Farming Life Starting in Africa

Rosen's Pontiac Firebird quickly caught up with the group at an overwhelming speed, exceeding 220 mph.

At such extreme speeds, the vehicle's steering margin is extremely low, and a slight misstep could lead to loss of control and rollover. Throughout the entire journey, Lawson relied on his advanced road condition predictions and top-notch vehicle control skills to stabilize the vehicle, maintaining a steady yet aggressive pace while keeping a close eye on the dynamics of every car in front of him.

He silently overtook her in the outer lane, maintaining his speed throughout, so fast that even Ares, who was following closely and always on high alert, didn't notice him at first. It wasn't until the Pontiac had completely passed her and was close to the Porsche in front of her that Ares suddenly snapped out of her daze, her eyes widening in disbelief.

She stared intently at her speedometer. She had already reached 190 km/h and used nitrous oxide the whole time, pushing herself to her limit, yet she was still easily overtaken!

The absurd speed difference completely shattered her composure, and her instinctive reaction was to pull out her pistol and fire two bullets at Rosen as a "celebration."

Fortunately, she still retained a sliver of rationality. Although she was extremely competitive and ruthless, a top-notch professional assassin, she was not one of those bloodthirsty psychopaths in the hotel. She never took pleasure in killing, and in the end, she managed to suppress the urge to draw her gun.

Gisele, who was ahead, quickly noticed Rosen catching up rapidly and sighed helplessly.

She had already seen Rosen's vehicle modification structure and knew very well that although this car did not have a nitrous oxide acceleration configuration, the engine and the overall vehicle modification specifications were too exaggerated, and its hardware strength completely overwhelmed everyone else.

If you really go for top speed, no one can catch up to his car's raw power, even if they use nitrous oxide.

With the finish line within reach, Tang no longer held back and decisively activated his nitro boost.

He had deliberately held back his strength throughout the race, saving it for the final straight sprint. In the instant he accelerated, he immediately overtook Brian. Just as he was about to maintain his lead and cross the finish line, secretly pleased with himself for being on the verge of victory and having a chance to get close to Braga...

The next second, a deafening engine roar suddenly came from the left, piercing and domineering.

Tang turned his head in astonishment, watching helplessly as his Dodge Charger, which was in full nitrous oxide mode, was overtaken and crushed by a scratched and battered Pontiac Firebird.

Tang, unwilling to give up, shifted gears and accelerated with all his might. The V8 engine roared wildly, squeezing out all its power. However, the high speed of a muscle car requires enough groundwork. At this moment, the finish line was too close, and it was too late to turn the tide.

In the end, Rosen took the lead and steadily crossed the finish line.

He was completely fair and square throughout the race, without any trickery or cheating. He relied solely on his hardcore driving skills and the vehicle's inherent strength to decisively win the championship.

Drones don't count; those are his innate skills.

Tang stood beside his Dodge Charger, looking utterly dejected, and let out a long sigh.

He looked up and examined his car. The body was covered with scratches and scrapes of all sizes. The paint on the right side was mottled and damaged. Most ridiculously, the right side mirror was completely missing, leaving only a bare bracket that looked extremely pathetic.

It was probably squeezed by that Pontiac Firebird and forced to bump into the car that immediately started using nitrous oxide to accelerate.

Tang thought, "This guy just turned on the nitrous oxide right away. Sure enough, you won't see such an idiot at the finish line."

Tonight was his closest chance to success. If he could win the championship, he could naturally connect with Braga and complete his plan.

As a result, Lawson intercepted him halfway through the process and used various tricks to his advantage, ultimately causing him to miss out on the spot.

Now everything is back to square one. If he wants to contact Braga, he has to find another way and start all over again.

Tonight's eight cars were plagued by engine failures, crashes, and chaotic battles, with accidents happening constantly. Only five cars managed to complete the entire race, while the remaining three were all totaled and broke down halfway through, completely withdrawing from the game.

Just as everyone was taking a break and reviewing the night's battle, Phoenix, who had been waiting at the finish line for a long time, walked briskly toward Rosen with a fake smile on his face, clapping slowly.

"I never expected Giselle's friend to be so amazing. He's a true top-level race car driver."

He had just witnessed the final straight-line sprint and was deeply moved.

Everyone in the arena activated their nitro boost and sprinted with all their might, but they still couldn't catch up with Rosen's Pontiac Firebird, which didn't have nitro boost. The sheer crushing power of that car was visibly absurd.

Rosen completely ignored Phoenix's deliberate attempts to curry favor and praise him.

He casually pushed open the car door, his long legs landing on the ground. His gaze went straight past the person in front of him, looking directly at the Porsche parked steadily not far behind him, without sparing any attention for Phoenix.

At that moment, Gisele got out of the car and walked over in the evening breeze. Seeing Phoenix's cold shoulder, she helplessly tried to smooth things over: "Don't waste your time, Phoenix. He doesn't participate in delivery missions. If you want to congratulate him or win him over, you should talk to this guy instead."

As she spoke, Gisele pointed to Don, who was still feeling down beside her, and precisely handed him the opportunity.

Phoenix's eyes widened instantly, his face darkening with confusion and anger. His tone was clearly furious: "Doesn't want to participate in the delivery? Then what's the point of him running the whole game? Is he here to cause trouble?"

Gisele completely ignored his anger, saying, "We made a bet privately. He bet $25 million with me that he could win the championship tonight."

Upon hearing this, Phoenix was instantly speechless and shut up.

The events they were in charge of only selected delivery personnel; they never interfered with the private betting. This was Gisele's side income, and Phoenix had no right to meddle.

Just as the atmosphere at the scene was becoming slightly awkward, Braga, who was disguised as an ordinary event manager and was also known as Campos, slowly walked over.

His expression was calm, and he spoke to Tang in a flat tone: "Now that you've qualified for the competition, from now on, you'll work for Braga. Keep the GPS you have; whenever the device beeps, just follow the route and set off on time."

After finishing his business, Phoenix, expressionless, immediately walked up to Don, pulled out a black cell phone, and said, "Give me your driver's license number."

Tang raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. "Driver's license number? What do you need that for? To see if I have insurance?"

"We need to verify their identities and confirm who exactly is handling the delivery work in Braga," Phoenix said coldly, trying to hide his earlier embarrassment.

Tang was so angry he laughed. He shrugged, his tone full of helplessness: "Think about it carefully. Someone like me who spends all year illegally modifying cars and street racing, how could I possibly have a legal driver's license?"