America: Starting from collecting corpses, leveling up to godhood

"Chen, you're absolutely insane!" she gasped, her face flushed.

"This kind of driving is tantamount to suicide!"

"Instead of complaining here, you should hurry up and press the shutter." Chen Ming steered the wheel with one hand, his eyes fixed on the sharp bend ahead.

"Didn't you want to dig up news? Now's a great opportunity to take photos."

Michelle stared at him, her eyes wide.

"No, no, no, this doesn't count as an opportunity... Could you let me out of the car?"

"Take a look in the rearview mirror, big reporter."

Chen Ming did not slow down, but instead stepped on the gas and forced his way into the left side of the road, causing the Chevrolet next to him to fly into a shower of sparks.

Michelle turned around instinctively.

Several muscle cars were tailgating them closely, the closest one almost touching their rear bumper, its blinding high beams illuminating the cabin...

"If we step on the brakes now, we'll both be crushed into mincemeat by these thugs behind us."

Chen Ming spoke calmly, as if he were discussing what to eat for a late-night snack.

"So I can't park now."

"..."

Michelle swallowed hard and hurriedly pulled on her seatbelt and buckled it.

The convoy roared up to the edge of the dry riverbed of the Los Angeles River. On the right, a bright green Chevrolet accelerated suddenly on the straight road and pulled up alongside Chen Ming's car.

The white driver rolled down his window again, gave Chen Ming the middle finger, and roared menacingly.

"Hey Asian, get out of here and take a shower!"

Before he could finish speaking, the Chevrolet swerved sharply, its two-ton body slamming into the right door of the Dodge Charger, attempting to push Chen Ming directly into the concrete ditch more than ten meters deep.

"Ah!" Michelle closed her eyes and let out a piercing scream.

But Chen Ming's eyes remained unmoved.

Just as the front of the Chevrolet was about to hit the door, he even had the leisure to glance at the tachometer.

Clutch, downshift, light braking.

His superhuman neural reaction speed allowed him to complete these three actions simultaneously within one second.

The roaring Dodge suddenly stopped at high speed without warning. The Chevrolet's originally determined and savage ramming missed its target instantly. The entire car lost its balance due to inertia, and the front of the car rushed towards the edge of the river where there were no guardrails.

The white driver's ferocity instantly turned into terror, and he frantically slammed on the brakes and slammed on the steering wheel.

But it was too late.

"It seems someone needs a little help."

Chen Ming smoothly lifted the clutch, and the front bumper of his car grazed the rear of the out-of-control Chevrolet without hesitation.

boom!

The Chevrolet completely lost its grip, tumbling like a roller as it veered off the edge and plunged headfirst into the dried-up Los Angeles River, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Chen Ming pressed the accelerator again, and the Dodge Coupe roared before re-entering the main track.

"You can open your eyes now." Chen Ming casually turned up the volume of the car stereo.

Michelle cautiously opened her eyes a crack, panting heavily as she turned to look behind her. There she saw the once arrogant Chevrolet lying upside down at the bottom of the riverbed, emitting black smoke.

"Oh my god..."

Michelle paused for two seconds.

Soon, the adrenaline rush and the resulting pleasure completely overwhelmed the previous fear.

Michelle ripped off her cumbersome trench coat and, in sync with the deafening heavy metal music, let out an extremely excited cheer from the passenger seat.

She is essentially someone who enjoys excitement.

"Well done, Chen! You should have kicked those bastards' asses hard!"

"You've adapted so quickly? I thought journalists would be more refined." Chen Ming looked at the two remaining taillights ahead.

"Yeah... screw civility!"

Michelle simply rolled down the car window, leaned half her body out, raised her camera, and started snapping photos frantically behind her.

"Put the gas pedal all the way down! There are two cars ahead; let's overtake them!"

"I'm afraid we might not be able to catch up." Chen Ming stared ahead, his brows slightly furrowed.

Ahead, two sets of taillights are speeding along.

Leading the pack was the all-black Dodge Hellcat we saw earlier, followed closely by a heavily modified Ford Mustang.

On the straightaways, the Hellcat's 700 horsepower advantage was overwhelming. Every time Chen Ming used drifting at the right-angle bends to close the gap a little, as soon as he exited the bend, the Hellcat would forcefully widen the gap again with its terrifying straight-line acceleration.

"There seems to be a gap on the right!" Michelle shouted, holding up her camera.

Chen Ming stepped on the gas and cut into the inside lane, but the Mustang in front immediately lurched forward, its rear end precisely blocking the road, kicking up a cloud of sand that hit the windshield.

The two drivers in front were extremely skilled, and with their cars positioned on the left and right, they completely blocked the limited overtaking lanes.

Chen Ming glanced at the instrument panel—in terms of pure hardware, this warhorse had no chance at all.

We can only resort to underhanded tactics.

Soon, the car was only a few hundred meters away from the finish line.

An abandoned railway bridge appeared ahead, its sturdy concrete piers forcefully dividing the riverbed. The Hellcat and the Mustang drove side by side under the piers, occupying the safest, flat section of the road.

Once you cross the bridge pier, the finish line is just 200 meters away; the searchlights and the cheers of the crowd are already very clear.

But Chen Ming did not apply the brakes.

His gaze quickly swept across the road, finally settling on the concrete revetment with an extremely steep incline on the far right side of the river.

The embankment was riddled with cracks and littered with abandoned scaffolding and oil drums, but as you forcefully accelerate up the embankment, there's a one-meter-wide gap right next to the Hellcat's body...

Even the slightest deviation in angle could cause the car to crash directly into the bridge pier.

"Michelle, we need to do something drastic."

"What's wrong?" The female reporter was staring intently at the taillights of the car in front.

"Hold your camera tight and keep your head down."

"OK."

Although Michelle didn't understand what was about to happen, she immediately shrank back and hugged the camera tightly.

Chen Ming floored the accelerator and then used the two skill points he had saved to improve his driving skills.

[Basic Driving: LV3→LV5!]

You have gained the trait [Driving Expertise], bringing your driving skills to the top level among humans. Further improvement requires one additional skill point.

In an instant, a vast amount of muscle memory and spatial awareness of the vehicle flooded into Chen Ming's brain.

What is the limit of tire grip? Where is the critical point of chassis suspension stress? How to judge the slight deviation of the vehicle body caused by wind resistance? All these details were transformed into instinct in his mind at this moment.

The vibrations transmitted through the steering wheel were so clear to Chen Ming that they felt like an extension of his body.

boom--!

Chen Ming didn't let go of the accelerator, locked the steering wheel, and the vehicle took off at an almost physics-defying angle, then skimmed along the outside of the concrete bridge pier and cut directly across the gap above and to the right of the Hellcat.

Excuse me, friend.

The moment the windows of the two cars were parallel, Chen Ming didn't forget to raise his hand and give a friendly gesture to the Hellcat below.

Bro, you still need to practice.

To onlookers, Chen Ming's car looked like it had suction cups, allowing it to speed along walls.

The legendary blade overtaking maneuver.