infodatos Chapter 251 Holy crap! You lunatic!
Chapter 251 Holy crap! You lunatic!
The engine revs instantly soared to the redline!
Like a primordial beast utterly enraged, the McLaren P1, with a destructive and resolute momentum, transformed once again into a streak of orange-black lightning, crashing fiercely and decisively into the already battered and still trembling Porsche for the second time!
This time, the target is its rear!
Thud!
An even more muffled, even more terrifying, thunderous sound, like a giant hammer striking a broken gong, suddenly erupted!
The two steel bodies kissed each other fiercely and without reservation once again!
The rear of the Porsche 911 was as if it had been hit by a heavy truck, instantly collapsing inward to create a terrifying deep crater! The rear bumper was completely shattered and blown away, the exhaust pipe was twisted and deformed, and the taillights along with their sockets were blown to dust!
The enormous impact caused the rear of the car to suddenly lift up, and then crash back to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut!
The entire vehicle shook violently back and forth as if it had fallen apart, making a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound, and completely lost its ability to move.
The front of the McLaren P1 was also completely destroyed, with the hood raised even higher to reveal the equally damaged mechanical structure underneath. More carbon fiber fragments and metal parts were scattered like petals on the messy asphalt road between the two cars, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gasoline, rubber, and burnt metal.
But he didn't care at all.
Ye Fan sat in the cockpit, which had finally come to a stop after a violent jolt, and slowly loosened his grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles already white.
"Holy shit! You're asking for it." The violent impact made Yan Jun's body feel like it had been hit by a heavy hammer. Even though the seatbelt was holding him tightly, the huge inertia still made his upper body lurch forward!
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, his forehead slammed solidly into the hard, cold carbon fiber steering wheel!
A sharp pain, accompanied by dizziness, struck instantly. Warm liquid flowed down my brow bone, blurring my vision—it was blood.
Yan Jun didn't bother to wipe it.
He suddenly looked up and stared incredulously through the spiderweb-like cracks in the windshield at his prized Porsche 911, a car that had once shone like obsidian and been meticulously tuned and modified to near perfection!
The passenger-side door was completely twisted and deformed, collapsing inward to create a huge, grotesque hole! The exposed metal frame stood erect like broken ribs, the windows had long since disappeared, the expensive carbon fiber aerodynamic kit was shattered on the ground, and the door hung precariously on the deformed hinges, as if it would fall off at any moment.
The carefully applied matte car cover was torn to shreds, revealing the pitted and cratered silver aluminum sheet underneath, as if it had been gnawed by a giant beast.
"My car...my car!!!" Yan Jun felt a surge of hot blood rush to the top of his head, his vision went black, and his temples throbbed wildly!
He has been obsessed with cars since he was a child, and in his teens he frequented various go-kart tracks and underground circuits, honing his excellent driving skills.
Even though he was over thirty, his obsession had not diminished but had intensified. In the second-generation elite circles of Nanjing, his reputation for "loving cars like his own life" was well-known.
It's safe to say that, apart from Fang Yu, no one in Jinling loves cars more than him.
However, because he spent his days indulging in pleasure and was unable to take over the family business, he didn't receive much pocket money. In addition, he spent quite a lot of money every day. This Porsche 911 was bought with money he had saved for a long time, and he spent several months carefully selecting and modifying it like a work of art. It was the culmination of his hard work!
Now, in the blink of an eye, it has been smashed into this horrific state!
A surge of murderous intent, a mixture of rage, heartache, and madness, instantly consumed all his reason!
At this moment, Ye Fan's expression was cold.
To his horror, he saw the equally battered orange McLaren P1 slowly reversing! The tires screeched against the rough asphalt, kicking up plumes of blue smoke.
It reversed several meters and came to a steady stop, the deep and continuous roar of the engine like the low growl of a beast charging up before an attack!
The front of the car, with its cracked carbon fiber front lip, was like the fangs of death, once again precisely aimed at his half-damaged Porsche!
Boom! Boom! Boom! The engine revs were climbing wildly, and scorching hot air was spewing out of the exhaust pipe.
With such full force hurtling towards him... Yan Jun had no doubt that his beloved 911 would be completely smashed into a pile of twisted scrap metal! Along with him inside the car!
"Trying to scare me?" A surge of rage, fueled by utter humiliation and contempt, suddenly erupted in Yan Jun's heart, overpowering his fear. He slashed the blood from his face, grinning savagely as he roared, his voice echoing wildly in the confined cockpit, "I'm not easily intimidated! Go ahead and ram me if you dare! Let's see if your life is tougher, you out-of-town dog, or my car can withstand a ramming!"
He was determined to gamble! He was betting that Ye Fan wouldn't dare to actually wreck him and his car!
Given the Yan family's influence in Jinling, destroying his car was already a heinous crime. If something were to happen to him as well... Ye Fan wouldn't have enough lives to make up for it!
However, the sneer on his face froze completely in the next second, turning into utter terror!
He could clearly see that the drive wheels of the McLaren P1 were spinning violently in the air under the engine's ferocious torque output!
Michelin tires screeched against the ground, sending up even thicker plumes of blue smoke, and the entire front of the car dipped slightly due to the powerful engine, poised to go!
A pure, chilling killing intent seemed to pierce through the shattered glass, striking straight at his heart!
This is not a threat! We really are going to take him and his car away!
"Holy shit!!! You're insane!!" Yan Jun screamed at the top of his lungs, his survival instinct instantly overriding everything! With unprecedented speed, almost beyond human limits, he frantically unbuckled his seatbelt!
"Click!" In the instant of liberation, he burst out of the car like a cannonball, using all his strength to smash the car door open and tumble out!
"Thump!"
He crashed heavily onto the hard asphalt road, his body burning with pain from multiple places. His knees, elbows, and cheeks were instantly scraped, and blood mixed with dust quickly stained his black tank top, making him look as wretched as a fish thrown out of the water.
He struggled to get up.
boom--!!!!
The deafening roar of the engine reached its peak!
Thud!
Ye Fan's car crashed heavily into his Porsche.
With a deafening roar, the entire racetrack resounded.
The orange-black McLaren P1, like a runaway battering ram, with its destructive power, slammed hard and solidly into the side of Yan Jun's Porsche, which had lost its owner!