Dongming Mountain is located about 120 kilometers south of S City. Every year in late summer and early autumn, the red leaves here attract a large number of tourists.
But tonight, in such an early spring season that should not be so lively, on such an unremarkable weekend, a large number of spectators gathered here to witness a competition with no prizes, no bonuses, and even no clear rules.
The business at the gas station at the foot of the mountain was booming like never before. Several high school students working part-time looked at the world-famous cars running up the mountain with eyes wide open.
"Store manager, tonight's fight is extraordinary. It's very different from the usual petty fights..."
"Tch...a bunch of brats just like to pretend to be drag racers. You just need to mind your own business." The forty-year-old store manager was holding a cigarette and watching the sports cars passing by with disdain in his eyes.
I thought: "Are these young people today only at this level..."
At about nine o'clock in the evening, the challenger for this competition appeared, the dream team "Red Death" composed of overseas drag racing experts from Canada, the United States, Japan, Italy, Germany and other countries.
The captain of this team is a Chinese. Even though he has blond hair at the moment, his yellow skin and black eyes will never change. The GT-R he drives is at the front and slowly drives up the mountain.
This road beast, known as Skyline, GT-R, and R35, is undoubtedly the most dazzling among the cars, not only because the owner painted it a blood-like dark red, but also because the team captain owns it.
, the distinctive team logo, the red sickle mark.
"Song Wen, tonight I want you to taste... the bitter fruit of failure!" In the eyes of the blond man, there was only the belief that he would win.
When the car passed by the entrance of the gas station, the store manager's eyes lit up and he whispered: "Is that so... It seems that tonight is not all fun."
"Manager, that's the GT-R. It's so awesome. I feel awesome just looking at it! It would be great if I could sit in it and drive it once!"
"That GT-R... is an unsheathed knife, a irrational, bloodthirsty beast. Its engine is roaring, eager to tear apart its prey tonight..."
The few part-time clerks obviously didn't understand what the store manager meant. They still looked excitedly at the dazzling sports cars and exclaimed from time to time.
At this moment, the top of the mountain.
Song Wen looked at his watch. There was less than an hour left before the start of the race. All the well-known teams in the country had sent their generals to help out.
Spider, DEMON, Feilong, Supersonic, and their REDMOON, these names that are usually well-known in the amateur racing world, are all gathered here today, abandoning all personal grudges, and jointly meet the challenge of the Red Death.
They gathered in small groups, some chatting with old friends, some exchanging experiences with strangers, and more teams were conducting final inspections and adjustments on the contestants' cars. At this moment, Song
Wen saw a familiar figure.
"Senior Xiaoxi, why are you here!?"
"Haha, Xiao Song, in such a scene, as a senior, I will come to cheer you up no matter what."
"So...will you participate?"
Xiaoxi still smiled: "I just came to watch the game. I have withdrawn and will not participate again." He paused here: "And... this time the infamous GT-R should
Is it just for you?"
"Well... this should be said to be Cheng Dongliang's battle of revenge. It's been two years since he was defeated by me. He disappeared. I didn't expect that he would appear in front of me again in such a posture..."
"Haha, Song Wen, relax. Even if he goes to all over the world to train, he may not be invincible. Don't forget that you are REDMOON's ace and the captain."
"That's what happened after you, the former ace, left the team."
"Hahaha... At that time, you were still a little kid who had just finished taking the driver's license test. You followed the second boss and was used as an errand boy by him. It's really interesting to think about it now. By the way, why didn't you see the second boss and the old man?
Feng?"
Song Wen held up a cigarette: "It's been a while. After you left, Captain Feng asked me to replace him, and then he retired. The second boss had a falling out with Old Feng because he didn't become captain, and he left soon after.
They joined the team." He took a sip and added: "But I saw them again a while ago. It turns out that those two guys wanted to retire back then, so they just acted in a show. Now they have opened a company together, which can be considered a career.
Start a career."
Xiao Xi also sighed: "Really, hey... A lot of things have really happened... It's hard to imagine that rich young masters like Lao Feng and the second master have become self-reliant and promising young people. I
But you can’t compare to them.”
"What are you doing, Senior Konishi, after you retire?"
"Me? After that, I went to England to work for a few years, and I finally completed my studies. Recently I have been busy helping my family take care of the business, but I have always been concerned about things on this mountain road."
Two guys who had aged prematurely in their twenties spent a long time lamenting there. This was an inevitable part of men's reunion after a long absence, until the arrival of a challenger brought their attention back.
"Here it comes! Red Death!" I don't know who shouted this first.
Everyone's eyes were drawn to the red Grim Reaper, holding a gray sickle in his hand. The round team logo was a symbol of speed, and the most eye-catching Grim Reaper logo with a red sickle was printed on that GT.
-On the fixed wing of R.
Cheng Dongliang got out of the car and went straight to Song Wen. The aces of other teams seemed to be regarded as nothing by him.
"Song Wen, I have been waiting for this day for a long time."
Song Wen put out his cigarette: "I hope you are not disappointed."
Cheng Dongliang looked confident: "Why, is the meteor Xiaoxi from back then also going to play tonight? Stand up for your juniors, right?"
"I just came to watch the game. You can take your time and reminisce about old times," Xiaoxi replied.
"Oh? According to the agreement, we will each send six drivers to compete tonight, but if I read it correctly, you have only five teams here, and only five drivers including you are preparing, then this sixth
Who is this person if he is not Xiaoxi?"
Song Wendao: "He does not belong to any team and has not come yet, but I believe he will definitely come."
"Humph...a secret weapon? I think all the good mountain runners in China are gathered here. Are you looking for help from abroad too?"
"You will know when he comes. Since you are sure of victory, why do you care so much? Doesn't his absence make you feel uneasy?"
Cheng Dongliang snorted coldly and just said: "There is not much time left for you to remain so calm."
Xiao Xi seemed to hear something from Song Wen's words. After Cheng Dongliang walked away, he asked: "Who is the sixth person you mentioned?"
Song Wen, who has always shown himself to be calm, also smiled: "You also know this person, his name is Gu Chen."
…………
"Hey...it's almost ten o'clock. The game is about to start. I really want to go and see it."
"Yeah, yeah, you don't see this every day."
The store manager was so annoyed by these boys that he had a headache: "Go ahead, you little brats, but this counts as leaving early, but you will be charged."
"Thank you, store manager! Long live the store manager!" With a few cheers, the few part-time clerks didn't even bother to change their clothes, so they got on their bicycles and rushed up the mountain.
The store manager shook his head and sighed: "This is youth... The competition on the mountain is probably the most important thing for them at the moment."
"Oh! Boss, you are really insightful. Today's young people are too careless about part-time work. I don't know what they are thinking." Suddenly a voice came from behind.
The store manager turned around and saw a decadent face that looked like he hadn't slept for three days. He was drinking canned coffee that he had just taken out of the vending machine.
"Brother...Actually, you are here to watch the game, right..." The store manager's eyes were full of contempt.
"Oh? How did you see this?" Master Cat asked.
"Haha, I can smell the driver's smell."
Mr. Cat smiled and said, "Boss, you actually want to take a look. How about I take you up the mountain?" He pointed to the broken Honda behind him.
The store manager hesitated for a moment, "Hey... wait until I lock the door."
It seems that in this world, it is not just young people who are enthusiastic. Middle-aged men sometimes risk everything just to watch a racing car.
Five minutes later.
"Brother, have you modified your car?" The store manager got on Master Mao's passenger seat, which was a place Wang Xu would never want to sit.
"Ah, it's best to say it's freshly baked."
The store manager sat down and took a look, and suddenly felt something was wrong, "Brother, why have I never seen this dashboard before?"
Mr. Cat had already started the engine, and a very strange sound came from the store manager. He frowned and said, "Why is this engine sound so strange..."
This store manager can be said to be knowledgeable about racing. He was also an amateur driver when he was young. His skills may not be the best, but his theoretical knowledge is definitely not sufficient. But at this moment, when he got into Master Mao's car, he just felt confused.
A very scary smile appeared on the corner of Mr. Cat's mouth: "Hehehehe...it's worth three days and three nights...this F-22 wearing a CE car..."
