The system was telling him to stay low-key and just relax. For impression or what? He didn't know. Maybe it was to give the buggati driver a sense of satisfaction?
Whatever!
Parker's jaw dropped at the system prompt. His laugh burst out loud. "Oh, you sly son of a—"
"What are you blabbering about, master?" Tessa asked, narrowing her eyes at him through the video feed.
Ignoring her, Parker grinned and tapped Option 3. Imdiately, a rush of knowledge slamd into him like a tidal wave. His reflexes sharpened, his instincts exploded. Suddenly, every move—every shift, every turn—felt like second nature. He felt like a god of driving now. This skills encompassed all kinds of driving.
"Holy shit," Parker muttered, weaving through the tiniest gap between two SUVs without breaking a sweat. The Speedtail roared as if it could feel the change in its driver.
"What the fuck was that?" Tessa barked.
"Just enjoying the ride," Parker replied, his tone smug.
Tessa, not one to be outdone, floored it. Her car shot forward, narrowly missing a police cruiser that had tried to cut her off.
"Alright, Bugatti boy," she growled, her eyes gleaming with excitent. "Let's see what you've got!"
The Bugatti answered by accelerating so fast it looked like it teleported ahead of them. It drifted into the opposite lane, dodging oncoming traffic with terrifying ease.
"He's showing off now," Parker muttered, shaking his head.
"Damn right he is," Tessa replied, laughing. "But we're not letting him walk away without a fight!"
Parker glanced at her on the feed, catching her wicked grin as she slamd her Speedtail into a daring swerve.
The cops were losing their minds. One cruiser skidded off the road, crashing into a parked van. Another tried to box Parker in but ended up spinning out when he executed a flawless drift to dodge it.
The dia choppers were going crazy.
"Ladies and gentlen, we are witnessing absolute chaos on the 6th Street Bridge!" one reporter scread. "These drivers are out of their minds!"
Parker smirked as he heard the comntary through his phone. "Out of our minds? Nah, we're just living."
As the Bugatti zipped past them again, Parker leaned into the thrill. Every nerve in his body was alive, every sense heightened. The Speedtail felt like an extension of him, responding to his every thought.
"Tessa," he called out, his voice steady despite the chaos.
"What?"
"Let's make this bastard work for it."
Tessa's grin widened. "You're on."
Together, they surged forward, their cars cutting through the chaos like synchronized predators. Traffic scattered, horns blared, and the LAPD choppers struggled to keep up.
By the ti they reached the other side of the bridge, the Bugatti was still in the lead, but Parker didn't care.
The Bugatti danced through traffic like it owned the damn city, and Parker was glued to its tail. Tessa's Speedtail was right beside him, the two McLarens holding formation as they tried to pin down the mysterious driver.
Then, out of nowhere, the Bugatti's windows rolled down.
"Yo, what the—" Parker started, his focus briefly breaking.
And then he saw it—long, jet-black hair whipping out of the open window, catching the wind like a flag of pure arrogance.
Tessa's jaw dropped. "She's a woman?"
The windows slid back up just as smoothly as they'd opened, but the damage was done.
"Oh, it's on now!" Tessa growled, slamming her accelerator so hard it was a wonder it didn't snap. Her Speedtail roared like a beast unleashed, inching closer to the Bugatti.
Parker? He just smiled, the kind that said, This is getting real good.
The adrenaline rush turned into pure chaos as the LAPD decided to turn up the heat.
Cop cars sward behind them like a flood, and now, more helicopters buzzed above, their searchlights bouncing off the cars like they were on so kind of freaky showroom stage even though it was in middle of day.
"Uh, boss?" Tessa called, her voice laced with equal parts excitent and concern. "You seeing this?"
"Yeah," Parker replied, his voice calm but his pulse racing. Ahead, a police roadblock ca into view—spiked strips, barricades, the whole nine yards. "Looks like they're finally taking us seriously."
The Bugatti slowed just a hair, like it was waiting for them. It was almost insulting, the way it lingered just long enough for Parker and Tessa to catch up.
"What's she doing?" Tessa asked, her voice sharp.
"Testing us maybe," Parker replied, his grin widening. "Let's not disappoint."
The three cars rolled together toward the blockade, side by side like an unholy trinity. For a mont, it almost felt like they were in sync, even though none of them had exchanged a word.
Then, as if on so unspoken cue, the Bugatti accelerated.
"She's crazy," Tessa hissed.
"Guess we're crazy, too," Parker replied, his tone dripping with amusent.
The Bugatti hit the blockade first, its engine roaring like a jet taking off. With a flick of its steering wheel, it swerved into a sharp drift that sent it skimming along the edge of a barricade, sparks flying as its tires kissed the pavent at an impossible angle. The car's rear end swung wide, brushing against a cop car, which spun out of control and slamd into a light pole.
The Bugatti straightened out as smoothly as it had drifted, punching through the gap in the barricades like a knife through butter.
"Damn, she's good," Parker muttered, but he wasn't about to be shown up.
He downshifted, his Speedtail growling as he hit the brakes just enough to send it into a controlled slide. The car's nose kissed the pavent before Parker jerked the wheel hard, sending it skimming sideways through a narrow gap between two patrol cars.
Tires squealed, the acrid sll of burning rubber filled the air, and Parker's Speedtail slid past the blockade like it had been built for chaos. The rear bumper clipped a barricade, but Parker didn't even flinch.
"Clean enough," he muttered, shooting forward.
"Oh, you boys wanna play?" Tessa growled, her competitive streak flaring.
She didn't just drift; she owned the mont. Her Speedtail swung into a wide, cinematic slide that sent cop cars scattering like bowling pins. The precision was almost disrespectful—her car slid sideways so close to a barricade that the paint seed to shimr in the spotlight glare.
"You like that, huh?" she taunted, as if the LAPD could hear her.
Her car straightened with a snap, tires screaming as she launched herself after Parker and the Bugatti.
The chaos behind them was pure art. Cops crashed into each other in a frantic attempt to regroup, helicopters wobbled in the air as they tried to keep their spotlights trained, and the internet? Oh, the internet was losing it.
"THEY DID NOT JUST DRIFT THROUGH THAT BLOCKADE 😱"
"I don't care who wins. This is the best thing I've ever seen."
"LAPD TAKING L'S LIVE ON STREAM 😂😂😂"
"Bugatti driver is my new spirit animal."
"Speedtail supremacy, let's gooo!"
But as the three cars disappeared into the night, the road ahead stretched out ominously quiet.
No more sirens. No more lights. Just the dark expanse of asphalt and the faint hum of their engines. The road was eerily quiet...
Until they saw him.
Standing dead center in the middle of the road was a figure that practically glowed. His suit looked like it was made of molten gold, catching the faint light from the streetlamps like it was alive. His eyes burned with the sa golden intensity, sharp and unrelenting, and his hair seed to shimr, flowing like liquid sunlight.
And for crying out loud...
He wasn't alone.
And then the golden suited man took a step forward.
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