After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

Looking at the accessory box with Han Qingru's special mark, and at that familiar note.

Jiang Ye's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

An indescribable sense of emotion and awe overwhelmed him like a tsunami!

He never expected this.

After learning that his vehicle had suffered a fatal malfunction.

Han Qingru is currently overseas and busy handling a multi-billion dollar cross-border merger and acquisition case.

They actually spent an astronomical sum of money to charter a heavy private helicopter!

Crossing national borders and thousands of miles, this extremely rare set of parts, which requires original factory customization, was airdropped directly into this desolate desert camp in the most crazy and domineering way!

original.

The eldest sister has truly been watching over him silently all along.

No matter where he goes or what dire situation he encounters, she will always appear by his side like an omnipotent guardian angel, at any cost, whenever he needs her!

"Big sister..."

Jiang Ye gripped the note tightly, his voice a little hoarse.

He took a deep breath and forcefully held back the tears welling up in his eyes.

Now is not the time to be sentimental!

With the right parts, there's hope for the competition!

"Everyone, get to work immediately!"

Jiang Ye suddenly turned around, roared at the support convoy, and his eyes were filled with renewed fervent fighting spirit!

"Even if it means not sleeping tonight, you have to fix this car!"

"Yes, General Jiang!"

The team's mechanics were also thrilled by this miraculous accessory and immediately rushed over with their tools.

Night falls.

Temperatures plummeted in the desert, and the wind was biting cold.

But inside Jiang Ye's repair tent, the lights were on and the work was in full swing.

This top-tier support team, hired by Lei Heng at a high salary, demonstrated an extremely formidable level of professionalism.

Several high-powered searchlights illuminated the locomotive as bright as day.

The mechanics had clear division of labor and worked quickly.

"Position one, remove the engine casing! Be careful to protect the fuel system!"

"Number two, prepare the hydraulic jacks and lift the vehicle!"

"Position three, verify the dimensions and tolerances of the new parts, prepare for installation!"

Jiang Ye wasn't idle either. He personally took charge, lying on the oil-stained moisture-proof mat with the mechanics, carefully disassembling the damaged gear shaft.

Just then.

A figure wearing a dirty repair uniform and a mask silently squeezed into the crowd of repairmen.

It's Shen Qinghan.

She didn't say anything, but silently picked up a heavy torque wrench, knelt on the sand, and began to work with the mechanic to remove the screws from the chassis.

Although her movements were a little clumsy, she put in a lot of effort.

The sharp metal edge cut her hand, and blood mixed with black machine oil flowed down. She didn't even flinch; she just gritted her teeth and tightened the screws.

Jiang Ye glanced at her, his eyes flickered slightly, but in the end he said nothing and continued to work with his head down.

Time passed by, second by second.

Disassembly, cleaning, installation, and debugging.

Every step must be taken seriously.

Thanks to Shen Qinghan and her team's overnight efforts to repair the damage.

As the first hint of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon.

"Click!"

As the last screw was tightened tightly.

"It's fixed! Mr. Jiang! The engine is repaired!"

The mechanic wiped the sweat and oil off his face and shouted excitedly.

Jiang Ye stood up and exhaled a long breath.

He hopped on the motorcycle, inserted the key, and pressed the ignition switch.

"boom--!!!"

The BMW GS's engine roared with a deafening roar, deep and powerful, without the slightest noise!

This steel behemoth has been fully revived!

……

Eight o'clock in the morning.

The Dakar Rally has officially begun!

As the starting gun fired.

Hundreds of off-road motorcycles, cars, and trucks, like wild horses, rushed wildly into the vast desert!

Yellow sand filled the sky, obscuring the sun!

Jiang Ye drove his black BMW GS, blending into the massive traffic, speeding through the gale and gravel!

The grueling stage truly lived up to its name.

The terrain here is extremely complex.

There are huge sand dunes that are tens of meters high, Gobi deserts covered with sharp pebbles, and deadly pits hidden beneath the sand.

High temperature, dehydration, getting lost, mechanical failure.

Any one of these factors could take a driver's life at any moment.

Jiang Ye weaved through the sand dunes, his body violently jolted by the rise and fall of the motorcycle.

The strong wind, mixed with sand, lashed against the helmet like knives, making a "crackling" sound.

Visibility was less than ten meters due to the yellow sand obscuring the view.

But Jiang Ye felt an unprecedented sense of peace and freedom.

He enjoys this extreme challenge of walking on the edge of life and death.

Each acceleration to the top of the dune, each time the car was forcibly pulled back from the brink of losing control.

The adrenaline rush made him completely forget the treachery and intrigue in Hanju, and the emotional entanglements and pain he had endured.

In this vast and boundless desert.

There was no scheming of capital, no tears of women.

Only him, and the machine beneath him.

There is only conquest and being conquered.

Jiang Ye twisted the accelerator to the floor, and like a black lightning bolt, he overtook his opponents in the swirling yellow sand.

He doesn't care about the ranking or whether he can win the championship.

He was simply enjoying the process, savoring the ultimate experience of completely liberating his soul.

. . . . .

The two-week competition felt like a long and brutal ordeal.

Jiang Ye experienced two tire blowouts, got lost once, and even nearly fainted from dehydration while crossing a deserted area.

But he gritted his teeth and, with amazing perseverance and superb driving skills, managed to pull through.

at last.

On the last day of the competition.

The moment Jiang Ye drove his BMW Waterbird, which was covered in scratches and whose original color was almost unrecognizable, across the finish line.

The entire stadium erupted in thunderous cheers!

Jiang Ye took off his helmet, looked up, and gazed at the azure sky above.

Although he did not win the championship, he only finished twelfth in the individual category.

But for an amateur cyclist participating in the Dakar Rally for the first time, this is already a miracle worthy of being recorded in history!

He succeeded.

He completed this baptism of the soul.

He felt like a phoenix rising from the ashes, completely shedding the shadows of the past and embracing a new life.

. . . .

At the Dakar final camp, cheers, engine roars, and the sound of champagne being popped filled the air.

Jiang Ye parked the battle-worn BMW GS in the repair area and let out a long sigh of relief.

The grueling two-week tournament is finally over.

He felt like all the bones in his body were about to fall apart, but his mind was in a state of extreme excitement and relaxation.

He took off his helmet and casually placed it on the fuel tank, preparing to remove his riding armor.

Just then.

"Beep—beep—beep—!"

A piercing, desperate horn suddenly blared wildly from behind the camp!

Jiang Ye subconsciously turned his head.

A heavy logistics truck, fully loaded with race supplies and spare tires, was rushing madly down the sand dune at the edge of the camp towards him, like a completely out-of-control steel behemoth!

The truck was going extremely fast, its wheels skidding violently on the sand, kicking up clouds of yellow sand.

Inside the cab, the driver was terrified, frantically slamming on the brakes, but the truck showed no signs of slowing down.

The brakes failed!