North American riot police: Start by arresting P. Diddy!

Chapter 201 Burning Down the End Island

"Bang bang bang bang—"

On the track, a series of brutal gunshots forcefully interrupted the roar of the car engines!

Bullets rained down on the front of the heavy truck chasing the GTR!

In the past, DK, protected by steel plates several tens of centimeters thick and multiple layers of bulletproof glass, would not have cared about these insignificant attacks when faced with a barrage of bullets.

Whether it's submachine gun, rifle, or machine gun bullets, it's almost impossible to penetrate the defenses of his heavy truck racing car in a short time.

Moreover, it wouldn't take long for the other party to fire their guns before his car could ram and run them over.

But this time...
Armor-piercing incendiary bomb

DK swallowed hard as he watched the large-caliber bullets leaving red-hot marks on the glass and steel plates.

It's important to know that his car's steel plate thickness and bulletproof glass toughness far surpass those of other race cars!
He didn't understand where Rorschach got the anti-material sniper rifle, nor did he understand why this guy had so many armor-piercing incendiary rounds.

What he found most incomprehensible was—

“Bang bang bang!!!”

Rorschach continued to hold the Barrett at the front, repeatedly pulling the trigger.

The heavy sniper rifle, which could only fire single shots, was now spitting fire from its muzzle, with a bullet rate of fire just like a submachine gun!
"Holy crap! This madman even modified his gun?!"

The cop's face turned ashen, his voice trembling: "Boss! A few more shots and we're done for!"

"Shut up! I'm not blind!"

DK stared at the battered, blackened windows, gritting his teeth as he considered whether to slow down and back up first.

The problem is that Dom's Dodgers are right behind him!

Moreover, both cars have already completed the first lap...

If that bald guy triggers the "weapon well cover" first, I will be attacked from both sides and die even faster!

"Boss! Look ahead!" the underling suddenly shouted with ecstasy.

DK suddenly looked up and saw a bright red flame symbol on the manhole cover in front of him!

Flamethrower!
"Fuck you! It's my turn to turn the tables!!"

DK grinned savagely, shoved the gear lever hard, and floored the accelerator in an instant!
At that moment, in the GTR, Rorschach was leisurely pulling out the empty magazine and reloading with new bullets.

Using the [Overload Tyrant] skill with a heavy sniper rifle is indeed very satisfying, but the problem is that the magazine is only so big. Once the rate of fire is increased, it's almost as if a dozen bullets are emptied in the blink of an eye.

"Looks like I'll have to get Clyde to design an extended magazine for me."

Rorschach muttered something, loaded his cigar with bullets, flicked off the ash, and adopted a composed demeanor, as if victory was already in his grasp.

However, at that moment, Case, who was driving, suddenly screamed in terror.

"Rorschach is finished! We're doomed!"

Luo Xia turned his head and glared at her impatiently.

This girl has been acting all crazy since the start of the race. If it weren't for her really good driving skills, she would be completely useless.

But when his gaze followed Case's trembling fingers, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Two hundred meters ahead, a metal manhole cover was strangely raised a few centimeters, with a conspicuous flamethrower symbol flashing red on it.

"Focus on driving," Luo Xia commanded in a deep voice.

"How am I supposed to concentrate?! That's a flamethrower!" Case was practically going crazy.

She was secretly delighted when she was assigned to Rorschach's car, after all, being able to race alongside the world's most wanted criminal was a dream opportunity for her, who was always looking for thrills.

But reality hit her hard; this legendary ruthless character couldn't even start the car properly and was a complete racing idiot!
Now she only feels that she is getting closer and closer to death.

Engines roared, and smoke filled the air.

Case pushed the GTR's performance to its limits, the modified turbocharger emitted a sharp "whoosh" sound, and the car drew a perfect arc in the corner.

The GTR ran over the weapon hydrant cover first, but since they hadn't completed the first lap, the weapon system inside the vehicle didn't react.

A few seconds later, DK's heavy truck arrived and its front wheels slammed into the manhole cover.

"Ding--"

Inside the truck cab, the flamethrower's start button instantly lit up red.

A cruel smile spread across DK's greasy face: "It's my turn to perform, Rorschach!"

In an instant, a blazing tongue of fire shot out from the truck's front bumper, like an enraged fire dragon lunging at the rear of the GTR.

Before the flames even touched him, Rorschach could smell the strong, pungent odor of a mixture of gasoline and chemical accelerants.

M202 FLASH!

This model immediately flashed into Rorschach's mind.

The quadruple rocket-propelled flamethrower has a range of over 200 meters and uses deadly napalm warheads.

This is a deadly weapon that the US military developed specifically for jungle warfare during the War of Resistance Against Japan!
A wave of heat hit him, and Rorschach's pupils constricted as he quickly retreated back into the car.

The splattering flames grazed his shoulder, instantly charring the edge of his prison uniform, where the napalm was still burning fiercely.

Without hesitation, Rorschach ripped off his burning shirt, revealing his well-defined upper body muscles.

"What the hell."

He looked down at Case in surprise and asked, "This triggering mechanism is really damn easy to use, is it pressure-sensitive or radio-based?"

"I don't know, it could be pressure-sensitive, or it could be remotely controlled."

Case stared intently at the track ahead, muttered a few words to himself, and then raised his voice to shout, "Now is not the time to focus on this! If our race car continues to be roasted by these flames, it won't be long before it breaks down due to the overheating of its parts!"

"Don't worry, those who love to play with fire will eventually get burned."

Rorschach replied casually, then leaned out again, his heavy Barrett magazine fully loaded with armor-piercing incendiary rounds.

DK's flamethrower charged up again, flames dancing wildly, but Rorschach did not back down.

He pulled the trigger, braving the heatwave—

boom! boom! boom!
Three armor-piercing incendiary rounds tore through the air!
The first shot hit the tire, forcing the opponent's car to shake. Flames shot towards the side of the track, burning more than a dozen prisoners who were watching into flames!

"Ahhh!"

Heart-wrenching screams erupted, and these guys became the first victims of today's competition.

The second shot hit the flamethrower's fuel line with pinpoint accuracy, instantly triggering a small explosion. The truck's cab shook violently, billowing black smoke!

The third shot blasted through the already cracked bulletproof glass and directly into the driver's cab, forcing DK to jerk the steering wheel, causing the heavy truck to shake violently.

"Brake!" Rorschach roared. Although Case didn't understand why he needed to brake suddenly, he obeyed the order and immediately pulled the handbrake and stepped on the brakes!

"Thorn-"

The GTR instantly drifted on the spot!
The tires screeched as they rubbed against the track surface, and the smell of burning rubber filled the air!
Luo Xia followed up by slamming on the car door, and using the momentum from Case's drift, he leaped out like a cheetah, landing precisely on the roof of the heavy truck.

The steel trembled beneath his boots, while below, the roar of the DK engine mingled with the howl of a heavy truck engine.

The two black men inside the car seemed to understand the situation and frantically turned the steering wheel, shaking the car violently from side to side, trying to throw Luo Xia off.

But Rorschach's feet seemed nailed to the roof of the car, and apart from his hair, not a single part of his body moved!

He first glanced around at the prisoners and drones watching, then looked at the black Dodge that was only a dozen meters away from the heavy truck, keeping a close distance.

Dom in the car was stunned. Even with his many years of underground racing experience, this was the first time he had ever seen such an outrageous racing style.

DK, who was once invincible in the Death Race with his driving skills and madness, was pushed to the brink by Rorschach after just one lap this time.

Rorschach smiled at the bald man, then without hesitation lowered the muzzle of his Barrett rifle, aiming it at the roof of the car—

boom!
boom! !

boom! ! !
The armor-piercing projectile tore through the steel plate, and a gaping hole was ripped open in the roof of the vehicle.

Rorschach leaped and plunged into the driver's seat.

The drone camera could only capture the flashes of fire and violent shaking inside the heavy truck, followed by several muffled sounds of hand-to-hand combat and the cracking of bones.
The expressions of everyone watching the live stream turned serious; no one knew what was happening inside the cabin.

Manhattan, New York.

Inside a hotel in mainland China.

A Middle Eastern man, dressed in a suit but with a white turban on his head, was sitting in the VIP room watching a large screen that covered the entire wall in front of him.

When he saw Rorschach jump from the roof into the cabin, the man finally found a moment to rest his eyes and took a deep drag on his cigar.

The person standing beside him serving him was none other than Winston, the manager of the Continental Hotel.

At this moment, the highest-ranking official of the High Table in New York stood respectfully to the side, bowing slightly, carefully serving this rare guest.

And standing opposite him was a woman.

A woman with a supermodel-like figure, short black hair, and wearing a dark business suit.

When Winston glanced at the other person, there was an undisguised fear in his eyes.

The reason for this visit to New York was simply because the other party was the "judge" at the High Table. This visit was specifically to verify whether Winston had fulfilled his duties as a hotel manager and why he had allowed multiple people to break the rules of the mainland hotel in one day.

"Guess what the scene is like inside the cabin right now?" the turbaned man asked with interest, waving his cigar.

Upon hearing the other party speak, both Winston and the buzz-cut woman quickly bowed slightly and replied respectfully:

"With Luo Xia's strength, he probably would have already snapped the heads off those two black guys, and he's currently figuring out how to control this heavy truck."

“That’s right, Elder. You will definitely make back your $100 million bet this time, with a profit.”

Winston and the buzz-cut woman, who had been at odds for the past few days, reached a consensus at this moment.

However, this is indeed the case. The high-ranking members of the High Table are very clear about Luo Xia's strength. Apart from those who are learning about Luo Xia for the first time, probably no one would think that Luo Xia would die in this so-called "death race".

Upon hearing this, the elder shrugged, and just as he was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed, and he stared at the screen in front of him with renewed interest.

Two mangled corpses were thrown from the driver's seat and crashed heavily onto the track!

The next second, the heavy truck's tires mercilessly crushed him, and blood and dust mingled together!
Immediately afterward, to everyone's astonishment, the heavy truck performed a sideways drift and blocked the narrow track!
The convoy speeding behind was forced to brake suddenly!

At the very front, Dom Toretto's Dodge Challenger suddenly drifted, the car swayed sideways, and came to a steady stop.

He quickly rolled down the car window, frowned at Luo Xia, his eyes full of doubt and wariness: "What are you doing, Luo Xia?! Now that we've taken down DK, we have the advantage! I can win the game right away!"

"Contest?"

Luo Xia tilted his head and glanced at him, blinking in confusion: "What competition?"

Dom hesitated, as if he understood something.

Luo Xia smiled at the bald man, then raised the heavy sniper rifle with one hand, aiming the muzzle at the racing cars that were still approaching at high speed behind them.

Although these vehicles completed the first lap, none of them triggered the weapon manhole cover.

They are now sitting ducks.

boom!
The first shot caused the right front tire of the foremost Ford Mustang to burst instantly, causing the car to lose control, roll over, and crash into the guardrail, turning into a fireball.

boom!
The second shot pierced the bulletproof glass of a Chevrolet Camaro, and the driver's head exploded like a watermelon. The car veered and crashed into the onlookers, prisoners.

boom! boom! boom!
Rorschach's sniping rhythm is cold and precise, with every bullet aimed straight for vital organs—engine, fuel tank, cockpit!

Despite being fitted with steel plates for protection, these vehicles were still as fragile as paper toys in the face of armor-piercing incendiary bombs.

A modified muscle car tried to go around it, but Rorschach slightly turned his gun!
boom!
The bullet pierced the fuel tank, and the entire vehicle was launched into the air in the explosion. Debris tumbled past Rorschach's head, and hot metal fragments flew everywhere, but he didn't even blink. He simply calmly pulled back the bolt and continued aiming at the next vehicle.

"A madman! This guy is a fucking madman!" Behind the drone's camera, countless viewers watching the live stream had the same thought.

Suddenly, a monster-level race car equipped with four turbocharged engines roared towards them. The driver was clearly going all out, taking bullets with him. Sparks flew from the hood, but the car did not slow down at all and crashed straight into Luo Xia!

"Die!!" the driver roared, flooring the accelerator.

Rorschach stood still, motionless, until the race car was only five meters away from him—

boom!
In the nick of time, Luo Xia leaped up, his body flipping through the air. The race car whizzed past, barely grazing the soles of his boots, and then—

"Bang!!!"

The out-of-control race car crashed violently into the heavy truck that was blocking the track, instantly turning into a huge fireball. The shockwave from the explosion even overturned two nearby race cars that were trying to avoid it.

The drone footage captured this stunning moment!
Luo Xia landed steadily, with the burning wreckage behind him. He simply blew the gunpowder smoke off the barrel of his gun indifferently, as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than a warm-up.

"The rules of the game have changed."

He muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the surviving drivers still watching ahead, finally settling on the window of a building not far away.

Rorschach grinned at the Hennessy shop by the window, his lips clearly forming the words:
"Now is my hunting time!"

Hennessy, who had been so composed, suddenly trembled. She shouted at the prison guards and mercenaries around her, "Grab your weapons! Get to the racetrack now! We can't let that bastard Rorschach ruin my race! And..."

Boom! ! !
Suddenly, a series of violent explosions interrupted her from issuing commands.

Hennessy quickly turned to look out the window, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Flames shot into the sky from the walls surrounding the prison, the explosions illuminating half the sky!

"Fuck. That damn terrorist actually planted a bomb!"

(End of this chapter)