Farming Life Starting in Africa

A brand new right turn appeared ahead. Rosen habitually lightly applied the brakes, downshifted, and increased the engine speed, preparing to smoothly navigate the turn at the optimal pace.

Just then, he felt a sudden tightness in his chest, his alertness instantly heightened, and he subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror. The next second, his pupils contracted sharply.

Luke behind him showed absolutely no intention of slowing down or taking the corner!

This guy floored the accelerator, the car shook violently and swayed precariously, clearly showing a suicidal attitude, heading straight for Rosen's car to crash into its intended trajectory!

American muscle cars are all right-hand drive, and Rosen's driving line was extremely fixed, leaving no room to maneuver to either side. If he continued to corner smoothly at his original pace, he would be absolutely rammed into the car by Luke, directly hitting his driver's seat.

In a life-or-death situation, Rosen didn't want to gamble on whether this scoundrel was high on drugs and so reckless.

Rosen had no choice but to slam on the brakes, abruptly disrupting his perfect cornering rhythm.

Just as he braked, Luke's Nissan 350Z couldn't withstand the extreme driving violence any longer. Thick smoke billowed from the engine compartment, and the car shook violently, startling Luke into slamming on the brakes as well.

After a few muffled bangs, the Nissan 350Z stalled and the engine exploded, leaving it stranded alone in the middle of the intersection, completely broken down and totaled.

Because of Rosen's emergency braking, Ares and Gisele, who were following behind, seized the opportunity and successfully navigated the corner first, steadily widening the gap.

Once Rosen confirmed that the road ahead was safe and Luke was no longer a threat, he immediately shifted gears and revved the engine to full speed to catch up with the convoy ahead.

As he passed by Luke's wrecked vehicle, the idiot looked smug and delirious, raising his middle finger at Rosen with a triumphant grin.

He indirectly achieved his goal by disrupting Rosen's perfect racing rhythm and dragging Rosen to the back of the pack. The only cost was that he completely wrecked his car.

Rosen had only driven a few meters when a series of crackling sounds came from behind. Flames shot out of Luke's engine compartment, and the flames spread instantly, with thick smoke billowing into the sky.

Terrified, Luke immediately unbuckled his seatbelt and scrambled to open the car door to escape, fearing that the car would explode and kill him as well. He was in a very sorry state.

Rosen looked at the two cars that had widened the gap to nearly fifty meters ahead, shook his head helplessly, truly annoyed by that idiot.

He can't afford to lose today! He has a date with Gisele tonight, and if he loses the match, all the good things that follow will likely be ruined. He absolutely can't afford to mess this up.

With his mind at ease and his thoughts cleared, Rosen floored the accelerator again, and the Pontiac Firebird roared furiously as it accelerated to full speed.

However, Ares and Giselle's cars ahead still had nitrous oxide boost remaining, leading the race at high speed with a very stable pace. He simply couldn't close the gap in a short time.

At this point, only three intersections remain to the finish line: two to the right and one to the left. The race is about to come to a complete end.

Rosen quickly scanned the drone's live feed and astutely noticed an extremely narrow side path hidden to the side, just wide enough for a car to barely pass through.

At the end of this path, a right turn leads to the two-kilometer ultimate straight sprint course that goes straight to the finish line, with no obstructions throughout.

The good news is that he didn't see any pedestrians on the narrow road, perfectly avoiding any risk of collision.

The bad news is that there are many obstacles on the road, which will severely test his reaction speed and vehicle control precision.

This was a golden opportunity! Rosen immediately swerved and changed lanes, decisively cutting into the narrow alley. The engine roared deafeningly, unleashing its full 770 horsepower performance.

In a narrow path less than three meters wide, he managed to drive at 120 km/h and kept accelerating, his audacity was outrageous.

Rosen stared intently ahead, his mind highly focused, using his top-notch reflexes to dodge left and right, precisely avoiding the pebbles and debris along the roadside.

He kept honking the horn as a warning, hoping that no unlucky guy would show up for the wrap party.

He came to the United States as a law-abiding and exemplary citizen; he shouldn't break the rules and "break his vows" here.

If anything goes wrong, blame it all on Ah Zu. It was that milk-loving pervert who did it, and it has nothing to do with me, Lawson!

As he sped out of the narrow path and was about to enter the final sprint, Rosen glanced at the control terminal and instantly felt confident. He chuckled to himself, thinking he still had a chance to turn the tide and win the championship!

The right turn ahead was too narrow, leaving no room for maximum speed, so Rosen was forced to slow down to make the turn.

In order to maintain speed as much as possible and not waste time, the Pontiac Firebird donated its left-side rearview mirror, giving it away entirely to the wall at the end of the road.

The passenger door was also scratched by the wall, and the paint on the whole car was mottled and damaged. It looked messy, but it was still in top condition.

Once you get past this restrictive bend, the unobstructed final straightaway lies ahead.

For his brutally modified muscle car, drag racing was a complete disaster, a total stomp with no challenge whatsoever.

The 3.7T horizontally opposed six-cylinder twin-turbo engine unleashes its full power, unlocking the ultimate performance of 770 horsepower. The speed instantly soars to 180 km/h and continues to break the limits, with the car body flying steadily close to the ground.

As they were running at top speed, two familiar figures suddenly appeared eighty meters ahead.

Tang's Dodge Charger and Brian's Mazda RX-7. Both cars were covered in a dense array of collision scratches, showing that they had paid a heavy price to break through the police cordon, and they were going quite fast.

Even so, compared to Rosen at full speed and at full health, the speed difference is still obvious, they are not even in the same league.

Brian was the first to spot the rapidly approaching black blur in his rearview mirror. Seeing the ridiculously fast, almost unreasonable speed, he was instantly startled. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately activated the nitrous oxide boost.

The RX-7 instantly unleashed its full power, its speed skyrocketed, and it quickly caught up with the Dodge Charger, which was about to overtake it and take the lead.

Tang watched Brian, who was eager to overtake and was getting impatient, and a knowing smile appeared on his lips. He muttered to himself, "Brian, you're still a newbie. You're too impatient. I'll win this time."

Brian's activation of nitro made a big commotion, and Giselle and Ares behind him followed suit, activating their nitro boosts as well.

Both of them knew that this wasn't the best time, and they were likely to run out of steam, but the drivers ahead had already surged ahead, and they didn't dare to hold back and fall behind, fearing that something might happen and they would be completely left behind. So they had no choice but to bite the bullet and keep up.

Just as the group was enjoying the ultimate push-back feeling with the help of nitro boost and racing against each other, a black afterimage silently and rapidly approached.