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Chapter 105 - 105 105 Crash!

105: Chapter 105: Crash!

Crash to Death!

105: Chapter 105: Crash!

Crash to Death!

“Hit it!

Ram it now!”

“Step on the gas, you idiot!”

“We were so close, why did you hit the brakes?”

“Do you even know how to drive?

We were about to crash into him, why did you dodge?”

“Ram, ram, ram!

Don’t be afraid of falling off the cliff!

I’m not afraid to die!”

…

Hong Cheng cursed continuously, urging persistently.

Driving a BMW, aiming for the motorcycle!

He thought it would be an easy task, yet it still hadn’t been accomplished.

The mountain road twisted and undulated, uneven and narrow.

The BMW’s acceleration was indeed good, easily capable of catching up and ramming from behind.

But the motorcycle was nimble, and Wu Jie was skilled.

Every time they were about to hit, either Wu Jie would suddenly change direction, or they would have to brake sharply for a turn, slipping away like a loach, extremely cunning.

After chasing for nearly half an hour, Hong Cheng’s throat was hoarse from shouting, but they still hadn’t hit him.

“Damn it!

Pull over ahead, I’ll do it myself!”

The BMW stopped, just as they were about to switch drivers…

Vroom!

The motorcycle braked sharply, with the back wheel lifting off the ground.

A skillful tail whip in the air, beautifully completing a 180-degree turn.

The moment it landed, with a thunderous roar, it shot forward.

A head-on collision?

Hong Cheng was just about to get into the driver’s seat.

Seeing Wu Jie charging toward him, he was startled.

But…

Wu Jie didn’t hit him; instead, he came to a sharp halt, sporting a radiant smile.

“We’ve been at this for dozens of kilometers, how come you still can’t hit me?”

“Is there a problem with your BMW’s performance, or is the driver’s skill lacking?”

As soon as Wu Jie finished speaking, Hong Cheng lunged at him.

“I’ll kill you!”

But…

Wu Jie twisted the throttle, and in an instant, darted away.

Hong Cheng didn’t hit Wu Jie, instead getting a nose full of exhaust fumes.

Buzz!

The motorcycle shot forward several meters, then suddenly whipped around for a U-turn.

With a rev of the engine, Wu Jie rode back.

“You old fool, at your age, you still want to fight?

Ptooey!”

A glob of spit flew over.

Hong Cheng quickly dodged, his eyes nearly shooting flames with anger.

“You just wait for me!

Damn it!

I’ll run you over today!!”

Hong Cheng swept his cold gaze over the car’s other occupants, who immediately obediently got out of the car.

With a loud bang, he slammed the door shut forcefully.

Hong Cheng didn’t bother to fasten his seatbelt, he threw the car into gear and floored the gas.

Boom!

Lightened by two people, the BMW, like a frenzied beast, bellowed its roar as it accelerated fiercely.

The V6 engine gave it powerful thrust, making the now lighter BMW accelerate even faster.

And with the hot-headed Hong Cheng, he pressed the gas pedal to the floor without hesitation.

Thus, the BMW, as if given a booster rocket, charged angrily towards Wu Jie’s motorcycle.

However, the good times didn’t last!

Wu Jie’s motorcycle suddenly lit up its tail lights, and the man with his bike almost tilted over, beautifully taking the sharp bend.

Hong Cheng hastily let off the gas and hit the brakes, ending up in a frantic scramble.

If it weren’t for the excellent brakes, if it weren’t for the lack of oncoming traffic, he would’ve slid off the road and tumbled down the hillside long ago.

“Damn it!”

After the bend, Hong Cheng was even more enraged.

He floored the gas pedal, chasing furiously.

But…

Every time he was about to catch up, either there was a curve, or Wu Jie suddenly overtook another vehicle, using it to block the collision.

Several attempts ended in failure.

Hong Cheng’s patience was completely exhausted.

“Damn it!

What the fuck kind of highway is this!”

“Why are there so many curves?

So many cars?”

“Fuck, it’s either uphill or downhill, then sharp turns.

Isn’t there a straight road anywhere?”

Hong Cheng cursed while chasing, not knowing how many times he slammed the steering wheel.

Of course, with such abrupt stops and starts.

Even the best car couldn’t withstand this kind of abuse.

A few more kilometers passed, and they still hadn’t reached Pingle Town, but now several warning lights were lit on the dashboard.

Wisps of white smoke were already seeping from the cracks in the hood.

If he continued the chase like this, the engine would definitely be done for!

But Hong Cheng couldn’t care less!

Because ahead, there was finally a straight stretch of road, and Wu Jie was blocked by a heavily overloaded truck.

Even better, the left lane was constantly buzzing with oncoming traffic, so Wu Jie naturally didn’t dare to overtake recklessly.

Luck was on my side!

Hong Cheng floored the gas pedal, as if he wished he could stomp right into the engine.

The BMW began to emit an incredibly strange, high-pitched scream as it gained speed!

However, the white smoke puffing out from the hood’s gaps grew denser, like jets of steam spewing forth.

Getting closer!

And closer!

“Die, you bastard!!”

Gripping the steering wheel tightly, Hong Cheng floored the gas pedal, his back pressed firmly against the seatback.

He had prepared to first hit Wu Jie and then ram him, along with his bike, into the rear of the truck, crushing Wu Jie alive.

Such a high-speed impact would certainly cause the airbag inside the steering wheel to deploy.

So Hong Cheng braced himself for the impact, not even considering hitting the brakes.

Whirr!

The BMW shot forward like an arrow released from its bow, suddenly lunging at Wu Jie.

Using the rearview mirror, Wu Jie obviously saw the BMW closing in fast.

To make him lose control with a blown tire?

Not likely!

Hong Cheng’s BMW wasn’t cheap, belonging to the mid-to-high end category of sedans.

The tires it used, of course, were also of good quality, explosion-proof and puncture-resistant, capable of running for a distance even if damaged.

Moreover, most importantly, luxury cars have active safety protection systems.

If there should be a major safety incident like a tire blowout, it would automatically engage lane-keeping and active collision avoidance braking, etc.

To make him explode on the spot?

Wu Jie glanced at the rearview mirror, decided not to use the system to exchange for items, but instead suddenly accelerated to the right front.

Whirr!

The motorcycle suddenly surged up the small hillside by the road, soaring into the air as though it had wings.

After leaping high, with a whir of the engine, it darted forward at a slant.

The front of the bike plunged down, its suspension system softly absorbing the impact.

From racing on the highway, it instantly switched to off-road motocross…

Wu Jie’s sudden evasive maneuver left Hong Cheng slightly panicked.

Both were moving very fast, and he hadn’t expected Wu Jie would dare to pull off such stunts at this moment.

But it was too late for regrets!

Bang!

A tremendous crash!

The BMW, blaring warnings and engaging automatic braking, was forcefully rear-ended into the truck by the defiant Hong Cheng, still flooring the gas pedal.

The truck’s body was entirely steel-framed, so its rear end was extremely tough.

The front of the BMW was crushed and caved in on impact, the engine compartment was in shambles, steam boiling up.

At the same time, all the airbags deployed, providing cushioning protection.

Hong Cheng wasn’t dead, just dazed from the airbag impact, feeling somewhat groggy.

The severely damaged BMW, with its hazard lights blinking, sat on the road, hissing white smoke.

The BMW, worth a million, was wrecked beyond repair!

Wu Jie, of course, rode back immediately to check out the commotion.

“Such a fierce crash, and yet it didn’t kill you?

You sure are tough to kill!”

Groggily coming to, Hong Cheng glared at Wu Jie with towering rage:

“Don’t get too happy, I’ve got another BMW on the way, and even if it doesn’t catch up, I swear I’ll come to your place and wipe you out!”

“Really?”

Wu Jie pulled out a cigarette, lit it up, took a leisurely drag, and said with a wicked smile:

“Using a BMW as a coffin, Hong Ye, you really are blessed!”

Hong Cheng immediately bellowed, “You wouldn’t dare!!”