matter how much they hate him for doing evil here, it is impossible for them to seek the intervention of outsiders.

"Ugh."

Faced with this question that was asked by countless people, but no one could answer it, everyone fell silent.

At this moment, two powerful and powerful engine sounds accompanied by the clear and crisp sound of the pressure relief valve approached quickly, which also caught their attention for a moment.

——A white FC-3S and a black GTR-32 drove off the Tomei Expressway in tandem and went straight to the direction of Daguanshan.

Although it is only driving on a straight road, it is not difficult to see that not only the performance of the car is superior, the suspension is well tuned, but the level of the driver is definitely not ordinary .

Two car figures, one white and one black, flashed past everyone like lightning, and disappeared from sight in an instant.

The riders, who were stunned for a moment, couldn't help looking at each other the next moment, and then stood up abruptly.

"Hey, they really went in the direction of Daguan Mountain."

"It's a driver from other places. I've never seen a car like that in my local area."

"I saw it. Those two cars have the license plates of Gunma."

"When it comes to Gunma White FC, it will only remind people of Akagi's White Comet."

"How could he appear here? And I have never heard of any famous combination of FC and GTR in Gunma."

"The younger brother of the Takahashi brothers, I remember driving a yellow FD."

"I don't understand, is it just an ordinary passing car?"

"Idiot, from the sound of the engine and the movements of their acceleration, you can tell that they can't be ordinary people."

"No way...they don't really know. If you go up the mountain at this time, you will definitely meet the god of death!"

At this point, a sense of unease boils over in the crowd.

And Takumi Fujiwara, who is driving Mr. Ryosuke's FC, has maintained a high degree of concentration.

After being a listener of Mr. Ryosuke, he knew that when he came to Dakanshan in Hakone at this time, the probability of encountering the dark silver R-32 driven by 'Hojo Senpai' was extremely high.

In order not to let the other party realize his true identity, but mistook him for Mr. Ryosuke...he couldn't face the god of death from the beginning to the end.

You must choose to go first to avoid letting Hojo see his appearance through the rearview mirror, and you must also slightly imitate Mr. Ryosuke's running style.

Choosing to go first when racing against a local driver who is very familiar with mountain roads and has the malice to kill him is undoubtedly putting his life in an extremely dangerous situation.

What's more, what Fujiwara Takumi wants to do is not only to ensure his own personal safety, but also to ensure that FC is intact.

If he came alone, it might not be difficult to guarantee the former, but it is difficult to make FC safe and sound.

Out of these considerations, he had no choice but to ask his father for help.

Having his dad behind him is undoubtedly equivalent to having an absolutely credible strong player to make a backup plan for him and get double insurance... He can play without any scruples.

Fujiwara Takumi breathed a sigh of relief.

When he broke free from his thoughts, the direction sign of Daguan Mountain just came into view.

His eyes darkened, he turned to the side road without hesitation, and drove towards the place where the 'Reaper', who was full of resentment towards the owner of the white FC, was entrenched.

Whenever the anniversary of the death of his deceased girlfriend Kaori approaches, Hojo Rin's mood will fall into the brink of collapse, and his behavior will become more perverse, violent and erratic.

There are less than 3 hours left.

On the viewing platform at the top of Mount Daikan, Rin Hojo sat alone on the sultry stone steps that still had the sunlight from the day.

His upper body was hunched like an elderly man, his hands rested weakly on the knees on both sides, his whole body was as motionless as a stone sculpture, and his eyes, which hadn't blinked for a long time, were dead silent.

Knowing that whenever the fog covers the mountains and forests around Hakone, the number of "Reaper" will become extremely frequent. Most of the local road racers tacitly chose to suspend the drag racing out of fear of the two. Activity.

Invisibly, the place where Hojo Rin paid homage to Kaori was cleared.

During the day, there will be some tourists to visit the mountains and forests. At this time, except for the cicadas singing one after another, there is no trace of people.

On this night last year and the year before last, Hojo Rin would sit alone until daylight, waiting for the love rival he resented to come to the appointment.

If Takahashi Ryosuke appeared, he would fight to the death with the opponent, and let the loser go to the underworld to accompany Kaori.

If the other party did not challenge, he would drive to Kaori's tombstone, sit there for a whole day, and then leave.

The previous phone calls and text messages did not get a reply from Takahashi Ryosuke. Hojo Rin originally thought that this would be another day that was no different from the previous two.

——until his eardrums clearly captured the familiar movement of the rotary engine.

He blinked hesitantly, almost thinking that the powerful voice was an illusion produced by himself missing Kaori too much and eager to fight Takahashi Ryosuke to the death.

However, the sound was approaching the top of the mountain quickly, and it immediately made him realize that it was an out-and-out reality.

Although he could only distinguish the sound of the rotary engine running at high speed, his intuition told him clearly.

The one who will appear at this place at this time can only be Ryosuke Takahashi.

Hojo Rin suffocated slightly, and stood up suddenly.

"Kaori."

He moved the corners of his lips stiffly, showing a half-crying and half-smiling expression.

"he came."

As he staggered towards R-32, he muttered to himself: "The man you liked so much that you would rather give up your life than let him go... he finally came for you."

In the next game, choose the man you really like to accompany you.

It doesn't matter if it's me or Ryosuke.

Rin Hojo sat in the cab of the GTR, put on the seat belt with a dull expression, held the gear shift lever, and started the engine.

This time, you have to choose carefully, Kaori.

The dark silver R-32 waited quietly in the empty parking lot on the top of the mountain.

Just like a poisonous snake lurking in the grass, patiently waiting for the prey to appear.

The familiar and hated white car figure appeared in sight in an instant.

After it roared across the straight road in front of him, it obviously noticed the GTR with its lights on, so it turned around on the spot, facing the coming road.

After slowly driving in front of him, Akagi's white comet was as elegant and courteous as its owner, and calmly stopped by the side of the road, waiting for the opponent to join.

Hojo Rin turned a blind eye to the black GTR that probably came up with the white FC, but is now lazily waiting aside like a bystander.

His eyes were full, and only the white FC car was left.

The Grim Reaper, who has wandered the Hakone mountain roads for nearly two years, accelerated his putter without blinking.

The extremely lightweight R-32 is like a desperate hell flame, spreading out with a momentum of burning everything.

--Game start.