Speed ​​God

Chapter 4 Disrupting the plan
boom!
Boom boom boom!
Matteo was flooring the accelerator and revving the engine, preparing for a launch start. It was obvious he'd been watching too many movies and was getting ready to show off.

Matteo even had time to turn his head to look at Lu Zhizhou, raise his chin, grin, and show off the power of his car's engine to the fullest. In the roar of that beast, Lu Zhizhou's Mini Cooper was almost silent, making one wonder if it had already been turned off.

"Hey kid, you don't still have your driver's license?"

"God, he's probably terrified right now."

"Can you drive? Or should I drive?"

A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.

However, Lorenzo was not worried at all.

Indeed, Matteo is making full use of the advantages of the Mustang Shelby, seizing the initiative with his momentum. In underground racing, manual transmission drivers often like to pull the handbrake and step on the gas to slow down the engine speed, waiting for the countdown to end. Then, they step on the gas, release the clutch, and release the handbrake in one smooth motion, allowing the car to launch into the start and suppress the opponent at the starting point.

But once you get a little into racing, you'll know that the perfect coordination of the accelerator and clutch is the correct way to start.

Launch control, where engine torque exceeds tire grip, can easily lead to tire burnout.

Very clearly, the tire rubber melted, leaving two tracks on the ground.

A burnout is when a tire slips, causing the vehicle to temporarily lose traction and power.

From a visual perspective, launch control is indeed cool, with the vehicle shooting forward; however, in practice, tire slippage can lead to wasted time.

Imagine, as they start moving, Matteo's jaw drops into a dislocated position, and Lorenzo's eyes reveal a playful, intrigued glint.

It turns out that I wasn't involved but just an observer, and I was actually quite happy watching Lu Zhizhou crush the weaker opponents.

Screaming, cheering, jumping.

Kevor Place was ignited by the crowd's fervor, and the desolation of late autumn began to gradually intensify, with the smells of gasoline, burnt tires, and alcohol mingling in the air.

Then, Malena appeared.

Her red skirt fluttered in the fierce wind, her long hair flowed freely, and her bright and beautiful eyes revealed a resolute look in the night.

With a single stride, he stood between the two race cars, instantly igniting the entire arena and drawing all eyes to him.

Marlena raised her hands high, looked at Matteo who kept honking the horn, then at Lu Zhizhou who was sitting calmly in the driver's seat. She slightly raised her chin, and her eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of anticipation and excitement. Her voice burst out of her lungs and pierced through the noise.

"Three! Two! One!"

"set off!"

The Mustang Shelby GT350 roared out, its 500 horsepower from the V8 engine bursting forth like a flood. Matteo smoothly operated the accelerator, clutch, and handbrake in one fluid motion.

It only takes four seconds to go from zero to 100 kilometers per hour!
The military green car sped off in the blinding light of the headlights, its tires screeching as they gripped the cobblestones. Matteo glanced in the rearview mirror, trying to spot the stray dog ​​lagging behind him, but instead caught a glimpse of a navy blue vehicle, like a submarine, disappearing into the night.

In the dim light of the car headlights and neon lights, only a fleeting afterimage remained as it passed by me and darted away.

Then Matteo saw the taillights, and the smile on his lips froze instantly.

The audience was silent.

Cavour Square was plunged into a brief vacuum. One second they were expecting a crushing victory from the Mustangs' Shelby, and the next they saw the Mini Cooper take the lead.

Wait, what exactly did they see?
Lorenzo leaned against a lamppost, a slight smile playing on his lips, his fingers lightly tapping a beer bottle. Matteo's burnout went exactly as expected; the tires slipped, noticeably affecting grip, and his start was actually a beat slower, the engine's advantage failing to fully ignite. Meanwhile, Lu Zhizhou, unperturbed, executed perfect clutch and throttle control, fully utilizing the Mini Cooper's light weight to nimbly overtake like a cheetah. Matteo must be panicking now; his plan had gone wrong from the very beginning.

Lu Zhizhou was very calm and focused, which was his strength. Whenever he sat in the driver's seat and felt the roar of the engine, it was as if he was immersed in the wind. The thrill of speeding made him concentrate all his attention and experience a whole new world.

Hearing. Sight. Touch. Smell. And even the way we perceive the world—everything is completely new.

The navy blue Mini Cooper sped through the night like a ghost, but Lu Zhizhou's attention never left the rearview mirror.

Shelby the Mustang is approaching.

Lu Zhizhou was not surprised at all. He knew that the straightaway was the stage for the Mustang Shelby. Even if he relied on his reaction speed and clutch control to take the lead, the Mustang Shelby could still easily make up for the gap on the straightaway by relying on its engine advantage.

However, it doesn't matter; the streets of Rome are never just about horsepower.

The road runs straight from Castel Sant'Angelo to Avenue Vieira Emanuele II. The wide asphalt road is bathed in the night, with streetlights casting dappled shadows, and the trees on both sides creak in the strong wind.

Like a wild beast unleashed, the Mustang Shelby's speed continued to soar, reaching 120 kilometers per hour, then 140 kilometers per hour, its exhaust pipe spewing out billowing heat waves that were deafening. But Matteo still didn't let go, pressing the accelerator firmly. The unexpected shock and humiliation burned away all his reason.

The feeling of being pushed back in your seat is truly exhilarating, and the adrenaline surges like fireworks. Matteo is catching up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, the speedometer needle is rapidly approaching 160 kilometers per hour. Even if the Mini Cooper is floored to the limit, it's still not in the same league.

"Ha." Matteo looked through the car window at Lu Zhizhou, who was gradually keeping pace with him and was about to fall behind. His eyes were burning with madness, and he laughed wildly, "Hahaha."

Lu Zhizhou turned his head and looked over to meet Matteo's gaze. He watched Matteo accelerate away with a roar as he floored the accelerator and gradually overtook him. He could almost see the smugness and madness flashing on Matteo's face, but Matteo only raised his eyebrows slightly and let out a sigh.

"Oh no. This is terrible."

Matteo noticed Lu Zhizhou's lip movements. Oh no? What's going on?
The next second—

Bang!
The crowd at Cayver Square could see the Mustang Shelby take flight, and literally, they erupted in gasps of surprise.

Mustang Shelby successfully overtook on the straight and entered the Ponte Sant'Angelo first, but the road surface was different in terms of material and structure. The ancient stone slab bridge surface and the slightly arched structure made the entire road surface undulating. As a result, Matteo still stepped on the gas, and the outcome was predictable.

The arch of the Ponte Sant'Angelo is not obvious, but it is enough to punish any poorly tuned race car. The Mustang Shelby, approaching 160 kilometers per hour, is like E.T. riding a bicycle in "E.T." flying towards the moon.

Malena stood at the bridgehead, her red dress fluttering wildly in the night wind, her gaze fixed intently on the Mini Cooper, her heart clenching in fear.

The Mini Cooper's lead had just been overtaken, and in less than two seconds, it relied on stable and smooth control to overtake the airborne Mustang Shelby again and speed ahead.

Huh!
Shelby the Mustang took flight, and Matteo's heart followed suit, defying gravity and entering a state of weightlessness.

However, before he could even react, his heart slammed back to the ground with the car. With a jolt, Matteo gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to use brute force to keep up with the raging beast, navigating through the shadows cast by the angel statues on either side, doing his best to keep pace with Mini Cooper.

and many more!

A bend!

When Matteo realized what was happening, he jerked the steering wheel, and the Mustang Shelby's rear end swung in an exaggerated arc, the tires screeching against the stone pavement, almost crashing into the guardrail. But before he could catch his breath, Matteo looked up and saw the Mini Cooper's taillights rushing off.

Damn it!

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