F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

"Five red lights are off! The competition begins!"

David Croft's voice was instantly drowned out by the deafening roar of engines above Silverstone.

Twenty F1 cars launched like arrows from a bow amidst the screams of 140,000 spectators.

Lin Feng's reaction time was an astonishing 0.18 seconds. The moment the clutch was released, the rear wheels of the Williams FW46 race car gripped the asphalt road like crazy, with almost no extra spin.

"Lin Feng's start was perfect! But Max Verstappen behind him is equally fierce!" Martin Brundl shouted from the commentary box.

The car entered Turn 1, a high-speed right-hand bend with almost full throttle. Lin Feng held the inside line firmly, giving Verstappen no chance to turn around.

Meanwhile, the top three British groups immediately fell into infighting.

Hamilton had an excellent start, launching a fierce attack on pole-sitter George Russell at Turn 3. The two silver Mercedes cars were neck and neck, creating a tense atmosphere. Norris, in third place, was lurking behind, hoping to capitalize on the opportunity.

Lin Feng firmly held onto fourth place, his eyes fixed on the dazzling papaya-colored McLaren race car ahead.

"Lin, clean start. Max is 0.6 seconds behind you, he's sucking your tail." Paul's calm radio instructions came through.

"Let him take it; this car's top speed is enough for today," Lin Feng sneered.

As the race progressed to lap 15, the situation on the track became a tense back-and-forth battle.

The top four cars formed a DRS train that was connected end to end.

On high-speed tracks like Silverstone, tire wear and brake temperature can spike dramatically once you enter the turbulence zone of the car in front.

The atmosphere inside Mercedes' pit room was very tense.

Millie Bobby Brown, wearing noise-canceling headphones, nervously wrung her hands, her eyes glued to the in-car feed on the large screen.

"George! Hold the paint!" Millie exclaimed in surprise as she watched Hamilton closing in on the front of the car on the screen.

On the track, the experienced Hamilton finally seized a golden opportunity at Stoke-on-the-Lake. He used late braking to force his way into the inside, and the two Mercedes cars almost collided at the apex of the corner. Russell was forced to widen, and Hamilton successfully overtook him to take the lead!

The British fans at the scene erupted in thunderous cheers.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere in Ferrari's pit garage was completely different.

Emilia Clarke stood in the corner and sighed helplessly.

On the screen, Leclerc's car suffered severe understeer at the Cops corner due to tire deterioration, crashing into the gravel in the run-off area. Although he managed to get out, his ranking had dropped to outside tenth place.

"Is Ferrari's strategy team asleep again?"

Emilia shook her head, already used to the Italian team's amazing maneuvers.

On the 25th lap, all entrance windows were open.

Norris took the initiative, driving the McLaren into the pit lane in an attempt to overtake Russell using an undercut tactic.

"Box, Lin, Box! We're in this round!" Williams gave the order from the command wall.

Lin Feng jerked the steering wheel, and the race car drove into the maintenance area, stopping precisely in a parking space.

Having learned their lesson from the nightmare of the twelve-second sprint at the Canadian Grand Prix, Williams' mechanics delivered an exceptional performance today.

Four tire guns roared simultaneously as the old tires were removed and white hard tires were installed.

"Green light!"

2.1 seconds! Williams' fastest pit stop of the season!

Lin Feng floored the gas pedal and sped out of the pit lane. The moment he left the pit, he was right in front of Norris, who had just passed Turn 1!

"Beautiful pit stop! Williams' strategy team has done a great job today! Lin Feng used this perfect pit stop to overtake Norris and move up to third place!" Croft exclaimed excitedly.

Inside Williams' P room, James Walls forcefully swung his fist.

Rowan Atkinson, standing next to him, also had his eyes shining and couldn't help but exclaim, "James, your driver's braking point when he pitted was absolutely perfect. He slowed down almost to the last centimeter of the speed limit line. His sense of distance for this car is incredible."

"He's always been a madman who dances on the edge of a knife," James replied with a laugh, his gaze returning to the screen.

Norris, who was left behind, was clearly unwilling to give up. McLaren brought a major upgrade to the chassis at Silverstone, making the car's limits extremely high in high-speed corners.

For the next ten laps, Norris stuck to Lin Feng's car like a plaster.

"Lin, he's trying to force you to make a mistake. Your left front tire is a bit hot, be careful," Paul reminded him.

"I can't worry about that anymore." Lin Feng gritted his teeth.

At the famous consecutive corners of Magtz and Becktz, Norris, with his strong downforce, tried to overtake Lin Feng from the outside. The two cars rushed into the corner side by side at a speed of over 280 kilometers per hour!

This is an extremely dangerous game; the slightest mistake could result in both teams being forced to withdraw.

But Lin Feng showed no intention of backing down. His hands gripped the steering wheel like iron clamps, the right wheel of the race car pressed firmly against the curb, sparks flying, forcing Norris back to the outside of the track.

"F**k! This guy is a madman!" Norris roared helplessly over the radio, forced to slow down and back down.

"Lin held firm!"

The race has entered its final ten laps.

Hamilton was leading the pack, Russell was close behind in second place, and Lin Feng was in third.

According to the system's task requirements, finishing in the top three and reaching the podium would exempt Lin Feng from the penalty. At this moment, Lin Feng could choose to play it safe and bring the Williams race car, which was already close to its limit, back to the finish line safely.

But the violent streak in his bones was completely ignited here.

"Paul, what's the gap between them and George?"

"1.5 seconds, Lin. Your tires are in bad shape. If you keep pushing, you might get a blowout on the last lap," Paul tried to dissuade him.

"Stop talking nonsense, tell me how much more power the engine can squeeze out!"

"...If you switch to mode 8, the battery can be completely drained in three rotations."

"Switch!"

Lin Feng turned the knob on the steering wheel without hesitation.

The Williams car seemed to have received a shot of adrenaline, unleashing terrifying top speeds on the Wellington Straight, with the numbers on the lap timer jumping wildly.

1.2 seconds...0.8 seconds...0.5 seconds!

With five laps to go, Lin Feng officially entered Russell's DRS attack zone!

The people in the Mercedes pit lane nervously covered their mouths. On the big screen, the blue race car grew larger and larger, like a persistent ghost.

"George, Lin Feng is behind you, he's pushing you hard," the Mercedes engineer said urgently.

"I know! My rear tires are almost worn flat, and this car feels like driving on ice!" Russell was sweating profusely inside his helmet, desperately defending the paint.

Third to last lap!

Hanga Straight Road!

This is the best overtaking spot on Silverstone Circuit.

Without hesitation, Lin Feng pressed the DRS button, the rear wing opened, and the race car, with a screech, instantly approached Russell's rear.

Russell, with his extensive experience, made a defensive move in advance, firmly blocking the inside line at the end of the straight at the Stoker Bend, attempting to force Lin Feng back with his passing.

If you try to overtake from the outside, at high speeds like at Stoke Bend, your car could very likely lose grip and fly off the track.

But Lin Feng refused to believe it.

He didn't slow down!

Less than seventy meters from the apex of the bend, Lin Feng swerved the car directly towards the outside!

"Jesus Christ! Lin Feng chose to overtake on the outside! At Stoke Bend!" Brendel stood up immediately.

The two race cars rushed into the corner side by side, and Russell braked desperately on the inside, trying to push Lin Feng out.

But Lin Feng's left foot made a precise tap on the brake pedal, and after a brief loss of control, the car miraculously grabbed the outer curb, managing to exit the corner at a speed 10 kilometers per hour higher than Russell's. At the moment of exiting the corner, half of the front of the car had already overtaken Mercedes!

"No!!!" Russell roared desperately into the radio.

At the next corner, Verdy, Lin Feng naturally gained the advantage on the inside. He cleanly and decisively cut into the apex of the corner, completely blocking Russell behind him!

"He's overtaken! Lin Feng has surpassed Russell! He's moved up to second place! This Chinese driver has forcefully torn apart Mercedes' defense!"

Williams's P room immediately erupted in excitement.

Rowan Atkinson gaped in shock, while James was so excited that he hugged Crapinto tightly.

On the Mercedes side, Toto Wolff appeared expressionless, but a closer look revealed a strong sense of admiration and longing in his deep eyes.

The last lap!

Hamilton maintained a three-second lead, but Lin Feng's tires had reached their limit, so he followed the strategy team's advice and did not continue to chase.

As we drove out of the last deceleration bend, the black and white checkered flag waved in the air.

Hamilton crossed the finish line first, securing this significant home victory after two and a half years.

The No. 28 Williams car, right behind the crowd, crossed the finish line smoothly amidst gasps of excitement from the spectators!

Second place! Runner-up!

"Race over! Congratulations to Lewis Hamilton! But today, the brightest star of the day was undoubtedly Lin! Driving an absolutely weak car, he outperformed George Russell and Lando Norris to secure an incredible second place!"

The moment he crossed the finish line, Lin Feng made no attempt to hide his celebration by pumping his fist.

"Yes!!! We did it!" The radio was filled with screams from the Williams team members.

"Well done, guys."

Lin Feng's voice, though tinged with extreme exhaustion, carried an undeniable air of relief.

He heard a notification from the system deep within his mind:

[Task Completed]