F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

Just seconds after the dramatic scene on the track, blinding yellow lights illuminated the track.

"Safety vehicle deployed!"

Magnussen's wrecked Haas car was lying across the edge of the run-off area at Turn 3, with debris scattered all over the track.

To ensure the safety of the cleanup operation, the event organizers promptly deployed a security vehicle.

This was undoubtedly bad news for the drivers who were originally in the lead, but for the Williams team, who had just started from the pit lane and were worried about how to catch up with the peloton, it was a windfall.

"Heaven helps Lin Feng! Heaven helps Williams!"

On the Five Star Sports commentary booth, Fei Ge's passionate voice resonated throughout the country via the broadcast signal.

"Because Lin Feng started from the pit lane, he was originally almost fifteen seconds behind the main group, but now that the safety car has been deployed, all the cars have to slow down and move closer together, instantly eliminating the fifteen-second disadvantage!"

Li Bing then added, "That's right, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger! Lin Feng is now at the very back of the pack, just waiting for the race to resume!"

"Everyone, please watch the replay provided by the official event organizers. Lin Feng's reaction speed in dodging Magnussen is definitely a strong contender for this year's best save!"

Lin Feng's home in northern Beijing.

Lin Guoqiang slapped his thigh hard: "Good! Good job crashing! Oh, it's not that Ma Shisen did a good job crashing, it's that the safety car came out at just the right time! Xiao Feng is saved now!"

Chen Yafang clutched her chest, clearly still shaken by the near-rear-end collision her son had just suffered. "What are you yelling about, you old geezer? You scared me to death! He almost crashed into us... I didn't even dare to look. As long as he finishes safely, that's all that matters. Who cares what place he gets?"

"What do women know? This is the allure of racing!" Lin Guoqiang stared intently at the television screen, his eyes welling with tears of excitement. "Our son is about to do something big!"

Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, Gu Ailing, who had just been terrified, was now in a state of frenzy.

She excitedly rolled around on the large bed with her iPad in her arms, then frantically sent voice messages in the group chat:

"Wow! Did you see that?! Even God is on his side! The safety car is out! I knew his reckless driving would pay off! When the light turns green, I want to see him overtake all those slow cars! Lin Feng, go for it!!!"

The race has progressed to the fourth lap, and the track has been cleared.

One lap left, the safety car will return to the pits, and the race will restart.

On Williams' control panel, James Walls adjusted his headset, his eyes fixed on the data screen.

"Paul," Walls instructed, "tell Lin that we sacrificed cornering stability in qualifying for this moment, and let him go all out."

"receive."

Paul pressed the radio button: "Lin, safety car pitting this lap. The cars ahead are Bottas of Sauber, Ocon of Alpine, and Gasly. Remember your chassis settings; you're at least 15 to 20 km/h faster than them on the DRS straight. Switch engine mode to STRAT 2; battery is fully charged."

Inside the cockpit, Lin Feng gripped the steering wheel tightly, constantly maneuvering on the track to keep the red tires at their 95-degree operating temperature.

"Roger that." Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly. "I'm going to start overtaking."

The race officially resumes on the starting straight with green flags waving!

Verstappen, at the very front, controlled the pace, leading the main force as they roared across the starting line.

At the rear of the car formation, a brutal massacre unfolded in an instant.

Lin Feng's reaction speed was extremely fast. One tenth of a second before the green light turned on, he had already anticipated Bottas's acceleration and floored the accelerator.

The Mercedes power unit of the FW46 roared deafeningly.

Because a significant amount of downforce from the rear wing has been removed, this car's initial acceleration is like that of a wild horse.

Before even reaching the braking point of Turn 1, Lin Feng had already pulled out of the car and overtook Bottas from the inside without any suspense.

"Great! Lin Feng took down Sober on the starting straight!" the commentator exclaimed.

On lap 6, the race organizers officially allowed DRS to be activated.

We arrived at the second section of the track, an extremely long DRS straight following the high-speed corners 9 and 10.

Ahead of Lin Feng were two Alpine race cars locked in combat—Ocon and Gasly.

These two race cars were already struggling on the straights, and in Lin Feng's eyes they were like old ladies taking a stroll on the track.

"drop!"

The warning sound on the steering wheel rang, and Lin Feng decisively pressed the DRS button.

The race car's rear wing main wing panel opened instantly, causing the already extremely low air resistance to drop precipitously once again.

On the speedometer in the broadcast footage, Lin Feng's car speed was climbing rapidly.

310km/h...325km/h...342km/h!

Without any slipstream, he still managed to achieve the highest slipstream speed of the entire event.

O'Conn only saw a flash of blue light in his rearview mirror. Before he could react and switch lanes to defend, the Williams race car with the number 28 on it roared past him from the left!

Not only O'Connor, but Lin Feng, with his terrifying tail speed, didn't even bother to slow down. Using the residual thrust of the slipstream, he took advantage of the heavy braking zone at Turn 11 and forced a late brake from the outside, leaving Gasly behind!

"Double Overtake!" An incredulous exclamation filled the broadcast booth. "One overtakes two! Lin Feng is driving like he's in completely different classes on the straightaway! Alpine's two cars don't even deserve to be seen emitting exhaust fumes!"

Lin Feng felt the centrifugal force of up to 5G brought about by the heavy braking in the cockpit, his powerful neck muscles pressing firmly against the helmet.

He used his superhuman dynamic vision to precisely capture the limits of every bend, wasting not even a millimeter of track.

On lap 12, he overtook Zhou Guanyu.

Zhou Guanyu very cooperatively left enough space, watching his compatriots disappear into the distance.

On lap 15, he overtook Stroll.

On lap 19, Lin Feng used the cross lines at the end of the straight to force Yuki Tsunoda of the Mavericks team to retreat in an extremely aggressive manner.

In less than twenty laps, Lin Feng, who started from the back of the grid, had already cut through butter like a hot knife through butter and fought his way up to 11th place!

"Lin, well done! Your lap times are almost identical to the Ferrari ahead of you now!"

The celebrations had already begun in Williams' P room.

From a hellish start to fighting back to within a hair's breadth of points is a miracle in itself that deserves to be recorded in history.

But Lin Feng's gaze did not relax in the slightest; his current system task was to complete the race in the points zone.

He is currently ranked 11th.

"Paul, give me the gap to the car in front," Lin Feng asked while correcting the car's slippage in a high-speed corner.

"1.2 seconds, Lin. You're closing in on him quickly." Paul glanced at the screen. "Fernando Alonso is in front of you."

Alonso, a two-time world champion, is still competing on the track in his forties. He is the absolute core of the Aston Martin team and is recognized as a defensive master in the entire history of F1.

Trying to snatch the last spot in the points zone from Alonso is no less difficult than taking food from a tiger's mouth.

Li Bing also became nervous: "Dear viewers, the real test is here! Although Lin Feng has the advantage on the straights, Alonso's defense is notoriously watertight. He knows exactly how to stop the car at the apex of the corner to disrupt the rhythm of the cars behind him."

Inside the cockpit, Lin Feng stared intently at the race car, the wind noise and engine roar filling his ears.

"Then let me see whether your shield is stronger or my spear is sharper!"