Autumn famous mountain bike god is reborn

Not only Fujiwara Takumi, but the other three people present also realized that they have entered the end of this murderous race.

But Ikeda did not breathe a sigh of relief.

On the contrary, he felt even more nervous.

Even though the absurd guess that 'FC might still have spare capacity' appeared in his mind, he still couldn't help but sweat for FC when he saw the GTR of Reaper moving more and more violently.

The cliffs in Hakone are very deep!

Even if you have come to the end of the Daguanshan Highway, it does not mean that there is a gentle flat land outside the guardrail—it is an out-and-out cliff.

The dark silver GTR can't stop slipping out of the line, which completely symbolizes the driver's further stepping into the abyss of loss of control.

However, the Grim Reaper still turned a blind eye to the last buffering auxiliary path, as if he wanted to bring FC into the underworld even if he gave up his life.

"No, he accelerated!"

When he realized that the GTR started to step on the accelerator recklessly and crashed into the car in front, his heart was instantly raised in his throat: "Damn it! Stop it!!!"

Even if FC still has some reservations in the front, it has not fully exerted its strength, but in this murderous game, the braking system, which is frequently and violently used, undoubtedly has its upper limit!

It's just that the GTR's actions are more crazy and disorderly, which leads to unnecessary excessive wear and tear and early problems.

But the god of death in front of him completely gave up his plan to brake!

The dark silver monster let out a desperate and hateful roar, and the deflation valve of "Pasha" seemed to slap Ikeda's eardrum fiercely.

The front is the final curve, and the inside is a solid mountain wall. There is no buffer breakthrough or emergency dodge space that FC could use before.

And what GTR rushed towards like crazy was the FC whose body had just entered the state of extreme speed sideslip.

In the case of this ton of giant iron giving up the desire to survive and accelerating suddenly, it is impossible for FC who is turning to avoid it!

The dark silver GTR seemed to rush to the side of the FC car in an instant, and slammed into it viciously!

"Do not--!"

Ikeda's eyes were tearing apart, and he couldn't help shouting!

He has always been indifferent to victory and admired the ZERO theory, but this is the first time he hates his driving skills so much for not being strong enough.

Facing this bloody tragedy, he had clearly prepared in advance, but because of insufficient skills, he couldn't do anything.

Unable to intervene in this game from the beginning to the end, I can only watch as the God of Reaper knocks his opponent out of the guardrail in order to vent his personal hatred, and they both fall into the valley——

"Well."

No one noticed that the black GTR, which had been closely following the Grim Reaper GTR the whole time, but had no sense of presence, finally moved.

The narrow-eyed tofu shop owner moved his stiff neck a little, and casually took the half-smoked cigarette held in his right hand to his left hand, and extinguished it in the built-in ashtray.

On his calm and breezy face... there was still no change in expression.

The only thing that can prove that he has become a little serious is the left hand that had been lazily resting on the gear lever, but completed the shifting and accelerating action in a blink of an eye.

What unfolded before Ikeda's eyes was beyond imagination to outsiders, and he, the only outsider present, also felt an unbelievable miraculous scene.

It seems that without much effort, he calmly followed the black GTR that seemed to be fighting fiercely, and suddenly accelerated and rushed out.

After cutting into the corner at a suicidal high speed, he did not take the fastest cornering route, but inserted into the gap between the dark silver GTR and the guardrail without hesitation.

It is also R-32, Rin Hojo’s engine that has undergone explosive modification and light weight is of course not comparable in performance to the original black GTR that was temporarily rented, and even has the logo of the car rental company on the rear wing.

But ironically, it is precisely because of the extreme light weight that he is not as good as the rented one in terms of body weight.

Moreover, the horsepower of Hojo Rin's car has reached a terrifying 650ps+ after being modified. In this informal downhill race, he didn't care about the throttle control at all, and just chased the car in front at all costs.

His front tires were getting slippery so quickly, and his brakes had nearly failed from overheating.

If the white FC is pretending to flee in embarrassment, it is actually a bait to exhaust the energy of the crazy hound.

The black GTR that hasn't been shot much during the whole process is a cunning and cunning hunter who has enough energy and is ready to shoot at any time.

The battle situation seems anxious, but in fact, there is no doubt that there is a world of difference between the driving skills and intuition of the drivers.

Fujiwara Takumi breathed a sigh of relief after confirming through the rearview mirror that his father was finally ready to do something.

He didn't hesitate any longer, after completing the heel-toe movement in an instant, he stepped on the accelerator pedal violently, causing FC to speed up suddenly in the middle of the bend, almost in an exaggerated horizontal posture sticking to the outer guardrail, and smoothly slid out of this tight corner amidst the deafening tire noise. Narrow bends.

This is a textbook-like extreme risk-avoidance operation, exhausting the last bit of tire grip he deliberately reserved along the way.

But it's definitely worth it-to ensure that Mr. Ryosuke's most important FC can remain intact while defusing Hojo Rin's final blow.

FC gave up the offensive space beautifully, and the black GTR, which had been insured by Fumta Fujiwara since the moment it was rented, and made sufficient preparations for damage, finally showed its powerful attack power that had been hidden all along.

With just a glance, Fujiwara Fumta easily saw through the slipping trajectory of the GTR accelerating out of control, and followed up decisively with a kick of the accelerator.

Then, under Ikeda's stunned gaze, at an angle that seemed random and sudden, but actually calculated just right, it was like a scalpel piercing the breakthrough with precision, and hit it without hesitation!

"Bang ga—"

In the state of high-speed driving, the same behemoth weighing more than one ton crashed into each other, and the impact surface suddenly sparked a dazzling spark visible to the naked eye!

"What, what is this!"

Ikeda was shocked to the extreme.

His mouth was wide open, if it wasn't for the instinct to control the car, he almost forgot to step on the brakes and hit him on the spot!

Fujiwara Bunta's driving experience is almost as much as all the drivers present combined.

The former rally driver who was once called "crazy Wentai" by his friends, controlled the angle within the impeccable and precise range, and adopted the most efficient way to minimize the damage to the two cars. Changes the hit position of the trail of travel.

The front of the car, which was originally facing the guardrail under the indulgent understeer of Rin Hojo, suddenly fell into a state of loss of control when the powerful impact was suddenly transmitted from the side and rear of the car body, and took the driver into a spin unexpectedly.

After turning more than [-] degrees to the right, Hojo Rin, who was about to vomit, instinctively stepped on the brakes, and the steering wheel suddenly tilted to the right.

And the dark silver GTR, which entered a sharp turn again, not only stalled faster, but also at the next moment——

"Bang--"

Amidst the ear-piercing scraping sound, Rin Hojo felt the world spinning around in front of his eyes, dragged by the almost completely out-of-control car, until finally there was an earth-shattering "bang" in his ear, and all this was completely quiet.

At the moment of losing consciousness, he didn't think about anything, but only vaguely smelled... a burst of familiar perfume.

"Kaori..."

is it you?

Hojo Rin struggled to open his eyes, but after a futile struggle, he fell into a coma.

Are you going to stop my duel with Ryosuke?

Then you...don't leave me again, Kaori.

——"God."

After witnessing the shocking scene full of violence and beauty just now, Ikeda couldn't even imagine how stupid the expression on his face would be.

After a brief daze, he hurriedly got out of the car, and ran towards the dark silver GTR, which was finally cut off from all speed and became dilapidated after a nearly 360° rotation and a series of collisions with the inner mountain wall.

He yanked open the deformed cab door with brute force, and saw Rin Hojo, who was miraculously safe and sound despite tears streaming down his face and losing consciousness.

"This is the god of death in the Hakone mountains."

Ikeda sighed in a complicated mood.

He sighed deeply, and without further hesitation, he managed to untie the driver who was firmly restrained by the seat belt.

He put the unconscious Hojo Rin on his back, and prepared to take him to a nearby hospital in his car immediately.

While he was busy, the father and son of the Fujiwara family, who have always talked less, also completed a brief communication.

Fujiwara Fumta lit another cigarette leisurely at some point, and while talking, blew out a beautiful smoke ring: "That's all right."

"It should be fine."

Fujiwara Takumi glanced at the messy scene, and then at the GTR that his father rented after the impact, which turned out to be only slightly damaged on the front left side: "Sure enough, my skills are still not as good as yours."

The 'double insurance' he asked his father to buy was really perfected to the extreme.

The means are simple and crude, but direct and effective.

Although it almost destroyed Hojo Rin's well-modified GTR...but in an emergency, there is no way.

At such a critical moment, it was the best ending to save the life of Hojo Rin who was sprinting violently towards the cliff outside the guardrail.

If Hojo Rin is still obsessed with obsession, at least he lacks the tools to do evil, so he won't be able to appear here in the short term.

"Nonsense." Fumta Fujiwara narrowed his eyes and said impatiently, "You are still far behind here."

Fujiwara Takumi rarely refuted: "Yes."

The idiot's son was suddenly so witty, which made Fumta Fujiwara a little uncomfortable.

He coughed softly: "You can figure out the rest."

The help that needs to be done has already been done. Seeing that someone is cleaning up the mess, Fumta Fujiwara is too lazy to delay here: "I'll go back and return the car first."

"Okay," Fujiwara Takumi said shyly, "Dad was too troublesome this time, and I helped you a lot. Thank you very much."

Fumita Fujiwara scratched his face, didn't say anything more, and drove straight forward, just like that down the mountain.

"So, Gunma's little brother?"

After finally moving the heavy Rin Hojo to his car, Ikeda, who was about to rush to the hospital, noticed that the black GTR had disappeared.

"what."

Fujiwara Takumi looked back, hesitated for a few seconds, and recalled the name of his former opponent: "Mr. Ikeda."

"Huh?" Now it was Ikeda's turn to be surprised: "You actually know me?"

"Well, you are Mr. Ikeda from the slalom team." Fujiwara Takumi moved Mr. Ryosuke out without hesitation: "I am Fujiwara Takumi from the D-plan team. Mr. Ryosuke, the captain, once mentioned Mr. Ikeda's name. And your ZERO theory."

The reason why he remembers Ikeda is because the other party is also a driver of Mingli school.

The ZERO theory developed by the other party resonated to a certain extent with Mr. Ryosuke's fastest road theory.

"It turned out to be Plan D."

After Ikeda was stunned for a moment, he quickly remembered the name of the out-of-county expedition team that was frequently mentioned by the team members recently.

"Anyway, thank you very much today, and the driver of the black GTR." Ikeda said with a smile: "The guy who drives this dark silver GTR has been doing mischief in our area for a long time, but it's a pity that he has been used all the time." There is no way, it is really troublesome... I hope he can learn a lesson from this car accident this time, and if he has the opportunity to hold the steering wheel again in the future, he will not deliberately go against the idea of ​​the car again."

"I didn't do anything worthy of gratitude." Fujiwara Takumi shook his head, then nodded obediently: "I hope that will be the case too."

"Although there are still many things I want to tell you, I have to send him to the hospital first. I will inform someone later to come here and send his car to the repair shop." Ikeda glanced helplessly Hojo Rin, who was unconscious, randomly pulled a piece of note paper from the storage box, quickly wrote his name and phone number on it, and handed it over: "If there is a chance, I hope I can ask you out for a good chat someday." Let's talk."

After seeing Takumi Fujiwara took it, Ikeda grinned, "That's it for now, see you later!"

Watching the back of enthusiastic Mr. Ikeda driving away, Fujiwara Takumi couldn't help showing a relaxed smile.

He glanced at the tattered dark silver GTR again, and after helping to place the warning signs, he was ready to go back to Qunma to return the car.

Just at this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of a powerful rotary engine coming from the entrance of the road not far away.

As soon as he was stunned, he quickly reacted.

... FC is clearly here with him, so how could it be the person he thought came.

However, just as this idea came into his mind, the person who got on and off the black FC that had been driving towards him without hesitation since entering his line of sight was actually the person in his first reaction.

"Eh!"

Beside him is the dark silver GTR that was smashed and messed up, although Rin Hojo has been taken away...

But looking at Takahashi Ryosuke who walked towards him quickly after getting off the car without saying a word, Fujiwara Takumi still felt guilty and panicked.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and said dryly, "Mr. Liangjie."

He actually wanted to quibble.

Although he made a very bad act of cheating, he at least fulfilled his promise and did not damage Mr. Ryosuke's car FC...

"Fujiwara Takumi."

Takahashi Ryosuke called out in a deep voice.

When his name was called out, Fujiwara Takumi was forced to back unconsciously by Mr. Ryosuke who approached him infinitely, until his back touched the body of FC.

Even if he had no choice but to retreat, showing an obvious flustered expression, Mr. Ryosuke, who didn't have the slightest smile on his face, didn't take a step back as considerately as usual.

He even got worse, took another half step forward, and naturally propped his right hand on the car door.

Even though he was only holding the car door with his right arm...it felt as if he was forcibly blocked in a small and overly intimate space.

Fujiwara Takumi felt the heart in his chest, so he couldn't help but miss a beat.

Not sure if it was shyness, embarrassment, pure nervousness, or a little bit of all three.

Without knowing it, he had already turned red in the face.

In front of him was leaning slightly, who could clearly feel the faint sound of breathing, watching the slight ups and downs on the chest wrapped in the shirt, only Mr. Ryosuke at a very close distance that was so small that it could be ignored.

"Well, actually..."

The two had been stalemate strangely, and Fujiwara Takumi, who was gradually feeling confused, couldn't help but speak.

"Ah."

Because of the loss of the gentle and soft smile in the past, the handsome face that appeared indifferent suddenly approached.

It was a distance closer than before, which made him feel like it was hard to breathe.

The long dark eyelashes fluttered gently, as if they could even touch Takumi's sensitive eyelids.

He half-closed his eyes as if evading, but he still couldn't avoid the gaze of those dark blue eyes.

wrong.

Rather than staring, it seems that it should be called inspection with a touch of anger.

Are you really angry?

"I……"

Before organizing the messy language, Fujiwara Takumi's head would unconsciously droop lower and lower when he felt uneasy, his jaw was suddenly slightly lifted by two cold and slender fingers.

Eh?

Caught off guard by the pair of ice-blue eyes soaked by the moonlight, Fujiwara Takumi felt as if he was on fire all over, but he still tried to ask at a loss: "Cool, Ryosuke——"

Before 'Sir' could speak, a soft sigh came from his ear.

——The next moment, a gentle but firm kiss with a coolness completely different from that of summer night was gently printed on his slightly parted lips due to surprise.