Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 101, page 039: Chaos in the Streets and Alleys

"scold--"

The sound of tires skidding echoed across the highway as a black sedan was relentlessly pursued by a blue Maserati. In the end, it was squeezed into the median strip during the race and, like a drunken black iron beast, mindlessly gnawed at the tree bark.

The victorious Maserati sped away, leaving the Qingtian Gang members behind, who were eating car dust as soon as they got out of the car and coughing incessantly.

Fujiwara Chizuru then gave up, reopened the location services, and said, "Help me import the tracking program."

Jealousy finally managed to sheath his knife, then pulled a USB drive from his pocket and said, "The code is in here. Install it yourself."

Without saying a word, Fujiwara Chizuru immediately began to lock onto Seki Shinichi's location using the tracking device.

On the projected screen, horizontal lines represent various roads and streets, and the light spots are still moving, approximately a few kilometers away from their current location.

"Near Hachiri-cho." Fujiwara Chizuru immediately shifted gears, quickly turned the steering wheel, and sped off with a burst of speed.

The dragon horse was in a panic, and as the Maserati cheered, his wailing trailed off for a long time.

"what--"

Like a beast unleashed from its cage, the Maserati remained spirited even after the collision, its two headlights shining brighter as it sped into the night like a shooting star.

“The other car is heading away from the city center, towards the suburbs,” Fujiwara said. “Have you heard anything about what they’re doing in the suburbs?”

"No." Jealousy held his beloved knife in his right hand.

Fujiwara Chizuru frowned. So it seems there really might be something fishy going on.

"You suspect it's a trap?" Jealousy asked, sensing Fujiwara's silence.

"Hmm." Fujiwara Chizuru drove around the bend, and the buildings in front of her became increasingly sparse, with the occasional shops already preparing to close.

“This really doesn’t look like a base.” Fujiwara Chizuru slowed down warily, keeping her distance from the moving light.

Greed asked, "Should we continue the pursuit?"

"Let me think." Countless possibilities flashed through Fujiwara Chizuru's mind. Continuing to pursue would only alert the enemy and yield little benefit; advancing rashly might even lead to an ambush. Retreating or returning to reinforce Arrogance, however, would ensure a certain level of safety.

Thinking of this, she made a quick decision and said, "Let's go back."

As the car entered a suburban residential area, dense power lines stretched low over the utility poles on both sides, making the streets quiet in the night. Vending machines flickered their lights intermittently, and occasionally the clatter of a bicycle falling over could be heard.

Fujiwara Chizuru slowed down, cautiously looking for space to turn around, as if taking a walk after dinner.

"Make a U-turn at the intersection ahead."

The navigation assistant provided a timely reminder.

Ahead was a crossroads, and there was indeed enough space for the car to drive out of this narrow alley.

On the roadside wall, a cat shuffled along, and as soon as the car lights flashed by, it darted into the trees in the courtyard, rustling softly.

"It's so quiet here," Ryoma remarked as he watched the frightened cat leave.

Upon hearing this, Fujiwara Chizuru frowned sharply.

Indeed, it's only nine o'clock, and everything is too quiet. There aren't even any pedestrians at the intersection ahead.

A thought flashed through her mind, and she immediately shifted the car into reverse, saying, "Sit tight!"

"mu--"

The Maserati's red needle swerved sharply to the right, and the blue body stopped moving forward and rolled straight backward.

At this moment, as if sensing Fujiwara Chizuru's intentions, the surroundings suddenly became restless.

"Om-"

"Gulu——"

"Dududu-"

The engines of various non-motorized vehicles roared to life, and two lines of motorcycles surged out from both sides of the intersection. They wore black helmets, obscuring their faces, but they came on strong and were all carrying cutting tools.

Fujiwara Chizuru's expression tightened, and she stepped on the reverse gear again with her right foot, increasing the speed even further.

“There are also on both sides!”

You Donglongma saw two motorcycles appear one after another on the walls on both sides. Their huge wheels slammed against the walls as if they were flat ground. The key was that they were very fast. Even if there were gaps between the walls, they could use their speed to quickly jump onto other buildings.

"rock--"

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned when I was backing up. All the bicycles parked on the left were pushed over, and the vending machine on the other side was also unplugged and kicked over.

Seeing the overturned vending machine thud in the rearview mirror, Fujiwara Chizuru, with a fierce streak in her bones, gritted her teeth and accelerated, determined to rush over the obstacle.

In a flash, two motorcycles speeding along the wall reached the end of the enclosure. The riders suddenly pulled up the front of their motorcycles, and for a moment they obscured the moon in the night sky, like a raging Tyrannosaurus Rex roaring as it swooped down.

If Chizuru Fujiwara continues to back up, their heavy tires will crush the roof of the car like the giant paws of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

With his escape route blocked, Fujiwara Chizuru had no choice but to slam on the brakes. The sudden stop while reversing pushed everyone back into their seats.

The dragon-horse cried out in alarm, "Ahead! Ahead!"

Jealousy, sitting quietly, unable to see and inside the car, was of no help before the fight broke out.

Fujiwara Chizuru also noticed that the riders at the crossroads had picked up blunt weapons, were blowing fancy horns, and were charging towards them.

"Boom-boom-"

The two motorcycles that had been launched into the air crashed to the ground, but Fujiwara slowed down and moved aside. Even so, they were only half a meter away from the taillights.

The car slowed down but didn't stop abruptly. Instead, it continued its descent with a thud, crashing into the motorcycle that was suddenly appearing from mid-air, knocking both rider and scooter off course. Another car managed to swerve in time, avoiding the brutal collision. He braced himself with his feet and retrieved a wrench from his vehicle.

Before the other party could react, Fujiwara Chizuru immediately shifted gears, started in first gear, and drove forward. The blue sports car nimbly lurched forward, once again dodging the wrench swung out from behind the car.

When the dragon horse turned its head, you could see the rider behind the vehicle angrily stomping on the ground, trying to start the vehicle again.

Meanwhile, the rider ahead was getting closer and closer through the windshield.

Under double pressure, Fujiwara Chizuru remained expressionless and stepped on the gas, crashing into the speeding man on the right.

The other driver was clearly taken aback. When he saw the Maserati looking menacing, its headlights blazing angrily, like a blue metal behemoth hurtling towards him, he abandoned his car without a second thought, jumped over it, and dove out, only to crash into the convoy on the other side. He stumbled and lost his balance, veering off the road.

Fujiwara Chizuru really doesn't slow down!

The black motorcycle ahead, which had lost its driver, was hit and its front end tilted to one side, like a boxer who had been punched in the head in a boxing ring and was involuntarily blasted away.

"Snapped--"

"boom--"

Seeing the blue Maserati's aggressive demeanor, the other party threw out their tools, which smashed against the car body and windows, creating a deafening banging sound.

"Is this ever going to end?!" The orange-red streetlights reflected on Fujiwara Chizuru's glasses, like flames leaping from the depths of her eyes.

Unfazed, she shifted gears and drove off, the red needle darting right and up until the engine roared, ready to charge through the intersection against the harsh road.

Just as she was about to reach the wide section of road, the beeping sounds around her suddenly became intense, like a death knell.

"Be careful of explosions!"

Jealousy roared.

"boom--"

In an instant, it was as bright as day.

Viewed from the night sky, the intersection resembles a grid destroyed by a bomber, with surging sparks engulfing all four intersections of the block.

Many of the racers who couldn't escape in time were engulfed by the raging flames and swallowed by the fire. Only a few on the periphery managed to wrestle and crawl out of the inferno.

Amidst the black smoke, motorcycle parts tumbled and rolled across the ground.

P.S.: The word count for this book when it's published is around 35 words (whispering).

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(End of this chapter)