She swept past the narrow cliffside margin so fast she left a blurred afterimage in her wake.
"That's... that's an inertial drift!" a hardcore racing fan in the stands screamed in absolute terror and awe. "That's a legendary maneuver! Nobody pulls that off in real life!"
The moment the words "inertial drift" echoed through the crowd, the initial mockery completely evaporated. The thousands of viewers, both in the stands and watching online, were plunged into a state of mind-numbing shock.
Was that even a human behind the wheel? Or was it pure magic?
"Is this bitch crazy?!" Hurricane gasped, a cold sweat breaking out across his forehead. He had seen the insane drift in his mirror.
Up ahead was the broken bridge—a fifteen-foot gap over a terrifying canyon. His original plan had been to slowly squeeze her out of bounds while securing his own safe trajectory over the jump. But with her suicidal acceleration and physics-defying drift, the pink supercar was now barreling straight toward his rear bumper.
If he didn't move, she was going to rear-end him right as they hit the ramp. He was the one trapped now.
Did she not know the bridge was out?!
Hurricane swallowed hard. He had earned his title as the underground king because he raced like a man with nothing to lose. But his fearlessness was a joke compared to this woman's absolute insanity. She didn't care about his dirty tricks. She was driving like she fully intended to take them both straight to hell.
Hurricane had zero time to think. The pink car was inches from a collision, and she still hadn't touched the brakes.
"Psycho! If you want to die, go die alone!" Hurricane panicked. A millisecond before impact, he yanked his steering wheel and swerved out of the main racing line.
The pink supercar roared past him like a missile.
Directly ahead lay the gaping canyon.
Hurricane narrowed his eyes. He quickly downshifted, adjusting his angle, intending to hit the ramp safely while watching her plummet.
Serena definitely saw the broken bridge. But the needle on her speedometer never dipped. It buried itself deep into the red zone.
The entire stadium held its breath,
No one dared to scream that she would crash. Every time they
doubted this girl she slapped them across the face with a miracle.
Douglas stood in the premium viewing area, his eyes locked on the glowing pink
blur. The hand holding his cigarette tightened slightly.
As the car hit the shattered edge of the bridge, Serena jerked the wheel. Her tire caught a jagged, protruding. rock sending the vehicle launching up à steep earthen embankment.
The pink supercar soared into the night sky.
Bathed in the blinding track lights, the car carved a flawless, majestic parabola through the air, easily clearing the massive gap.
For a brief glittering moment, the
cameras Zoomed in on the driver's
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side window. The monitors broadcasted the girl's breathtaking profile.
She looked cold, arrogant, and beautifully unhinged.