Chapter 513 - 484 Rich Area

The scene of Jack slaying the Centaur Mecha was captured by journalists and "wild photographers" hidden in the buildings, and people were immersed in this moment.

The track information was almost public, and many people made a small fortune from it, with golden shooting spots being quite valuable.

Finally, they endured the human bombings, endured the electromagnetic pulses, endured the rockets, bullets, and hand grenades flying everywhere, and finally captured such a scene.

However, some of them quickly realized that something was wrong—

In the dark corridor, V wore a full set of tactical helmets, the sensors reflecting a faint light in the darkness, moving swiftly like the wind.

The sounds brought these people back to reality, reminding them that this was still a war zone, so it was better to be cautious...

A one-eyed journalist wearing recording equipment was so scared by what he saw in the scanner that he wet his pants:

In the dim light, V’s exaggerated speed looked like a ghostly figure to him.

The ghostly figure chased a hard-to-see mosaic in the darkness, with blades clashing in the dark passage, creating bursts of mosaics—

Every time the blades intersected, V’s Mantis Blade would try to hack with a current. Although the contact was too brief to succeed in one go, it greatly disrupted the advanced optical camouflage!

"There’s a ghost...ugh!"

Finally, V’s Mantis Blade found an opportunity and fiercely chopped off the enemy’s blade. The broken blade flew off and slammed into the journalist’s shoulder in his horrified gaze!

Luckily, it was just the blade’s back hitting him hard, painful yet not fatal.

The Eclipse modifier jumped back hard, landing a small gouge in the ground, grabbing the wall and climbing up...

Boom!

A huge red-hot drawing sword shot like a missile, nailing him directly to the wall!

...

The sudden change on the battlefield was, of course, most deeply felt by the people on the battlefield—

Jack was a bit stunned: why did the Valentino suddenly act like they were high?

He noticed the fallen Valentino members were all getting back into combat mode from their prone positions, and the cars continued to run as long as the wheels could move.

If the bumper dragged on the ground? They kicked it off without keeping the bumper.

If the door was deformed and couldn’t close? They kicked it off without keeping the door.

If the car was blown off halfway by a heat-melt cannon? Fine, it’s a convertible now, with a wide shooting view.

The suicide bombing human indeed startled Lille, but soon he noticed something peculiar:

The bombings seemed aimed at them, but...it looked like more bombs were exploding in the small company office buildings.

Apparently, those who were about to die chose, "To hell with the gang; today, I’ll blow up the people who pissed me off," like their higher-ups and colleagues.

In the chaotic battle, the damage that should’ve only targeted the rioters began to escalate!

"Jack!" The heavy metallic voice sounded from the car, an octopus arm extended from the car window, always illuminating V’s advancing route in the building.

Though the battle inside the building wasn’t as spectacular as the streets, it still ignited rounds of sparks—

The enemies had no way to contend with the Chroni Titanium-forged Mantis Blade, retreating step by step, being forced towards the window by V.

Jack got the message, stomped on the Centaur Mecha underfoot till it twisted and deformed, then jumped back into the trunk of the Legendary Mackinaw.

Under the excited gazes of the Valentino members, Jack held the sword in a reverse grip and steadfastly stood on the car roof, adopting a standard throwing stance...

The motor charged, muscles tensed, thrusters roared, power accumulated—

The humanoid mosaic jumped out of the window, both hands clinging to the wall, quickly adjusting its posture, but that very action...

Boom!

The red-hot blade nearly drew a straight line in the air, making it hard to believe this was a forty-plus kilogram broadsword—

However, the Eclipse full-body prosthetics transformer pinned to the wall died with eyes wide open, and the web-like cracks on the wall reminded people of this.

People didn’t notice the white thin thread connected to the hilt.

V jumped out of the window just a second later, only to see his enemy pinned to the wall and could only land on the moving Blast Ride, grabbing the spider silk—

"You stole my kill!"

V waved the Mantis Blade.

Jack chuckled, patting the car roof, "Mano! We..."

"Hold on tight!"

Ahead was a standard right-angled turn, the Legendary Mackinaw’s steering wheel twisted sharply, the throttle, gear lever, and handbrake moving frantically like possessed!

The integrated electronic control platform was damaged, and from now on, Mackinaw could no longer use direct control of the motor and transmission, but had to adopt a more convoluted method:

Da Mai’s core control system was enclosed in protective gear, with power no longer directly affecting the vehicle, but acting on a series of mechanical control rods.

Simply put, Da Mai now functioned like a real person, using only half of its original sensors to collect information, simulating human actions using dozens of operation rods to control the big car mechanically!

The residual static adhesion system could no longer provide enough power to grip the ground fully, but it could still tear up part of the ground—

The car began to turn, the tires started to side turn under Da Mai’s control, causing the body to shift laterally and slightly drift.

The tires, made of Chroni Titanium and other alloys as hubs and frames, were essentially solid tires with the outer layer adding Thunder Power’s lab-made polyurethane and aramid fiber mixture as the surface to increase friction coefficient.

These tires almost never slipped using the static adhesion system, with low wear and tear, but now things were different—

A charred, slightly reddened track was left on the ground, with flames visible in the most severe spots!

And with the electromagnetic suspension and static adhesion systems mostly paralyzed, sitting in the car felt like being inside a tumble dryer, only someone like Lille with three octopus arms for dynamic balance could endure it...

The seatbelt felt like decoration!

Explosions, large changes in acceleration, friction sounds, the smell of burning...

Too many disturbances, Lille’s five senses were almost entirely disrupted by these factors!

He simply closed his eyes and processed Little Octopus’s and Da Mai’s data packets segment by segment for analysis—

[Creak—]

[Valentino Henchman: More Mecha!]

The car finished turning, revealing a broad boulevard ahead.

They had left Haywood’s slums behind, now entering Haywood’s prosperous track section—

No need to look; Lille knew anti-armor weapons must have been set up on the high overpasses...

But behind the Legendary Mackinaw were many people.

The Midnight Killers used for bombings had died as their name suggested, but the Valentino didn’t!

In the elevated trains and overpasses, one Mecha after another fell from the sky; no one knew where Munemasa got so much equipment, but from this road onward, the firepower would become even more lethal!

"I fucking love this race—"

V’s palms started to sweat, revealing a slightly nervous smile, shooting the spider silk, using the motorbike’s strength to jump onto the wall again—

Then Jack pulled hard, and the broadsword embedded in the wall was yanked out. He swung it up, turning it into a meteor hammer!

The Valentino Gang members had never been this united, and the flood of tattered armor pushed the race to its climax!