Autumn famous mountain bike god is reborn

Tomei Expressway.

The temporarily borrowed FC was extremely quiet, and Shi Hao, who was sitting in the passenger seat, changed his usual talkativeness, and was too nervous to say anything.

He tightly grasped the handle on the upper left, fixed his body, and only dared to squint to watch FC dashing across the wide road, galloping forward at an extremely dangerous speed.

Fortunately, at this point in time, there was not much traffic on the Tomei Expressway, and there were no traffic police standing guard.

Although Shi Hao felt fear instinctively, he remained silent all the time.

Having known Takahashi Ryosuke for several years, he knows better than anyone that the other party is definitely a genius known for his calmness and rationality, and he is extremely demeanor and principled.

Even the mountain road racer who is known as the No. [-] mountain road racer in Gunma, and even North Kanto, never speeds on ordinary roads with ordinary vehicles.

Except now.

Shi Hao knew very well that even though Liangjie didn't show any emotion on his face now, but...he must have been on the verge of the limit.

Just like the precarious ice floes on the polar sea in midsummer, only a thin layer is left after being scorched by the scorching sun, which can no longer cover up the turbulent waves underneath.

Shi Hao, who was thinking wildly, didn't notice that the journey normally takes two and a half hours, but this time it was forcibly shortened to two hours.

When he saw the exit of the Tomei Expressway leading to Hakone through the gradually thickening white fog, Shi Hao suddenly realized that this life-threatening journey was coming to an end, and felt "saved" for the first time.

"Shi Hao."

Takahashi Ryosuke indifferently controlled FC to drive out of the exit quickly, and said without warning: "You shouldn't have followed."

"Don't be joking." Shi Hao was stunned, and retorted without thinking: "I've never seen you in such a crazy state... Whether it's for my friends or for the just-started Project D, I can't just sit idly by of."

Takahashi Ryosuke's expression was still cold, without any change.

I don't know how long it took before he slightly relaxed his white fingers from holding the steering wheel too hard. In his deep voice, there was an obvious tremor that anyone could detect.

He took a breath and said slowly, "If Takumi had an accident this time."

As if to suppress the great pain that was constantly spreading from his chest, he paused abruptly, and his Adam's apple rolled down with difficulty.

Shi Hao looked at him worriedly: "Liangjie."

The silhouette on the side is still beautiful, but Ryosuke Takahashi's state at this time is like a glass statue with countless cracks in Shi Hao's eyes.

Takahashi Ryosuke was silent for a long time before speaking again.

His voice was very soft, and his voice was unprecedentedly hoarse: "That will be the disaster that I regret most in my life."

If he suddenly loses the beam of light that guides him for the rest of his life, even he may completely lose the strength to move forward.

When Kaori-senpai called him on the other channel before committing suicide, he tried his best to dissuade him, but all he left was guilt, confusion and regret.

Unlike this time, he clearly felt the heartbeat speeding up, the blood flowing all over his body became cold, and his mind turned blank... the extreme fear.

He knows better than anyone how paranoid Hojo Rin, who has been thoroughly penetrated into the horns, has become, and after blaming him and himself, how deep will he harbor malice towards him who behaved as if nothing had happened.

Why did someone as gentle and dull as Takumi become so sensitive this time?

After such a shy and intimate hug, he didn't hesitate to tell him a clumsy lie, but also borrowed FC.

For him, to face a terrifying situation alone that even a person with high driving skills may not be able to handle.

The dark blue pupils were gloomy and cold, but there was seriousness that even Shi Hao felt shuddering: "As revenge, I will probably commit atrocities that I can't even imagine."

When FC rushed down the Tomei Expressway and was speeding towards Daguanshan, the members of the roundabout team located on the mountainside of Daguanshan hurriedly picked up the walkie-talkie after witnessing the high-speed struggle between three cars with almost no distance between them.

"Mr. Ikeda! I saw the Reaper's car. But he is chasing a white FC at high speed, followed by a black R-32..."

The captain of the slalom team, Ikeda Ryuji, actually serves as the 'self-police team' among the drag racers in the Hakone area. Of course, he has heard about this dark silver R-32 that does whatever he wants.

But this cunning god of death is obviously not a pure lunatic, but a genius who is much smarter than most people, but only paranoid.

Ikeda tried to intercept him several times, but finally returned without success.

This time, after inquiring about the news that the god of death would definitely appear on Daguan Mountain at this time, he rushed here immediately after finishing his work in the monastery, and arranged for his team members to inform him.

"I saw it."

Ikeda Ryuji, who was waiting at the emergency parking place halfway down the mountain, really soon heard the sharp and piercing tire noise approaching rapidly.

He didn't care about talking to the team members on the other end of the walkie-talkie, and drove straight to the side of the road, ready to follow up at any time.

However, what shocked him was that the distance between the three workshops was so short that there was no room for his 350Z to insert at such a high-speed gallop.

In the blink of an eye, three figures of cars flew past.

He didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly followed at the end.

The dense fog that always hangs over the Hakone area during this season is called the 'white devil' by the locals.

In the case of poor visibility, even the most insane driver will not speed up to the extreme speed on the mountain.

——Only the God of Reaper GTR that despises the lives of others, but also doesn't care about his own life or death.

"Who is the license plate of Gunma?"

With a glimpse just now, Ikeda only saw that the leading model should be the white RX-7, and the dark silver GTR image of the Reaper was held back and forth, sandwiched in the middle, and the black GTR that fell at the end...

Ikeda frowned slightly, with a slightly puzzled expression.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but the movement of this GTR always makes him feel that compared with the crazy speeding of the god of death, the car in front closely following... is not ordinary.

He must have made a mistake.

The God of Reaper's ability to run rampant in this area for so long is enough to prove the opponent's superb driving skills.

Even when he had made preparations and intercepted intentionally, he was violently thrown away by the opponent the first few times.

And observing the movement of the black GTR, it is obvious that it has not been modified in details, and most of them are original factory configurations.

In this way, it can still keep up with the extremely lightweight R-650 with 32ps after the major modification of Reaper. The driver inside should be under tremendous pressure. How could it be a relaxed attitude?

But the goal of the Grim Reaper was not this GTR after all. Ikeda didn't have time to study this point in detail, so he refocused on the two cars entangled in the front.

However, the fog was too heavy and the speed of the car was too fast, so he could see very few FC's movements clearly.

In most cases, he could only watch as the God of Reaper slammed on the gas pedal forward without giving up, making severe impacts again and again.

Relying on the powerful horsepower far exceeding that of FC, Reaper will step on the accelerator pedal to the bottom without any hesitation every time it reaches a long straight road, making no secret of its intention to kill the car in front.

However, what shocked Ikeda, who was terrified just by looking at it, was that the FC accurately dodged fatal attacks every time.

The perfect to shocking high-speed horizontal turn, entering the state of four-wheel drift like flowing clouds and flowing water, the driving route is not really disturbed, and it is as light as a fallen leaf falling into the center of the lake.

"beautiful!"

Every time Ikeda broke into a cold sweat, he couldn't help applauding FC's superb manipulation the next moment.

Even though he was being chased repeatedly by a heavy iron block traveling at high speed like the Grim Reaper GTR, every time he dodged, it seemed that he was only a hair away from making a mistake.

But he can always avoid the attack with an incredible arc and speed, passing through one after another high-speed corners like clouds and flowing water.

When the GTR slammed into the FC, which was in a state of four-wheel drift and absolutely unable to withstand the intrusion of external forces, the FC accelerated straight away. It was the first to make up for the slippery state, and decisively ran over the slope of the road shoulder.

Races in WRC are full of whimsical ideas of drivers using various natural conditions to assist cornering.What's more, Fujiwara Takumi has learned to use Akina's drains to perform extreme cornering since he was a child.

No matter the sloping road shoulders or the outer slopes, under his exquisite control, they all turned into a docile inward track, firmly pulling the FC's high-speed sliding body.

"Really..."

Ikeda muttered, his forehead was covered with cold sweat from FC's extreme operation.

It was a miraculous performance that no one would believe if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes.

You must know that in the past, no one who was determined to be hit by the god of death, even including him, could escape at all!

As FC made full use of the characteristics of the track, it was always able to defuse GTR's aggressive attacks more and more times. Ikeda, who was still terrified, finally realized a little bit later.

This is not at all a coincidence as he originally thought, but a result of FC's technology and good luck, but more likely... the result of FC's careful calculations.

As soon as this conjecture came to mind, Ikeda shuddered.

He obviously has stronger driving skills, but he is unwilling to use them fully to get rid of the murderous Grim Reaper.

On an unfamiliar mountain road, facing an opponent who is so crazy that he doesn't even care about his life, will anyone really enjoy this kind of operation that is constantly wandering between life and death, like stepping on a tightrope on a cliff?

If this is true, it means that the driver sitting in FC is an out-and-out lunatic, far crazier than death.

If not, then what was his intention to do so, risking his life to do so?

If the black GTR behind him was his companion, why did he continue to follow leisurely after witnessing such a scalp-numbing horror scene, as if indifferent?

Could it be that they are going to lead Death somewhere?

At this time, Takumi Fujiwara, who was sitting in the FC cab, was not as relaxed as Ikeda thought.

Whether it is a difficult and unfamiliar track, or carefully observing the state of the terrifyingly powerful GTR behind you, it takes a lot of effort.

If it weren't for his nearly eight years of professional rally experience, which has trained him to have an unparalleled high concentration and strong reaction ability in extreme conditions, he might not be able to bear such pressure long ago when he needs to take care of all aspects.

However, the end of the game is coming soon.

Fujiwara Takumi glanced at the rearview mirror calmly.

If his observations are correct, the braking system and front tires of the dark silver GTR behind him have also reached their limits.

The dense corners make the response of FC's tires dull, let alone GTR.

He could clearly see through the rearview mirror that the understeer of the GTR was becoming more and more serious, and due to the failure of the braking force, the speed when entering the corner was too fast, which made the route of the GTR continue to move outward after cutting into the corner.

Just that time, he even rubbed against the outer guardrail with considerable force, causing the car body to shake violently.

I'm afraid it's on the verge of getting out of control.

Before the last consecutive corner, there is an emergency braking area for vehicles with brake failures... Will he go up?

Even though he thought so, Fujiwara Takumi was not surprised when he found that the GTR in the rearview mirror was still following after the car passed the emergency exit.