Farming Life Starting in Africa

While everyone else was doing their jobs, Rosen was starting to have some free time, which gave him a chance to go for a drive with Giselle and experience the ultimate speed of the Aston Martin DB9.

However, unlike last time, this time Gisele was the one in control of the steering wheel.

The remote coastal highways on the outskirts of Rio de Janeiro are flat and empty, with almost no pedestrians or other vehicles at night, making them a natural racing track.

Once Gisele got the hang of it, she was completely unfazed. She stepped on the gas and shifted gears smoothly, and the speed quickly increased, easily reaching 180km/h.

Rosen, sitting in the passenger seat, tensed up instantly, instinctively squeezing his legs together tightly, pressing his back against the seat back, and stiffening all his muscles.

Countless curses surged through his mind. He was truly unlucky to ride in someone else's fast car, especially a car driven by a woman who loved extreme racing. Every second was extreme psychological torture for him.

Even with his specially designed sealed and soundproof vehicle, wind noise is still quite significant at this speed.

The streetlights, seascape, and trees outside the car window were all stretched into blurry long lines, and the visual oppression made Rosen's heart beat faster and faster.

When the car speed soared past 220km/h, Rosen already regretted it. In his life, apart from Ding Jianguo's car, he had never had a good experience riding in a woman's car.

He rarely reaches this speed even when he's riding a car; today he truly experienced the thrill of life and death being out of his control.

Even though he was panicking inside, Rosen didn't dare to make a sound and disturb Giselle, for fear of distracting her.

At this speed, the vehicle is in a state of extreme equilibrium. The slightest operational error or external interference could cause the vehicle to lose control and become airborne, with an outcome no better than Doctor Strange's.

She only slowed down the accelerator after she had had her fill of racing, letting the sports car glide smoothly along the coastal road and finally stop in the parking lot of the yacht marina on the beach in Rio.

This location boasts an exceptional environment, adjacent to a long coastal highway, with the sea shimmering under the night sky and rows of luxurious private yachts neatly moored along the pier.

The lights were dim and the atmosphere was nice, but the high-speed chase just now left a trace of restlessness in the carriage.

Giselle's cheeks were flushed from exercise, her eyes gleaming with excitement, and her voice was full of praise: "This car's performance is amazing! It's the best car I've ever driven! Honey, can that Porsche be modified to perform like this?"

Rosen finally let out a long breath, his tense body completely relaxing. It took him a while to steady his breathing before he replied in a hoarse voice, "Of course... as long as it's properly adjusted, there won't be any problem."

As soon as she finished speaking, Giselle turned off the engine, pulled out the car key, unbuckled her seatbelt, straddled Rosen's lap, and leaned down to give him a passionate kiss.

Rosen, still shaken, was instantly stunned by this sudden gentle advance. He could only passively accept it, silently enjoying this sweet moment alone. The ambiguous atmosphere in the car made the car sway rhythmically.

Just as the two were getting along well and their body temperature was rising, a loud bang suddenly came from the direction of the dock not far away!

"boom--!"

The sudden, loud explosion shook the coastline, jolting the two of them awake from their intimate moment.

Giselle immediately straightened up, her eyes instantly becoming alert and sharp, while Rosen reacted even faster, raising his hand to instantly draw his pistol, cocking it, and looking in the direction from which the explosion came.

Less than 100 meters away from them, at the yacht marina, the deck of a private yacht docked on the shore was instantly engulfed in flames. The crimson flames were reflected on the sea, and billowing black smoke rose rapidly with the sea breeze.

As Giselle quickly dressed, she stared at the towering flames and asked with some doubt, "Was it an explosion caused by a gas leak?"

Rosen shook his head slightly, sighed helplessly, and said, "It wasn't a gas explosion."

His ability to distinguish explosion sounds is already at a master level. He can tell the difference between gas explosions and explosive explosions just by listening to them.

A gas explosion is a deep, continuous rumble, while an explosive detonation is an instantaneous, loud pulse.

That sound was a sharp, tearing explosion, the sound of explosives detonating.

The two quickly tidied themselves up, and just as they finished organizing their clothes, a figure hurriedly walked past the sports car.

It was a bald man whose silhouette looked strangely familiar to Rosen.

The moment Rosen caught a glimpse of the other person's profile out of the corner of his eye, he froze for a moment, instinctively leaning forward to get a clear look at the person's face.

But he stopped moving the next second.

Although this person looked very similar to the one Rosen knew, his walking posture and demeanor were completely different from the one Rosen knew.

Rosen immediately realized that they were probably twin brothers or something. There are many people in the movie world who look alike, so there was no need for him to rush up and say hello.

Giselle noticed the subtle change in his expression and asked curiously, "Do you know him?"

Rosen hesitated, then shook his head, smoothly changing the subject: "I must have misread it. By the way, where do we go next?"

Giselle looked around. The seaside night view was indeed romantic and comfortable, with a gentle sea breeze and excellent scenery. However, the sudden explosion of the yacht just now completely ruined most of her mood.

After thinking for a moment, she said, "Let's find a seaside hotel to stay overnight, and then go back to the police station tomorrow to see if there are any new developments."

Rosen smiled and nodded, having overcome his earlier trauma of sitting in the passenger seat, and decisively said, "Then it's my turn to drive!"

Before Giselle could object, he got out of the car first, quickly walked around to the driver's side door, gentlemanly opened the door, and prepared to take over driving.

As dawn broke and the morning mist in Rio had not yet completely dissipated, a cool sea breeze carried the aroma of everyday life into the abandoned factory buildings.

The empty workshop was dimly lit, with a few simple wooden tables pushed together and piled with maps, equipment drawings and scattered tools.

When Rosen and Giselle returned to the factory, Dom and his men were already gathered around the table, engrossed in a lively discussion, seemingly having been working on their plan for some time.

As soon as the two entered, the group of people who had been whispering instantly looked up at them. They whistled and winked in unison, their playful banter clearly a joke about the two's time alone together the previous night.