America: Starting from collecting corpses, leveling up to godhood

Chapter 105 The Coward's Game

Faced with a bend covered in gravel, Pagani's delicate electronic assistance system quickly malfunctioned. Brad slammed on the brakes, and the expensive swashplates lost traction on the gravel. The car slid uncontrollably to the outside and plunged into the roadside bushes.

"Bang!"

"Hopefully his insurance will cover this."

Chen Ming looked in the rearview mirror and laughed.

"Good heavens—Brad's going to be eating dirt in there, haha!" Chad excitedly patted the back of the seat.

"Hurry up, I need to speed up."

Chen Ming floored the accelerator, his eyes fixed on the three professional muscle cars leading the way in a triangular formation ahead.

These three guys are clearly in cahoots.

The two Mustangs drove side by side behind, blocking the overtaking route like two iron walls, creating an opportunity for the Camaro in front to widen the gap.

"That's a classic defensive tactic."

Although Chad's driving skills are terrible, he has watched a lot of races.

"Coach, what do we do? They've blocked the road, we can't get through!"

"This is a desert, not a highway—who says you have to drive on paved roads to overtake?"

Chen Ming seized the opportunity and swerved the steering wheel sharply to the right. The two right wheels of the Hellcat veered off the abandoned asphalt road and rolled into the soft sand outside the shoulder.

"boom-

'

The raging V8 engine kicked up a cloud of yellow sand, like a small sandstorm, instantly covering the windshield of the Ford Mustang on the right.

"Shit, what is this madman doing?!"

The Mustang driver cursed – his obstructed view made him instinctively ease off the accelerator.

It was during this brief gap.

Chen Ming quickly downshifted with his left hand, and the front of the car cut through the gap between the two Mustangs at an extremely tricky angle.

The rearview mirror almost grazed the Mustang's door, sending up a string of blinding sparks.

"Fk—he's cut in!" another Mustang driver exclaimed.

"Don't panic, corner him. The old, dilapidated iron bridge ahead is very narrow!"

The Camaro driver in front gave a cold order over the radio, but the look in his eyes when he glanced at the rearview mirror had changed.

This guy is something else—he's definitely not one of those rich kids who just know how to step on the gas in a straight line.

Their near-abnormal timing for entering corners and their absolute control over the car's center of gravity are rarely seen even in professional racing.

The Camaro driver spat out his chewing gum and gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

"Block him!"

The two Mustangs suddenly accelerated, closing in from the left and right, attempting to use their weight to forcefully sandwich the Hellcat in the middle.

"Oh my god, they're trying to squeeze us into a sandwich!" Chad screamed from the back seat.

"Call the police! This isn't a game, this is murder!"

"Did you call the police and tell the Los Angeles dispatcher that you were trapped in an illegal gambling den?"

Chen Ming chuckled.

"Hold on tight, I'm going to teach them a lesson."

Faced with being attacked from both sides, Chen Ming not only did not slow down, but instead steered straight towards the front of the Mustang on the left and deliberately crashed into it.

"Bang"

"Damn it, my spine!" Chad screamed frantically in the back seat.

"My personal therapist would absolutely kill me!"

"Hang in there, I'll treat you to a double cheeseburger after the game."

The Mustang on the left never expected Chen Ming to dare to use a PIT interception tactic at this speed. The car instantly lost its balance and spun around, sliding towards the cactus bushes by the roadside.

"Fuk, my axle!" the Mustang driver cried desperately into the walkie-talkie.

Seeing this, the Mustang on the right swerved sharply, trying to take the opportunity to knock Chen Ming off the road.

But Chen Ming casually slammed on the brakes, causing the Hellcat to slow down drastically.

The Mustang on the right missed its target and, to avoid a huge ditch by the roadside, had to slam on the brakes. Its tires left long black tracks in the sand and gravel, and it fell behind completely.

"Good heavens—Coach, you did that on purpose?!" Chad's eyes widened.

"Yeah—besides, towing to this godforsaken place costs at least fifty dollars per mile." Chen Ming refueled.

"I think they'll have to spend the night in their car with the coyotes."

The Camaro driver in front slammed his fist on the steering wheel as he watched his two companions disappear in the rearview mirror.

"Damn it—"

It is less than half a mile from the abandoned iron bridge.

"Only that gum-chewing guy is left up ahead." Chen Ming floored the accelerator.

"But the iron bridge can only accommodate one car at a time—it's a one-way street!" Chad pointed to the rusty width restriction sign ahead.

What to do with a bridge that was damaged during World War II?

"In this situation, it all comes down to who has the more expensive health insurance."

Chen Ming showed no intention of slowing down and headed straight for the rear of the Camaro.

The two cars rushed toward the iron bridge almost one after the other.

"Kid, you want to play cowardly games with me?" the white driver gritted his teeth, refusing to back down.

"While I was racing on dirt tracks in Texas, you were still waiting in line at the DMV to take your driver's test!"

"Yeah?"

Chen Ming not only didn't back down, but the Hellcat's front end even crashed straight into the side and rear of the Camaro.

"The Game of the Coward"

A very famous betting game where two people drive their cars simultaneously toward a cliff or other potentially deadly obstacle, and the one who stops first out of fear wins.

"You're a madman—you're a madman!"

The white driver, watching the black car's front end grow larger and larger in his rearview mirror, broke out in a cold sweat.

At this speed, if a collision occurs, even the best driver will lose control of the car—especially since there's a damn iron bridge ahead!

Just a second before the Hellcat trucks were about to collide and plunge off the bridge pier.

The white driver broke down in the final moments.

He instinctively swerved to the right and slammed on the brakes, plunging into the dry riverbed beside the iron bridge.

"It seems even professional drivers don't want to end up in the ICU."

Chen Ming nimbly drove onto the iron bridge and sped away.

"Wow, Coach, you're amazing!" Chad shouted excitedly from the back seat.

"I definitely won't need my adult diapers anymore!"

"Don't get too excited." Chen Ming glanced at the rearview mirror.

"The winding mountain road ahead is where the net will be pulled in."

at the same time.

"Did you get a picture? Good heavens, tell me you didn't move the camera away because your hands were shaking!"

Inside a Bell 407 news helicopter hovering over the Mojave Desert, Michelle asked a question to the professional aerial photographer beside her.

"Not only did we film it, we also switched the 4K signal to the live broadcast room simultaneously!" The director in the co-pilot's seat excitedly made the sign of the cross on his chest.

"This Hellcat is absolutely insane, doing a pit stop at 120 mph—even ASP wouldn't dare do that, the car might fly off the road!"

The footage was also simultaneously transmitted back to the RV campsite at the starting line.

The crowd erupted in chaos in front of the huge outdoor projection screen.

"God—am I seeing things?"

"He took out the first three cars in less than three minutes?!"

"It might seem exaggerated to others, but he's a 'pilot'—I knew betting $50,000 on him was the right thing to do!"

In the live stream, English comments were also being refreshed at an alarming rate.

This is outrageous—car insurance adjusters must be praying frantically in front of their screens right now.

Press F to mourn for the three muscle cars.

Who is this Asian guy? Did he sign a contract with the devil for his driver's license?

I swear Monster Energy Drink will be waiting for him at the finish line tomorrow with a multi-million dollar sponsorship contract —