Speed ​​God

Chapter 5 Dizzy
Lu Zhizhou's attention was 100% focused. From the road surface to the bridge and back again, he never missed any changes or conditions on the track.

Mini Cooper and Mustang Shelby were neck and neck, but Lu Zhizhou was on the inside and had the advantage at the first corner, and he wasn't going to waste it.

Half a second in advance, lightly apply the brakes, downshift with your left hand, and precisely control the accelerator with your right foot. From your buttocks to your thighs and fingertips, it seems you can penetrate the vehicle and feel every detail of the tires' contact with the ground. A series of controls completely adheres to the ground, and you even deliberately press yourself against the left guardrail to cut into the inside.

The bumps from the gaps in the stone slabs made the steering wheel go numb, but Lu Zhizhou remained unmoved. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, controlled the accelerator, and reduced the speed to 85 kilometers per hour. The car body almost scraped against the guardrail, and the tires gripped the ground firmly in the gaps between the stone slabs, making a fine squeaking sound as it smoothly and lightly entered the curve.

The toes begin to precisely control the throttle, and at the moment of braking, the throttle is quickly and slightly rebounded to avoid the tires locking up. At the same time, the pumping braking technique is used to keep the race car on the perfect cornering trajectory. The front wheels are on the verge of locking up, and the braking system begins to spring back, but the corner has already come to an end.

The Mini Cooper stayed close to the guardrail, entering the corner with the smallest radius. The suspension was fully depressed, the car shuddered, but it still gripped the ground firmly.

As the braking force weakened momentarily, Lu Zhizhou immediately released the brake, pressed his toes onto the accelerator again, and floored it. The Mini Cooper shot off like an arrow, its rear end swaying slightly but almost imperceptibly. In the blink of an eye, it had calmed down in Lu Zhizhou's hands, like a docile cat, without losing speed or time, and sped into Via e Manuel II.

In the blink of an eye, Mini Cooper had completely overtaken Mustang Shelby.

Crowds surged to the head of the Ponte Sant'Angelo, unable to believe their eyes, wildly waving their phone lights, cheers and exclamations surging in the night.

incredible!

The Mini Cooper completely dominated the Mustang Shelby from the very beginning, even allowing Matteo to see its taillights!
How did all of this happen?

Matteo went mad, unable to believe and refusing to believe what was happening before his eyes. His face was ashen, he lost his mind, and he slammed the accelerator to the floor without a care.

Once on the straight, the Mustang Shelby's power advantage returned, and in a flash, it once again took advantage of its engine, pushing the speed past 100 kilometers per hour. It became a streak of light as it sped away through Rome's city streets, where the speed limit was 50 kilometers per hour. Matteo chased after it with all his might, and the gap was gradually narrowing.

But this time, Matteo couldn't wait. The Mustang Shelby's front caught up with the Mini Cooper's rear, and in that instant, he turned the steering wheel to the left. The muscle car, like the Hulk, tried to engage in close combat, ruthlessly using its strength and weight advantage to destroy its opponent.

boom!
Lu Zhizhou's eyes sharpened, his heart raced but his breathing remained steady. He was calmer in dangerous situations and more composed in exciting ones.

Such dirty tricks are commonplace in underground racing.

Mini Cooper's left side had already crashed into the guardrail, creating a shower of sparks. Lu Zhizhou thought of Lorenzo's heartbroken expression, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

With a decisive downshift, flooring the accelerator, and turning the steering wheel to its fullest, the engine roared to its limit. Just before the Mustang Shelby could completely bite the Mini Cooper's tail, it made a powerful tail-swinging maneuver to break free. In the intense collision with sparks flying, the left rear wheel even lifted off the ground for a brief moment, and a chorus of gasps could be clearly heard from both sides of the road.

The next second, Lu Zhizhou had already made a forced right turn and cut inside, and Mini Cooper's tail, like a corgi's chubby butt, squeezed past the dazed head of the Mustang Shelby to complete the overtaking maneuver.

They not only secured the position, but also seized the route.

Matteo stared in disbelief at the scene before him, the car swaying violently back and forth, and for a brief moment, he completely lost control of it.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

The swaying vehicle resembled a bumper car, and Matteo felt dizzy and nauseous.

In that brief moment of distraction, Matteo watched helplessly as Mini Cooper stepped on the gas again, increased its speed, and sped away from his sight.

It's not just the taillights; now the Mini Cooper is actually continuing to widen the gap.

Huh!
A gasp rippled through the crowd at Kevor Square. Who could have imagined that Mini Cooper would be so tough, keeping the Mustang Shelby at bay the entire time?

Who said Mini Cooper is a kitten?!
Lorenzo stood on the riverbank, enjoying the night breeze, a smile playing on his lips as he sighed with regret, "The race is over. He couldn't even make it to the first corner." Amidst the bustling crowd, Todd and Samuel also beamed with jubilation.

Todd stroked his chin, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "This kid's braking and route selection... doesn't it resemble Monaco's Senna?"

Samuel's mouth gaped open slightly, his face filled with astonishment. He knew Mini Cooper had performed exceptionally well, but Sena?

Not to the point.

Samuel remained somewhat conservative, saying, "The real test is in the narrow bends of the Spanish Steps."

Todd didn't refute, but instead showed great anticipation. Mini Cooper and Mustang Shelby entered the alleys of Rome one after the other and disappeared from sight, but the people around them with cell phones and walkie-talkies began to broadcast live, and the air was still scorching hot.

There are curves within straight lines, and pitfalls within curves.

As expected of Rome, the straight-line distance from the Ponte Sant'Angelo to the Spanish Steps is only 1,500 meters, but the narrow alleys and chaotic layout are fraught with danger.

The narrow alleyway only allows two cars to drive side by side, and even then, it's a very tight squeeze. If you're not careful, the car's paint job might change three times a day. The ancient cobblestone street was dampened by a recent light rain, reflecting the creamy yellow lights of the Roman night, slowly outlining the silhouette of the Baroque architecture. Onlookers who arrived early on skateboards and motorcycles raised their phones to live stream the bar's scene.

The downhill curves of the Spanish Steps are known for their continuous small "S" shapes, which are sharp and swift, demanding high levels of driver reaction and vehicle control from the sharp left and right turns.

There's a reason why the speed limit in Rome is 50 kilometers per hour; however, right now, both the Mini Cooper and the Mustang Shelby could be racking up a bunch of tickets.

Lu Zhizhou took the lead, cutting through the waves like a submarine. The navy blue car nimbly navigated the narrow alleys, accurately grasping the layout of the road.

With a light tap of the brake with his right foot and a downshift with his left, the rattling cobblestone road seemed to be absorbed silently by the suspension. The Mini Cooper moved nimbly like a flying snake close to the ground, while the Mercedes, traveling at 75 kilometers per hour, surged forward at low altitude between the cobblestones like an antelope. In the rearview mirror, the Mustang Shelby was still relentlessly pursuing, but Lu Zhizhou knew that this should be his chance.

They have a chance to get rid of him completely, otherwise, if they return to the straights, Matteo will once again show off his engine advantage.

then.

On the first left turn, Lu Zhizhou deliberately braked half a second early, hugging the inner edge of the line. The car almost scraped against the stone pillars on the side of the road. The tires gripped the wet road surface, and the screeching sound, like chalk slapping across a blackboard, sent chills down his spine.

This route choice caught Matteo's eye.

Despite the Mustang Shelby slipping slightly on the wet cobblestones and the tires seemingly having no grip, Matteo displayed his characteristic audacity, recklessly flooring the accelerator. Not only did he not slow down, but he accelerated, disregarding the fact that the speed had exceeded 90 kilometers per hour. He refused to let go of the accelerator, displaying a desperate spirit as he tried to give it his all, and the car almost flew off the ground.

At a glance, Matteo spotted the slowed-down Mini Cooper, and his heart leaped into his throat—

opportunity!

He deliberately braked half a second later, trying to extend the acceleration range as much as possible, attempting to overtake from the outside of the curve.

As the car, pushing its speed to the limit, approached the apex of the bend, and seeing that the overtaking route had been revealed, he turned the steering wheel to prepare to exit the bend. However, he panicked and found that the car did not turn left as usual. Instead, the car remained motionless and headed straight towards the flower bed in front of it, about to run off the road.

Grass.

Hurry! Hurry!
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