Chapter 695
“Hit her! Ram her right into the turn! That curve will be her grave p>
Augus screamed at the massive monitor in the VIP suite, his face contorted in rage.
He watched the pink supercar persistently hunt down his modified beast. He barked into the radio, “Everyone left, group up! Coordinate with Hurricane and sandwich her p>
There were only three of them left: Hurricane in the lead, Anna, and one remaining lackey. The other four had been completely wiped out during the opening ambush.
Hearing the command, Hurricane kept his eyes glued to the rearview mirror. He sneered. “Don’t worry. She dies on this turn p>
Hurricane whipped the steering wheel, showcasing elite technical mastery as his tires kissed the very edge of the cliff. He entered the first hairpin turn with a deliberate, sweeping trajectory, aiming to blockade the lane and force Serena toward the drop.
At the same time, Anna and the other driver floored it from behind. “She’s dead!” Anna screamed.
They had her boxed in. Under normal circumstances, any driver approaching a hairpin turn had to decelerate. But if Serena slowed down, Anna and the other car would ram her from behind. If she didn’t slow down, her current speed would launch her straight off the cliff to a fiery death.
Anna’s knuckles turned white as she gripped the steering wheel, her face twisted in a mask of euphoric insanity. She couldn’t wait to see Serena’s final, desperate
move.
But p>
A second before entering the turn, Serena didn’t brake. Ignoring Hurricane’s blockade, she actually accelerated.
“Is she out of her mind p>
“She’s going way too fast! She’ll fly right off the mountain p>
“Why is she speeding up? She’s committing suicide p>
“Hurricane is blocking the only safe line! Unless her car grows wings, she’s dead!” The spectators shrieked in horror.
Anna cackled maniacally. Serena was out of options. Trapped from the front and the back, the pressure had finally broken her mind. Accelerating now was a guaranteed death sentence. Anna staredb obsessively at the pink supercar eagerly waiting to watch it plummet into the abyss.
But in the next split second p>
As the pink supercar hit the apex of the turn, it snapped sideways. All four tires screamed against the asphalt, sparking a massive shower of fiery friction.
The car glided over the jagged gravel on the cliff’s absolute edge. The front bumper hovered mere inches from the drop while the entire year half of the car suspended in mid air over the abyss.
With an ear piercing screech, the supercar carved through the inside line at an angle that violently defied the laws of physics. Dust and sparks
erupted like a fireworks display.