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

At that moment, the pilot of the broadcast helicopter circling above the Nürburgring almost broke the control stick.

What did he see?

A car... it actually flew up!

Without ramps or jumps, right on the straight track, it spewed out a dark blue plasma flame from its rear, and just like that, it defied all reason and forcibly jumped over the obstacles set up by Bavarian Dynamics.

The moment the "Phantom" landed, the electromagnetic suspension system perfectly absorbed all the impact force the four spherical tires made contact with the ground, and the car body did not even have the slightest unnecessary sway. Then, it sped away at an even more insane speed.

The whole process was silky smooth and so fast that the camera lens could barely keep up.

"Gott im Himmel!"

In the track control center, the most experienced German director lost his voice from shouting so much that he spilled his coffee all over his pants.

On the big screen, the image that was frozen was the "Phantom" half a meter off the ground, with two dark blue flames below the vehicle like divine punishment spears, nailing all common sense of physics to the pillar of shame.

Globally, hundreds of millions of viewers watching the live stream collectively experienced a three-second brain freeze.

[Holy crap? What the hell did I just see? Rocket thrusters? Transformers are here?!]

This is illogical! Even F1 wouldn't dare do this! It's absolutely illogical!

[Is it possible that the person in question never intended to explain science to you at all?]

[I was wrong, I take back what I said about eating tires on live stream... Dude, stop showing off, or Newton will be turning in his grave!]

The color drained from Hans von Edgar's face in an instant.

He staggered back a step, crashing into the guardrail behind him, his eyes filled with nothing but pure fear and bewilderment.

Cheating?

No, this is not cheating.

This is... a dimensional reduction attack.

His century-old industrial heritage, which he was so proud of, was as fragile as a primitive man using a stone axe to fight against an interstellar warship in front of the other side.

Su Wanqing stood beside Bai Che, her fists clenched tightly, her nails digging into her palms.

So this was the "miracle" he was talking about.

Bai Che remained as lazy as ever. He even took a sip of cola, as if the order that had revolutionized the history of the automotive industry was just something he had casually ordered for takeout.

He stared at the black lightning bolt that was leaving everyone else in the dust on the screen, and at the GT car behind it that had been left far behind and was almost invisible. He yawned in boredom.

"Tsk, boring."

Wang Tao listened from the side, his lips twitching.

Brother, please, have some decency!

……

On the track, Schumacher's career is experiencing a collapse of faith.

His hands, gripping the steering wheel, were bulging with veins from excessive force, and he was sweating profusely.

Through the headset, the team engineer was still roaring hysterically.

"Chase after him! Schumacher! What are you doing? Show your world champion form!"

strength?

Schumacher gave a bitter laugh.

In the face of absolute power, any skill seems pale and laughable.

The black monster had completely disappeared from his rearview mirror.

No, from the moment the other car rounded the first bend, he didn't even see its taillights again.

That's a route that no human could possibly traverse!

The first high-speed S-curve, known as the "curve of courage," requires even him to keep his speed below 180 kilometers per hour to avoid flying off the road.

And that "Phantom"...

Monitoring data shows that its entry speed into the corner was 260 km/h and its exit speed was 270 km/h!

It even accelerates while cornering!

"This is impossible..." Schumacher muttered to himself, "There's a limit to tire grip!"

He didn't know that Bai Che's answer was simple and straightforward—if the grip wasn't strong enough, then use electromagnetic force to compensate.

The electromagnetic adsorption module mounted on the "Phantom" chassis makes it resemble a maglev train firmly attached to the track when cornering at high speeds.

The AI ​​"Dabai" calculates the "absolutely optimal route" that can theoretically withstand the maximum centrifugal force.

This kind of route is not only impossible for human drivers, but they wouldn't even dare to think about it.

It ignores fear, ignores mistakes, and ignores the limits of the human body.

It is the truth.

In the live broadcast room, racing experts and commentators from around the world have collectively fallen silent.

They watched as that black lightning bolt, on the track known as the "Green Hell," repeatedly rolled through every bend with a perfect, god-like trajectory.

That wasn't a competition.

That was a patrol, that was a demonstration.

Finally, at the famous U-shaped bend known as the "Carousel," the "Phantom," which had been far ahead, made a move that left everyone speechless.

It slowed down.

"Oh? Has it finally reached its limit? I knew it!" a German commentator exclaimed excitedly, as if grasping at a straw.

However, the next second, his voice stopped abruptly.

As the "Phantom" entered the corner, its body traced a smooth arc to the outside at an extremely small angle.

drift!

A textbook example of dynamic drifting!

The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground, sending up a wisp of smoke.

But its purpose is not to show off at all.

Through this drifting maneuver, the "Phantom" cut into the inside of the apex of the corner with a smaller turning radius!

Meanwhile, the GT race car, which had been completely spun around, was struggling to enter the corner from the outside.

The black and silver cars passed each other at that moment.

Schumacher only saw a blur before a black shadow forcefully overtook him from the inside at an impossible angle and sped away.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

"What...what is it doing?"

"It's waiting for him! It slowed down so that it could overtake him one more time, right here, in front of the whole world!"

"This is an insult! A blatant insult!"

Hans von Edgar's legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.

He's finished.

Bavarian Power's century-long glory was shattered at this moment.

On the screen, the finish line timer was ticking wildly.

Time stood still as that black phantom crossed the finish line.

5 minute 48.66 seconds!

The scene was deathly silent.

This number struck like a bolt of lightning from the heavens, hitting everyone on the head.

It's worth noting that the fastest lap time for a production car on the Nürburgring Nordschleife is 6 minutes and 35 seconds.

Bai Che, or rather "Phantom," has forcibly increased this record—which humanity had spent decades achieving—by more than a minute!

This is not a competition of equals.

This is a dialogue between two eras.

Bai Che put away the tablet, not even glancing at the scores on the screen, turned around and walked towards Su Wanqing, his carefree smile returning to his face.

"Mr. Su, has the hot pot restaurant reservation been made?"

Su Wanqing looked at him, her eyes slightly red, but her smile was radiant.

"It's ordered, the spiciest one."

Just then, Bai Che's encrypted phone vibrated again.

He glanced at the caller ID, raised an eyebrow, and answered the call.

On the other end of the phone came Li Jianguo's voice, which was suppressing his wild joy but pretending to be serious.

"Comrade Bai Che."

"Um?"

"Are you selling this car?" Li Jianguo cleared his throat. "I'm not talking about the price, I'm talking about... the job position."