At night, driving through a reddish-brown world, it beca easier for the drivers to lose their direction. The only thing they could use as a marker was the not-so-obvious road ahead.
However, experienced drivers were terrified: There are landmines!
The storm didn’t just raise sand and dust; it also lifted broken pieces of tal. The air wasn’t filled only with wind, but also with faint screams.
If they wanted to stay safe, they just needed to drive off the road and wait for the storm to pass.
But the sandstorm obscured not only their direction but also their sense of danger. The lurking danger dulled their sensitivity, and their gambler’s mindset took a swing at the sweet spot—
Just a bit more, just a bit more, at least finish this stretch.
Night City was a city of dreams, the largest stage in the world. They chose to appear at the wildest starting point to stake everything, wagering their lives.
But as the night grew deeper and darker, they began to fear.
Until the radio began to pierce through the storm.
Static—
"Night City... what a terrifying night, the sandstorm is engulfing..."
The light of hope lit up; no one wanted to back out now.
In the midst of the storm, explosions went off nonstop. No one knew what those faint lights were, feeling as if they’d seen a ghost.
Surviving drivers steeled themselves, but the ghosts of the storm had already set their sights on them.
"Ha ha! Finally, we’re getting the hell out of here!"
The driver slamd the steering wheel hard, and their partners in the passenger seat and backseat cheered up.
"Quick, listen, is that dumbass host calling us out yet?"
"Ha ha, I even showed off my prosthetics earlier, Military Technology definitely saw it and is pissed!"
Boom—
An explosion happened on the side. The people in the car turned their heads, watching wide-eyed as a figure wearing so high-tech helt and exoskeleton wielded a Mantis Blade and flew toward them!
Plunge!
Steel was easily penetrated. The blade stabbed in and out with a speed impossible to track. The companion in the backseat slumped over, blood spraying everywhere as he instantly died.
[Target Description:]
[Vehicle: Colby Mule, Body Armor, Kinetic Ram, Enhanced Suspension, MK31 Heavy Machine Gun]
[Distinctive Mark: Blind Crying Head]
[Target A (Deceased): Synthetic Arm, Recoil Control, Heavy Subcutaneous Armor (Exposed)]
[Target B: Racer’s Chip, Multi-functional chanical Legs]
[Target C: Right-hand Bullet Launcher, Monocular, Military-grade Aid Eye.]
[NCPD Database Match: Murder, Forced Prostitution, Organ Trafficking.]
The sudden appearance of the Death God and the death of their companion sent the remaining two into an adrenaline rush. Their prosthetics creaked into action as they imdiately aid their bullet launchers out the window!
But V just glanced at them, then imdiately retracted his Mantis Blade and disappeared back into the sandstorm.
Bang! The car was suddenly hit from the side by sothing. As the young man in the front passenger seat turned his head, he saw a massive hole in the passenger side armor, and his companion’s head spun a full 180 degrees before drooping toward him.
Click.
The companion’s jaw clicked shut with a light snap. His prosthetics hadn’t completely stopped yet, still maintaining "cruise control."
The car drove strangely, the air thick with the sll of blood. The corpse of a companion in the back seat thudded with the car’s motion, producing a rhythmic clattering sound.
With adrenaline making his reactions faster, the last young man felt the clattering sound like a death knell, slow and heavy...
Clatter, clatter.
The radio suddenly ca to life:
"Night City...! Look at this contestant... the stolen MK31 Heavy Machine Gun from Military Technology..."
"Ahhhh!"
The young man suddenly scread, aiming his bullet launcher straight at the radio—
Boom!
The explosion erupted completely, drowning the young man’s scream. The bullet launcher in his hand didn’t even fire. It shattered in the explosion, its ammunition fed into the flas.
At the sa ti, the legendary Mackinaw surged out from behind, the front crashing hard into the rear, sending the two burning cars flying through the storm, landmines, and Mackinaw’s force.
The radio made its final sound in the air, the last thing the young man heard:
"Look at this! The Bullet Launcher! Jinli Industrial makes it, one hit silences an aggressive driver!"
Boom!
The bomb leaked mid-air and exploded again.
This was the first car.
[Target Description:]
[Vehicle: Emperor Ragnar, Electromagnetic Pulse Protection Device, Anti-infantry Machine Gun]
[Distinctive Mark: Red Crown]
[Target A: Left-hand Fla Thrower]
[Target B: Military-grade Laser Cutting Machine, Second Grade Si Anweisitan, Enhanced Driving, Military-grade Combat Eye.]
[Target C: Unknown Biochemical Injection Pharmaceutical]
[NCPD Database: Corporate Representative Abuse, Forced Rape, Illegal at Consumption]
Emperor Ragnar raced on the road. The driver, nervously strung out, suddenly jerked the wheel, tilting the whole car sharply, narrowly missing a landmine on the ground.
The car just steadied when it ca alongside Jack. Jack grabbed a landmine from the side of the car he had just scavenged and threw it on top, raising his iron fist at the sa ti—
Boom!
The explosion blew out the window armor. The people inside watched as the driver lost his head, his body slumping. They hurriedly grabbed the steering wheel.
The car steadied, but the person holding the wheel saw a flashing indicator light on a mine in the driver’s crotch.
"Why the hell is there a mine in his crotch?"
Boom!
Static— Another tough character... Fla Thrower A... just €2000!
Second car.
[Target: Columbus Freight, Turbocharged, Roof-Mounted Guided Missile Launcher]
[Distinctive Mark: Black-skinned Cat]
The vehicle drove normally. V stabbed into the car body, severing the chassis’s supports. Jack then hit it hard from the right.
The Columbus Freight vehicle lost control and flipped over, hitting a landmine just right—
Boom!
The legendary Mackinaw burst through the debris on the ground, charging through the fire.
"Mysterious... Zombie Tiger! Who among the young doesn’t love modded cars? Try out... turbo...!"
Third car.
Next was an invincible heavy Mackinaw, multi-layered armor plus an equally preposterous turbo engine, speeding like a beast on the highway.
The beast sped through the sandstorm at high speed, while predators lurked within it.
Experienced combat drivers imdiately swerved the wheel to fend off V, also spotting Jack attacking from the other side, quickly slamming the brakes.
But this sudden stop made him see a theoretically identical brand—
The distance perfect, the Mackinaw’s machine gun didn’t even need to aim, just needed to fire.
Boom!
The machine gun punched through the armor, passengers engulfed by flas, their bodies thrown by the steel behemoth.
"Kantao’s super ceramic bulletproof armor! Compatible with all vehicles, ensuring your safety!"
Fourth car.
"Tao’s third-generation anti-tank missile, Military Technology’s cutting-edge creation, 2.5 Mach, multi-mode warhead, compatible with various vehicles!"
Whoosh—
In the storm, a missile took off violently, its weak light cutting through the race track.
Weapon experts on dia shows highlighted and analyzed each piece of equipnt, thrilling listeners.
They were ntally selecting their favored self-defense weapons.
"Stinger-3 self-destruct drones, blasting through armored vehicles like a ga!"
"Cyber-Link System Xlink-7, from Zeta Technology, less than 1ms response ti gives you the edge in gunfights!"
"Raccoon Dog Electromagnetic Sniper Rifle..."
"Cough, cough."
"This damn sandstorm."
"We’ve introduced so much, by now, our ad ti has passed—I’m sure the audience now understands how terrifying these weapons in those thugs’ hands are."
"Being unard is indeed stressful. At least that’s how I feel."
"Back to the riot."
"I wonder if this besieged thug can escape. It looks like those weapons are about to be used on them."
"If you ask , the Mackinaw was bitten off and got caught in the sandstorm. I think it’s in serious trouble this ti."
Whoosh!
The sandstorm was broken up by tall buildings near Night City, with Saint Domingo still as the farthest it could reach.
Near the entrance to Night City, visibility gradually improved.
"Hmm... Ti’s almost up. Let’s watch and see who will be the first to erge from this dreadful chaos?"
Who will be first?
Military Technology’s forces were stationed at the entrance.
No crossing the finish line.
Only crossing guns.
Boom—
Roaring engines nearly pierced through the storm as a drone captured a behemoth surging out of the storm!
The flas from fuel and blood on its body were still burning, spreading with the wind. People could barely see that behind it, a car had already been completely destroyed, losing control in the storm—
The radio’s Stanley instantly shouted, and one could hear bottles and cans smashing in the background:
"Military Technology’s garrison raised their weapons! Audience, I’m a fucking idiot; I made the wrong judgnt!
Evil Land Highway’s most brutal, fastest, strongest thug, conquering the storm and heavy weapons legend!
Most importantly, he conquered my €50,000 bet!"
Bang!
Military Technology forces fired rockets, exploding beside the Mackinaw, with the sound of fragnts battering the car body announcing the first place!
A total of twelve Wanderers suddenly rushed out from the side and fired at Military Technology. All these vehicles cleared a path before Mackinaw hit the entrance!
The Mackinaw charged through the now-empty defensive line into the next stage!
Then there was silence for a few minutes.
The radio’s Stanley raised a question:
"Only one car?"
This wasn’t about a €50,000 bet anymore.
It was about a €500,000 bet.
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