A live stream of someone hand-making a giant white robot attracted the attention of the government,

Day 29, 4 AM.

Inside the main factory building of Zhejiang Zhufeng Automobile Factory.

Bai Che released the high-frequency plasma welding gun from his hand and removed his protective mask.

His handsome face was smeared with engine oil, but his eyes revealed an almost morbid excitement.

Before him lay a colossal black beast, silently prostrate.

It doesn't have the exaggerated rear wing of traditional supercars; instead, its entire body is covered with a semi-matte carbon-acetylene composite material.

The light shining on the car body seemed to be swallowed by some invisible force, creating a deep, black hole-like feeling.

"Phantom".

Bai Che read the name aloud.

This is the ultimate fusion of the violent core of the Batmobile in "The Dark Knight" and the streamlined aesthetics of the Audi RSQ in "I, Robot".

With the support of the system's "industrial mother machine" module, those discarded CNC machine tools were forcibly improved in three dimensions of precision before this work of art was created.

[Ding! Vehicle "Phantom" accuracy: 98%.]

[System notification: Due to material limitations, the power source has been simplified from the arc reactor to a "high-energy solid-state plasma battery pack".]

[Task Reward: Full version of autonomous driving algorithm (Level 5), fluid dynamics optimization scheme.]

Bai Che ignored the system notification.

He walked to a corner of the factory, turned on the water, wiped his face haphazardly, and then dialed the number pinned to the top of the screen.

"Mr. Su, bring the tow truck and come pick me up."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

She slept very little that month.

She rented an entire estate near the Nürburgring racetrack, withstanding criticism and questioning from the global media.

She kept waiting, waiting for this man to come out of seclusion.

……

Three days later. Nürburgring, Germany.

This 22.8-kilometer-long "green hell" was completely surrounded by crowds today.

The Bavarian Dynamics logo flashed wildly on both sides of the track.

Hans von Edgar was dressed in a sophisticated racing suit, standing next to Michael Schumacher, the ace driver who won the Nürburgring Nordschleife lap record three times in a row.

On their opposite side, Bavaria Power had prepared several top-of-the-line GT race cars, their engines roaring incessantly.

"Miss Su, where is your 'genius'?" Hans asked, holding a cup of coffee. "The match starts in an hour. If he concedes now, I might consider waiving the expensive fence compensation fee."

"Mr. Edgar, what you should be worried about is whether your drivers will develop a psychological trauma if they can't see us in their rearview mirrors."

"Hahaha!" Hans burst into laughter, pointing to the media outlets with their long lenses and microphones around him. "Did you hear that? This is Chinese humor. They're planning to run these twenty-odd kilometers with their mouths!"

Just then, a deep rumble came from the entrance in the distance.

A trailer slowly drove in.

Wang Tao jumped out of the passenger seat, holding a megaphone, and shouted, "Make way! Make way! Don't block my 'Phantom's' path!"

The trailer's tailgate slowly lowered.

When the "Phantom" was exposed to the sunlight, the scene fell into an eerie silence for three seconds.

Its wheels feature a special spherical structure, hidden within semi-enclosed wheel arches.

The front of the car is so low that it almost touches the ground, and the air intakes on both sides resemble the fangs of a lurking beast.

"This...this is a car?" A veteran automotive journalist rubbed his eyes. "Are you sure this isn't a prop stolen from some sci-fi movie set?"

Hans's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.

A beautiful appearance doesn't guarantee performance; on the Nürburgring, aerodynamics and chassis tuning are paramount.

Bai Che stepped out from behind the trailer, wearing an ordinary hoodie, his hair slightly messy, and holding a half-finished can of iced cola in his hand.

He ignored all the cameras and microphones and walked straight up to Su Wanqing.

"You're not late, are you?"

"just."

Bai Che turned to Hans and said, "We can begin."

Hans scoffed, pointing at his own GT race car: "Schumacher is ready. Where's your driver? Don't tell me you're going to go up there and die yourself."

"A driver? We don't need that."

He pointed to the empty driver's seat of the "Phantom" and then to the specially made tablet computer in his hand.

"It can run by itself."

The entire room fell silent.

Then, an even more frenzied roar of laughter erupted.

"AI driving? At the Nürburgring? Hahahaha!" Hans laughed so hard he bent over. "Mr. Bai, do you have some misunderstanding about 'autonomous driving'? Even the top drivers have to be very careful on these corners."

Schumacher also said, "This is an insult to the sport."

Bai Che ignored them and simply tapped the tablet lightly.

The Phantom's semi-transparent cockpit canopy slowly slid open, revealing a futuristic single-seat cockpit inside.

"Big White, load the Nürburgring track model and optimize the grip curve."

"Received, Master. Connecting to BeiDou satellite high-precision positioning, adaptive suspension adjustment complete."

A gentle electronic voice came from inside the car.

"Stop playing tricks!" Hans slammed his hand down. "Let's begin! I'll show the whole world how this pile of scrap metal will wreck at the first bend!"

The two cars were parked side by side on the starting line.

On one side are GT race cars, representing the pinnacle of the gasoline era, their engines roaring deafeningly, their exhaust pipes spewing out angry tongues of fire.

On one side was the "Phantom," as still as the deep sea. It made no sound, not even turning on its headlights, with only a thin blue light strip flowing slowly along its side.

"Countdown! Three! Two! One!"

The traffic light turned green!

boom--!

The GT race car shot off like an arrow, leaving trails of white smoke as its tires screeched against the ground.

Schumacher's technique was impeccable, with a smooth and effortless start.

The "Phantom" remained stationary for a full three seconds.

"It's broken? Haha, it can't even get off the ground!"

"This is awkward; it confirms they're using PowerPoint presentations to build cars!"

Hans was about to make a sarcastic remark when he noticed that Bai Che's expression remained lazy.

Three seconds is when the AI ​​scans the temperature, humidity, and air resistance of the current track.

Om-!

Before everyone's eyes, the "Phantom" moved.

Thanks to the terrifying transmission ratio brought by the spherical wheels and the instantaneous torque burst from the plasma battery pack, the "Phantom" slightly lowered its front end the moment it started, and the entire car transformed into a black lightning bolt, leaving two charred arcs on the ground.

The GT race car, which had already traveled hundreds of meters, was swept past in just a few seconds.

Schumacher only saw a flash of black light in his rearview mirror, and then the strange black car disappeared around the first sharp bend ahead.

"This can't be!" Schumacher shouted in horror. "He didn't slow down! That's a 120-degree turn, is he trying to commit suicide?"

On the large monitoring screen, the helicopter's camera lens was shaking wildly.

As the "Phantom" entered the curve, its four spherical wheels tilted outward at an angle that defied the laws of physics, making the entire vehicle resemble a gecko clinging tightly to the ice, tracing a perfect arc.

No drifting, no sideslipping.

It passed the bend at full speed.

"My God..." the commentator's voice trembled. "His speed in the corner was... 200 kilometers per hour? That's impossible! That's beyond the tires' grip limit!"

"Not enough grip? No problem, I added electromagnetic adhesion. As long as there are steel bars in the track, it can stick to the ground."

He turned to look at Hans, whose face was deathly pale, and shrugged.

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you, the logic behind this car isn't 'driving,' but 'flying on an orbit.'"

At this moment on the Nürburgring, Schumacher was desperately squeezing every ounce of power out of his car, but to his horror he discovered that the black figure in front of him was leaving him behind at a speed of tens of meters per second.

"Tsk, Da Bai's entry angle is still too conservative. For this kind of corner, you could actually go 10 kilometers per hour faster."

Wang Tao was completely dumbfounded.

"Brother Bai... tell me honestly, did you take apart an alien UFO and put wheels on it?"

"Don't talk nonsense, this is science."

Just then, the timer on the big screen jumped to four minutes.

"Phantom" has completed half of the race.

At this moment, Hans's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

It’s over.

Bavarian Power's century-long glory is about to be trampled into the mud by a young man.

However, an unexpected change occurred.

Just as the "Phantom" was about to enter the deadly bend known as the "Merry-Go-Round," a blinding red light suddenly flashed on the screen.

"Master, an abnormal obstacle has been detected ahead. Human interference signal detected." Da Bai's electronic voice suddenly became urgent.

"Hans, are you playing dirty tricks?"

"The game isn't over yet, who knows what will happen?"

Bai Che's fingers flew across the tablet, cutting directly into the underlying code.

"Want to play? Then I'll play a big game with you."

"Big White, activate 'Bat Mode,' forcibly overload the power output, and fly over there!"

On the screen, the black phantom was speeding along when two huge, dark blue nozzles suddenly popped out from behind its chassis.

That was originally a plasma nozzle used to stabilize the energy field, but Bai Che has now modified it into a temporary booster.

boom--!

A streak of eerie blue flame appeared out of nowhere on the Nürburgring track. The Phantom was launched into the air before the corner, like a real black bat, soaring over all obstacles and beyond everyone's imagination.

At that moment, hundreds of millions of viewers around the world held their breath.

This isn't car manufacturing.