I'm in Teresin, dedicated to playing badly

Sirius is doing relatively better, after all, she is a woman with a pilot's license and comes from a symbolic family. Apart from being a little pale, she can basically maintain a normal appearance.

But Maruzensky was now pale and trembling, and after parking the car, he immediately took out a bag and began to vomit.

That's strange. Was he driving erratically? But that doesn't make sense, because it was his first time driving this kind of car, and he even sacrificed some speed to maintain stability...

Shinji Kitahara didn't quite understand.

"Um, Miss Sirius, I just..."

Just as Shinji Kitahara was about to ask Sirius what was going on, his cell phone suddenly rang.

"I love horses——"

"Excuse me, I need to take this call."

The sudden phone call interrupted Shinji Kitahara's words. Slightly puzzled, he took it out and saw the four large characters "Kudou Kazuya" on it.

That's strange. Why would he call me at this time? Could it be that the identity of that mysterious 'buyer' has finally been discovered?

But that doesn't make sense either. Given this old silver coin's personality, even if he's willing to support his actions, there's absolutely no way he'd resort to a phone call—a method so easily obtained as evidence of his identity...

Puzzled, Shinji Kitahara pressed the answer button and then held the phone to his ear.

"Hello, Trainer Hisadou, how can I help you?"

"Shinji Kitahara, I'm sending you coordinates. See if you're in that area."

Before Kitahara Shinji could finish speaking, Hisadou Kazuya's voice, clearly filled with anxiety, rang out.

Furthermore, before he could finish speaking, Shinji Kitahara received the coordinates he sent on Line.

"It's not close, but it's not particularly far either. What happened?"

"Something serious has happened."

Hisato Kazuya spoke anxiously, and the sound of a car starting up could be clearly heard nearby.

"Trainer Kitahara, if possible, I hope you can head towards the direction I gave you right now. As for the reason, we can discuss it as we go..."

Upon hearing what Hisato Kazuya said, Kitahara Shinji's brows furrowed, and he slowly started the car.

"Trainer Hisadou, I'm in the car right now. I won't be able to chat with you while I'm driving. Please explain the situation to me as quickly as possible—just get to the most important points."

"Attack!"

Hisato Kazuya shouted, his voice filled with the urgency that reached its peak.

"A tanker truck has been hijacked and is now heading towards a nearby daycare center; they plan to detonate it there—"

"What the hell did you say!"

The moment he finished speaking, Shinji Kitahara slammed on the gas pedal.

hum-

"Trainer Kitahara, what happened—"

"I'll explain later."

Without time to explain to the other two, Shinji Kitahara focused his attention back on the phone in his hand, and spoke in an almost shouting voice while driving.

"Tell me, how much time do we have left?"

"At most twenty minutes. I've already notified the police and Treson, but they won't make it in time. And even if they evacuate the children, they'll detonate it in other crowded areas, maybe even earlier—"

"I see."

After listening to Kazuya Hisadou's account, Shinji Kitahara silently hung up the phone. He recalled the coordinates Hisadou had sent him earlier, and a flame gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Twenty minutes...?"

Even with the speed of a sports car and his skill, it would be difficult to reach that position within twenty minutes.

Not to mention, once he arrives at the location, he will need to search for the target and even guard against the premature detonation of the bomb.

Despite this, Shinji Kitahara did not descend into madness due to his predicament; instead, he became even more composed.

Twenty minutes, no, at most fifteen minutes...

Going through the normal route is basically impossible; in other words, we'll have to resort to unconventional methods...

"Miss Maruzensky, is your car sturdy enough?"

"It's quite sturdy. After all, I often use it in competitions, and sometimes accidents are inevitable, so I specifically reinforced its structure... Trainer Kitahara, why are you asking this?"

"nothing."

Although he said it was nothing, Shinji Kitahara still reached out and took out several bottles of stamina recovery potions that he had asked Alice to concentrate, and threw them behind him.

"I might drive a bit too fast later, so if any of you get hurt, have some of this."

"Trainer Kitahara, what exactly do you want—"

"There's a steep slope with a good angle ahead."

Shinji Kitahara used his teeth to bite open the cap of the concentrated stamina potion, set it aside for later use, and then opened the bottle.

"That place can save us a lot of time."

"But the price is that we'll probably have to be frequent flyers."

After saying that, with a fierce throttle, the red comet sped away.

There seemed to be lingering fear and despair along the path.

......

From a very young age, Maruzensky had already shown a longing for speed.

While other girls were engrossed in dressing up and socializing, she preferred to exercise, watch various speed competitions, and started training on her own from a very young age.

As she grew older, before becoming a professional horse racing girl, she had already been exposed to car racing and became deeply obsessed with it, enjoying the thrill of extreme speed.

Later, she became a professional race car driver and a professional horse racing girl, and in both aspects, she was unparalleled in speed.

Even in the end, she couldn't find many opponents willing to challenge her and vent her desires.

So all he could do was trick his friends into getting into his car and taking them for a drive to satisfy his desires.

From childhood to now, even when she participated in a racing competition for the first time and sped at speeds she had never experienced before, she never felt fear.

On the contrary, it was the extreme speed that gave rise to a very strong sense of satisfaction.

It can be said that from childhood to adulthood, in terms of speed, Maru Zensky has always only inspired fear and despair in others, but has never expressed fear himself.

The reason she turned pale when Kitahara Shinji was driving at high speed was not because of fear of speed, but simply because of motion sickness, plus the fact that Kitahara Shinji did not have a driver's license.

But now, listening to the howling wind outside the window, feeling the roar of the engine, and even though we're already at such a high speed, we're not driving on a normal road, but rather speeding wildly through the mountains.

JP is mountainous, so many of its runways are built on mountains.

Moreover, many mountains can easily form rivers, blocking various paths.

The nearest bridge is quite a distance away, and it requires a long detour, which is the main factor causing the delay.

Once this is clear, the rest is easy to understand.

As he silently counted down the days, Shinji Kitahara's eyes gradually sharpened.

Unlike Maru Zenki, he was not a professional race car driver and had little experience driving normally on public roads.

All of his driving experience comes from real-world driving, and not just any ordinary real-world driving.

Therefore, when Shinji Kitahara is really focused on driving, he follows a principle that is different from all other drivers.

Between two points, a straight line is the shortest.

Simulate, calculate, and plan routes.

Drive, search, lock onto the target.

Then accelerate, accelerate, and accelerate again.

As soon as Kitahara Shinji sped off, especially on an abnormal road, the two people in the back seat started to shake.

Upon seeing the precipice ahead, both of them instantly lost all color in their faces.

"Trainer Kitahara, you wouldn't be thinking of—"

"Fasten your seatbelts, find something to secure yourself, and hold onto the medicine I gave you. Drink it as soon as you land—"

Before the words were finished, a feeling of weightlessness came over me.

After the sound of tires rubbing against the ground disappeared, the world seemed to fall silent.

They took flight.

And it flies very high.

Then came the fall.

Because the situation was so shocking, Sirius Symbol and Maru Zenki were both momentarily stunned into a blank state, so they didn't notice that Kitahara Shinji had already let go of the steering wheel.

Did he give up on treatment?

of course not.

After releasing the steering wheel, Shinji Kitahara had two more objects in his hands, which were his biggest advantage in daring to do this.

One of them was a small gadget that Galerizho had secretly given him during a casual chat to prove his abilities.

Miniature anti-gravity generator.

This thing can temporarily eliminate the existence of gravity within a certain range for a short period of time.

Even if the gravity disappears for a short period of time, the vehicle will still inevitably crash to the ground.

But at least with this thing as a buffer, they don't have to fully bear the impact of falling from a height of tens of meters.

As for the other item...

That's an alarm clock.

An ordinary-looking alarm clock that's commonplace on the streets.

It's the most outrageous item in Kitahara Shinji's unlucky system that he mentioned before, and also his second-to-last trump card.

Fortunately, this card was never actually used.

The miniature anti-gravity device that Galerizo gave him was even more effective than he had imagined. Despite falling from a height of tens of meters, the impact they received was not very high thanks to the device.

Not to mention the two female riders, even Shinji Kitahara was shaken so badly by the impact that he coughed up blood and felt as if his internal organs had shifted.

But after taking two sips of concentrated stamina potion, he was fully restored to health in just a few seconds and rushed to the location marked by Hisadou Kazuya as fast as he could.

The total time was thirteen minutes and fifty-four seconds.

Then, the target search begins.

Perhaps because time was too tight and they felt they had nothing to fear, the tanker truck made no attempt to hide anything and proceeded openly toward the location that Hisadou Kazuya had indicated.

Even after spotting the target, Shinji Kitahara did not take immediate action, but instead used various methods, such as reflections, to detect it.

Only after confirming that the people inside did not appear to be legitimate transport personnel, and that there was a bundle of explosives placed between the driver's seats, was the target finally identified.

"Miss Maruzen."

"W-what happened... Trainer Kitahara..."

Maruzensky's voice sounded a little trembling, but Kitahara Shinji didn't have time to care.

"Could you come and drive for a bit?"

As he spoke, his gaze drifted toward the vehicle of the moving oil tanker.

Although Maruzenski had been quite tormented before, her condition improved considerably after taking a few sips of the concentrated stamina recovery potion provided by Kitahara Shinji.

Especially after starting the search for the target and entering a normal road section, Shinji Kitahara had reduced his speed to a normal driving speed, which also accelerated her recovery.

Upon hearing Shinji Kitahara's request, Maruzensky, despite having just endured a series of ordeals, was even more aware of the urgency of the situation and immediately agreed without asking any further questions.

Slow down, switch seats, and then slowly approach the tanker truck.

Because the sports car was a bright red, and because of the tracks left from its reckless driving, the tanker truck driver easily noticed the approaching object, and his expression changed drastically in an instant.

How could that be? The plan should be flawless—

Before she could think any further, with a 'whoosh' sound, the sports car door opened directly upwards, and a figure jumped out and hung on the door next to her.