Speed ​​God

Chapter 76 Extreme Operation
A mix of nervousness and excitement, adrenaline surging wildly, leaving me with a dry mouth, sweaty palms, and even trembling knees.

All his physiological reactions were sending signals to remind Lu Zhizhou that this was the first time in his life that he had stepped onto a formal track to participate in a formal competition and to pursue Lu Cheng's dream.

The heatwave was intense, the engines roared, and the whole world was shrouded in a hazy glow, like an Impressionist painting. Only colors flowed in the field of vision. Inside the car, you were completely surrounded by the heat and noise. In a daze, the race car seemed to transform into a ball of flame, burning.

Lu Zhizhou didn't try to control himself, but let himself immerse himself in the surging emotions, whether it was tension or excitement, to feel and experience it.

Slowly, slowly, the nerve endings seemed to be able to sense every detail of the race car: the steering wheel, brakes, accelerator, seat, helmet, and so on. The soul merged into it, perceiving the slightest vibration in every corner, which evolved into an extension of the body, and could even touch the track.

Scalding hot, burning.

Then, I opened my eyes, but instead of staring intently at the traffic lights, I activated my five senses and opened my pores, using my body as a medium to perceive changes in the air.

In a state of tension and excitement, all senses are heightened to the extreme.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Red lights, all on.

My breath hitched slightly, and in an instant, a conditioned reflex coursed through my nerves, like an electric current.

The instant all the red lights went out, race car number two transformed into a streak of light and sped away, its long trail of air tearing through the billowing heat.

A loud explosion!

A 0.23-second start-up reaction time, perfect coordination of throttle and clutch –

In the stands, Matteo was completely stunned.

From an outsider's perspective, he now finally understands how Lu Zhizhou managed to suppress him from the very beginning that night in Rome.

Before him were all GP3 standard cars, with the same configuration and engine, but this was just the starting line, and Lu Zhizhou seemed to have already pulled ahead by a car length.

And before they could even blink, the gap had already widened further.

On the long straightaway, reaction time and starting acceleration are everything. Engine power is pushed to the limit. There are no fancy tricks or skills; it's all about raw strength.

Han Shilong was fully aware of this.

Therefore, he kept observing and anticipating, observing Lu Zhizhou's position and the positions and dynamics of Russell and Bokola in the rearview mirror.

If he wants to overtake and establish an advantage at the start and in the early stages, he needs to control the overall situation.

However, distracting thoughts became an obstacle.

At the moment of starting, Han Shilong realized his mistake immediately, even though his reaction speed was only a fraction of a second slower. A delay of 0.1 seconds, or even just 0.01 seconds, caused the race car to surge forward on his right.

A ride to the dust.

Although they are all ART team cars, the parameter settings of different drivers are different.

Han Shilong's pride and self-respect did not allow him to engage in any underhanded tactics, so he did not inquire about Lu Zhizhou's parameters. At this moment, he could not understand what was going on with that baby. It pushed its speed to the limit on the straightaway, floored the throttle, and took off at full speed, creating a gap in milliseconds.

For a brief moment, Han Shilong looked at the chasm between the front of his car and the rear of Lu Zhizhou's car, which seemed like an insurmountable barrier.

However, there was no time for regret or frustration.

Han Shilong, leveraging his experience, floored the accelerator while simultaneously observing Lu Zhizhou's driving lanes.

That guy, true to form, didn't cut to the outside or block the inside; he just ran straight, showing absolutely no awareness or pressure on his opponent at the start. Well then, he wouldn't hold back.

Han Shilong made a decisive move. He planned to use the gap behind Lu Zhizhou's car to cut in laterally, ahead of Russell and Bokolaci, and cut into the inside line. He would brake extremely late to take the apex of the corner and rely on the advantage of his car's cornering rhythm to smooth out the disadvantage and turn the tide in the first and second S-curves.

That baby was still too immature.

However, at that moment, a red jet emerged from the wake in the rearview mirror, its speed instantly increasing, and it forcefully overtook the center line.

Han Shilong: ? ? ?

Without giving Han Shilong any time to react, Russell caught up, overtook, and blocked the lane in one smooth motion, taking the lead in the driving lane.

Han Shilong was immediately blocked!
Because Russell wasn't planning to take the inside line, he intended to take the outside line at Turn 1, aiming to use his rhythm in the corner to take the inside line at Turn 2.

Seeing Russell blocking his right side like a wall, effectively thwarting his strategy, Han Shilong felt a lump in his throat, unable to spit it out.

Ahead, Lu Zhizhou immediately noticed the congestion in his left rearview mirror. Two red and black race cars were neck and neck, relentlessly pursuing each other. Russell's start was clearly superior, instantly turning the tide and shifting the direct threat from Han Shilong to Russell.

But Lu Zhizhou didn't have time to block Russell's lane, because he noticed a white light lurking behind the car.

Bokolać, the number three position.

The only "alien" in the first two rows of the starting position today, that white figure was particularly eye-catching, and Lu Zhizhou had been paying attention to this unfamiliar assassin.

Sure enough, Bokolaci's start was very smart. He didn't aim for other lines, but prepared to suck in the wake from the beginning and stick to Lu Zhizhou.

On the surface, Bokolać wasn't as eye-catching as Russell, and he dutifully stuck to his course.

In fact, the faster Lu Zhizhou went, the faster Bokolaqi went, and effortlessly gained a power advantage on the straightaway.

Bokolaci remained calm throughout. Even after Russell broke free of the slipstream and cut into the center line to overtake, he didn't panic. He patiently waited for Lu Zhizhou and Russell to lower their guard. Just as Turn 1 was approaching, he had already taken the lead over Russell and decisively broke free of the slipstream.

Incision.

Bokolaci paid no attention to the middle lane; his focus was entirely on Lu Zhizhou's right and inside lanes, intending to dominate the inside lane.

Bokolaqi believed that his infiltration and patience would create an opportunity to catch Lu Zhizhou off guard.

but--

"What the hell! What's going on?!"

Bokolaci had already blocked the inside and was about to enter Turn 1 when he noticed that Lu Zhizhou hadn't braked yet. It was as if he had forgotten to turn the steering wheel because he was going too fast on the straight. It wasn't even understeer; he was just scared off by the extreme speed on the straight.

Bokolaci didn't understand what was going on. After all, he knew absolutely nothing about the second driver—his style, personality, and type were all blank.

Then, Bokolaqi stared in disbelief at Lu Zhizhou, who had brazenly braked at the edge of the cliff, making the most of his straightaway advantage. Incredibly, he used his speed to take the lead and completely hold the apex of the bend. His steering and throttle were perfectly coordinated, as if he were standing on the edge of a knife and doing a 720-degree whip spin. With a flick of his tail, he glided into the second bend along the S-curve like a fish swimming in shallow water.

Everything was just right, perfectly positioned. Even though the Bokola was positioned on the inside, it still couldn't get into the lane, and only its taillights flashed briefly.

With the gate closed, Bokolachi was now trapped behind Lu Zhizhou, his route completely blocked.

However, Lu Zhizhou's attention had already shifted from Bokolachi to Russell and Han Shilong in the left rearview mirror.

Russell felt a tightness in his throat; he realized he was being watched.

　This is the fourth update today. The countdown to the new book launch is on! Thank you so much for your continued support, everyone!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)