Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 454 True Speed ​​of Life and Death

However, while he claimed he planned to buy the much-hyped Golden Iron Pot directly, Lu Chongming couldn't even afford a single main cannon, let alone an entire spaceship.

We'll have to talk about that later.

After chatting with Lu Chongming, Zheng Fan planned to go out. He originally said that he didn't need to trouble Lu Chongming, but while Zheng Fan didn't want to trouble Lu Chongming, Lu Chongming was afraid that Zheng Fan would trouble his other colleagues. So he didn't rest for long and went out with Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan rode the Black Sparrow Motorcycle—based on the Batmobile design, with slight modifications to the paint job, and finally, a round sparrow head was added to the front of the motorcycle.

Lu Chongming no longer complains that Zheng Fan insists on creating conspicuous and bizarre creations in certain places.

That would only make him feel mentally exhausted.

Zheng Fan didn't plan to give him a ride, but luckily Lu Chongming had his own car after arriving here—a white local luxury car from Dadu, also a gift from Xiao Zhao and the others. Actually, he also had a motorcycle provided by the bureau, but that was for official duties; in private, he preferred his own car.

The long-awaited nighttime street racing in Xinjiang reminded Zheng Fan of the days when he transformed into a Batmobile for Jiang Si to ride.

The roads in Jiangwen Street have been largely rebuilt, although many sections are still under construction. Urban reconstruction has led to a redesign of the roads, and the roads in Jiangwen Street are now very wide and flat.

As he sped along, the cold winter wind blew through the air, and the rare solitude brought Zheng Fan a sense of tranquility.

The night view before him and around him, which he had gradually forgotten, was not as bustling as it used to be, but it made this moment all the more precious. The geographical location of Jiangwen Street meant that no matter how much damage it suffered, it would eventually be rebuilt. In a few months, everything around it would probably be back to normal, returning to the brightly lit city that never sleeps.

Now, this darkness, with its scattered lights adorning the curtain like a night sky spread across the earth, creates a wondrous feeling that will only last for such a brief moment.

buzz-

Unfortunately, the nights on Jiangwen Street these days don't offer much time for relaxation. The roar of an engine suddenly shattered Zheng Fangan's rising mood.

Looking to the side, he found himself surrounded by a convoy.

All of them were obviously modified vehicles, unlike the exquisite motorcycles that Qian Lin, a rich young master, had before. The modifications were rough, and the appearance was quite old.

The white car driving alongside Zheng Fan on his right rolled down its window, and the man in the driver's seat gave Zheng Fan a universally recognized "friendly gesture": "Dare to drive like this on this road? You really don't take us seriously!"

No, what's wrong with these people?
Zheng Fan's phone rang. It was Lu Chongming, who was following behind, calling after realizing something was wrong.

"They're from the 'Roller Gang'! A notorious gang that's been giving the authorities a real headache lately on Jiangwen Street. They don't do anything else illegal, they just love causing all sorts of accidents on the road and disrupting traffic! Then they just drive off in their vehicles, which they've somehow modified!"

"So I got into trouble with them because I was driving a little too fast?" As expected of Jiangwen Street these days, there are all kinds of people here, even gangs like this have emerged.

"Yes, any car that's moving relatively fast within their field of vision will be targeted by them!"

"interesting."

"Mr. Illusion, be careful..."

"Who are you telling to be careful?"

"Uh... be careful not to make too much of a mess on the road."

Zheng hung up the phone, then immediately made a friendly gesture with his other hand and laughed, "Want to have a go?"

"Hahaha, you think you can compare with that bird's head?" Laughter erupted from the surroundings.

"Then it's settled." Zheng Fan waved his hand, as if nothing had happened in their eyes. Just as they were about to joke, they heard Zheng Fan continue to laugh, "If I leave you 500 meters behind, you'll lose your head. I'll play with you for 20 minutes."

As soon as he finished speaking, he twisted the handlebars, and the black sparrow suddenly let out a sharp, strange cry. Its two eyes lit up and emitted a beam of white light. The wheels spun, kicking up a cloud of dust as it sped forward.

The others were startled by the sudden acceleration, and immediately became furious, flooring the accelerator and giving chase.

Seeing this, Lu Chongming couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. He stepped on the gas and chased after them. Fortunately, his car was also top-notch. Xiao Zhao and the others probably had long anticipated that this day would come in Jiangwen Street, and today they finally put it to good use.

He also sent a message to the processing bureau well in advance.

The Roller Gang is not simple; according to internal calculations by the Bureau of Investigation, there may be a system owner within it.

Otherwise, it would be quite strange if such advanced and mass-produced vehicle modification technology were used for such childish things. And if any of these people do anything unusual or unclear about their purpose during this period, they can basically be suspected of being the system owner.

There were quite a few vehicles on the highway at night in Jiangwen Street. Zheng Fan's advantage on his motorcycle was obvious. He nimbly weaved between the vehicles, leaving the riders of the Roller Gang in a mouthful of exhaust fumes.

Just as they were about to use a brutal method to crush it... Bang!
A loud crash suddenly came from behind them. They knew without even looking that someone had been in a car accident, as they were often the ones causing traffic accidents.

This kind of sound is produced when there is a collision at high speed.

They glanced instinctively in the rearview mirror and discovered it was one of their accomplices.

"What's going on? Why did it suddenly go out of control on the main road?" the lead white car asked, puzzled.

A voice came through the vehicle's internal communication system: "It's 500 meters!"

"What five hundred... What did you say?!" The driver of the white car didn't take it seriously at first, but he hadn't forgotten what Zheng Fan had just said in a provocative manner.

If you're pulled 500 meters away, you'll lose your head...

The motorcycle in front of us is starting to shrink!

"Brother Chen, my neck... ugh—!"

boom!
Another car from their convoy overturned behind them! This time, those who were paying close attention glanced into the car the moment the other person uttered their last words.

He really lost his head.

Because he was pulled 500 meters away, his neck suddenly broke without warning. After he died, it was only natural that the vehicle traveling at high speed would suffer a serious loss of control.

"Chase!"

The situation has changed; they are no longer chasing prey, but fleeing the shadow of death!
Lu Chongming, who was behind, took in both accidents and sighed, "Well, thankfully there aren't too many cars at this time. This method is already considered gentle."

At a few intersections ahead, several officers on white motorcycles and a white vehicle with black stripes suddenly appeared.

"Captain Lu, we've arrived!"

"Follow behind them and keep an eye on the condition of the Roller Gang's vehicles. If they get out of control, try to prevent them from affecting civilian vehicles," Lu Chongming calmly assessed and instructed.

"Yes!" The chase was tense, and after the men responded and carried out the order, they asked, "This is the Rolling Wheel Gang. What happened to them?"

"I've provoked something that seems terrifying." Lu Chongming could only give a vague answer; he couldn't very well say that he knew the person at the very front who had initiated the life-or-death speed race.

This network of relationships is hard to erase; the only option is to pretend we don't know each other.

He had a sudden inspiration and said, "Isn't there an urban legend in Jiangwen Street not long ago? The Dark Knight appears in the middle of the night, and if you lose a match against it, you will be shredded."

"This kind of thing must be a lie." Some people instinctively didn't believe it. How could there be an urban legend with such bizarre behavior logic? It's only slightly better than a piece of toast that bites.

“There really are.” The old members who were there before the earthquake said quietly.

The chat channel fell silent as everyone quietly continued chasing the car.

The reason why the Roller Gang is so rampant is that, in addition to their generally excellent driving skills, their specially modified vehicles can achieve terrifying speeds, and their body armor is enhanced when they are speeding. These factors work together, and every time the convoy goes out in full force, it is difficult for the authorities to send out enough skilled personnel to keep up with them.

Who would have thought that dealing with supernatural criminals every day would suddenly require driving skills?

The situation regarding the Roller Gang is neither good nor bad, and the bureau can only mobilize a limited number of personnel for them, especially considering that Jiangwen Street is currently short of manpower everywhere.

You should really contact the police for this. There's nothing shameful about it; car chases are commonplace for the police.

Within the short time it took to exchange a few words inside the bureau, a series of people in the Rolling Wheel Gang's convoy fell behind and turned around.

Once people realize that falling behind means certain death, some people's mentality simply cannot hold up, and they quickly become victims.

They knew their crimes weren't serious, and even if they were caught by the authorities, they would just surrender and it wouldn't be life-threatening. This was one of the reasons why they acted so recklessly.

But failing to drive it would mean death—something these Roller Gang members clearly never even dreamed of.

The figure in black at the farthest distance, his clothes billowing wildly as he sped along on his motorcycle, made the shadows of the buildings passing by on both sides of the road look like the sharp fangs of a black monster extending from his body.

Greedy eyes came from the shadows all around, waiting for the moment they would relax and fall behind.

(End of this chapter)