Dongming Mountain is located about 120 kilometers south of S City. Every year in late summer and early autumn, the red leaves here will attract a large number of tourists.
But tonight, in such an early spring season that shouldn't be so lively, on such an ordinary weekend, a large number of spectators gathered here to witness a game without prizes, bonuses, or even clear rules.
The business of the gas station at the foot of the mountain was booming like never before. A few part-time high school students stared straight at the world famous cars running up the mountain.
"Shop Manager, tonight's battle is not ordinary, it's quite different from the usual small fights..."
"Cut... a bunch of brats like to pretend to be drag racers, you just need to take care of your work." The forty-something store manager watched those sports cars pass by with a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes full of disdain, his heart Said: "Are these young people today only at this level..."
At about nine o'clock in the evening, the challenger of 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.
But the captain of this team is a Chinese. Even though he has dyed his hair blond at the moment, his yellow skin and black eyes will never change. The GT-R he drives is at the forefront, slowly heading up the mountain.
This road beast called Skyline, GT-R, and R35 is undoubtedly the most dazzling car in the group, not only because the owner painted it a blood-like dark red, but also because the team captain only 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 of victory.
When the car drove past the entrance of the gas station, the store manager's eyes lit up, and he said in a low voice, "Is that so... It seems that tonight is not all fun."
"Manager, that's the GT-R. It's amazing. It's amazing just by looking at it! It would be great if I could sit in and drive it once!"
"That GT-R... is a drawn knife, a mindless, bloodthirsty beast, its engine growling as if eager to tear apart its prey tonight..."
The few part-time shop assistants obviously didn't understand what the store manager meant, they were still excitedly looking at the dizzying sports cars, and exclaimed a few times from time to time.
At this moment, the top of the mountain.
Song Wen looked at his watch. It was less than an hour before the start of the race, and the well-known teams all over the country sent their generals to help out.
Spider, Demon, Flying Dragon, Supersonic, and their REDMOON, these names that are well-known in the amateur racing world on weekdays, all gathered here today, abandoning all personal grievances, and jointly meet the challenge of the red death.
They gathered in groups of three or four, some were chatting with old friends, some were exchanging ideas with strangers, and more teams were doing the final inspection and adjustment of the contestants' cars. At this moment, Song Wen saw a familiar figure.
"Senior Xiaoxi, why are you here!?"
"Hehe, Xiao Song, in such a scene, as a senior, I have to come to cheer you on no matter what."
"So... will you participate?"
Xiao Xi still smiled: "I just came to watch the race, I have withdrawn and will not participate again." He paused here: "And... the notorious GT-R this time should be the Is it coming after you?"
"Well... This should be said to be Cheng Dongliang's battle of revenge. It has been two years since he was defeated by me that time and he disappeared. I didn't expect to appear in front of me again with such a posture..."
"Hehe, Song Wen, relax, even if he went to various parts of the world to hone his skills, he may not be invincible. Don't forget, you are REDMOON's trump card and also the captain."
"That's what happened after you, the former ace, left the team."
"Hahaha... At that time, you were a kid who had just finished his driver's license test. It was interesting to think about it now when you followed Erdangjia as an errand. By the way, why didn't you see Erdangjia and Lao Feng?" ?”
Song Wen picked up a cigarette: "It's been a while. After you left, Captain Feng asked me to replace him, and then he also retired. The second leader had a falling out with Old Feng because he didn't become the captain, and he also left soon. I joined the team." He took a sip and said: "But I saw them again a while ago, and it turned out that the two guys wanted to retire back then, so they just acted in a show, and now they have started a company together, which is considered a breakthrough Started a career."
Xiaoxi also sighed: "Really, hey... a lot of things really happened... It's hard to imagine that the rich young masters like Lao Feng and the Erdangjia have become self-reliant and promising young people. I can't match them." Not on them."
"What did Senior Xiaoxi do after he retired?"
"Me? Then I went to England for a few years and finished my studies. Recently, I have been busy helping my family take care of business, but I have always been concerned about the mountain road."
The two guys who were prematurely aging in their twenties spent a long time there feeling emotionally. This was an inevitable program for men to reunite after a long absence, until the arrival of the challenger drew their attention back.
"Here we come! Red Grim Reaper!" I don't know who shouted that first.
All eyes were attracted to the red Grim Reaper holding a gray scythe in his hand. The round team logo was a symbol of speed, and the most eye-catching Grim Reaper logo with a red scythe was printed on that GT. -R's windshield.
Cheng Dongliang got off the car and came straight to Song Wen. The aces of other teams seemed to be regarded as air by him.
"Song Wen, I have been waiting for this day for a long time."
Song Wen extinguished the cigarette: "I hope you are not disappointed."
Cheng Dongliang seemed full of confidence: "Why, is Meteor Xiaoxi going to play tonight? Is it for your younger generation?"
"I just came to watch the game, you guys catch up on the past slowly." Xiaoxi replied.
"Oh? According to the agreement, we will send six drivers to compete tonight, but if I read correctly, there are only five teams here, and only five drivers including you are preparing, so the sixth Who is he if he is not Xiaoxi?"
Song Wendao: "He doesn't belong to any team and hasn't come yet, but I believe he will definitely come."
"Huh... a secret weapon? I think all the domestic mountain runners are gathered here. You must also ask for help from abroad, right?"
"You'll know when he comes. Since you have a chance to win, why should you care so much? Does his absence make you feel uneasy?"
Cheng Dongliang snorted coldly, but just dropped a sentence: "You can continue to be so calm is not long."
Xiaoxi seemed to hear something from Song Wen's words. After Cheng Dongliang walked away, he asked, "Who is the sixth person you are talking about?"
Song Wen, who always showed his calmness, also showed a smile: "You also know this person, his name is Gu Chen."
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"Hey...it's almost ten o'clock, the game is about to start, I really want to see it."
"Yeah yeah, it's not something you see every day."
The store manager was so annoyed by these kids that his head ached: "Go, go, you little bastards, but this is considered an early departure, but you will have to deduct money."
"Thank you, store manager! Long live the store manager!" Accompanied by several cheers, the shop assistants got on their bicycles and rushed up the mountain without even caring about changing their clothes.
The store manager shook his head and sighed: "This is youth... The competition on the mountain is the most important thing for them at the moment."
"Oh! Boss, you are really insightful. Young people these days don't take their part-time job seriously, and I don't know what they are thinking." Suddenly a voice came from behind.
The store manager turned his head and saw a decadent face who seemed to have not slept for three days, and was pouring down the canned coffee he had just taken out of the vending machine.
"Brother...Actually, you are also here to watch the game..." The store manager's eyes were full of contempt.
"Oh? How did you see that?" Master Cat asked.
"Haha, I can smell the driver's smell."
Master Mao smiled and said, "Boss, you actually want to go and see it, why don't I take you up the mountain?" He said and pointed to the broken Honda behind him.
The store manager hesitated, "Hey... wait until I lock the door."
It seems that young people are not the only ones in this world who are enthusiastic, and middle-aged men are sometimes desperate to watch a race car.
five minutes later.
"Brother, has your car been modified?" The store manager sat in the passenger seat of Master Cat, which was the place Wang Xu would never want to sit in even if he died.
"Ah, it is most appropriate to say that it is freshly baked."
The store manager sat down and looked at it, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, "I said, brother, why have I never seen your dashboard before?"
Master Mao has already started the engine, and a very strange sound came, and the store manager frowned: "The sound of this engine is so strange..."
The store manager can be said to be a master of racing. He was also an amateur driver when he was young. Maybe his skills cannot be said to be at the pinnacle, but his theoretical knowledge is definitely not covered.
A terrible smile appeared on the corner of Master Mao's mouth: "Hey hey hey... Three days and three nights are worth it... This F-22 with a CE car..."