In Fals data livestream statistics.
The number of viewers connected to the entire underground race livestream had long since exceeded one million.
And the name Driver No. 25.
Tonight, it would undoubtedly become a name watched by all of Michigan, and perhaps even all of America.
The host said excitedly:
"Just how far can that deep-blue streak of light, Blue Margarita, go?"
"Could he break the one-hour record?"
"No—could he bring it down to under fifty minutes? I don't even dare imagine it."
Every spectator present.
At this moment.
There was probably not a single one who did not want Driver No. 25 to break the record.
Even the Scavenger Organization was convinced.
Their leader knew Grace and knew he was one of the few people in the City of Chaos who could be called a good man.
Su Wen's willingness to risk losing the race to save Grace in such danger.
Had completely won them over.
Meanwhile.
The ones cheering most wildly were the lunatics of the Carnival Convoy.
That was right.
If there was any force in Detroit that could be called a gathering place for madmen.
The Carnival Convoy would absolutely rank first.
Now.
This group had also become Su Wen's loyal supporters.
On the screen.
There were no longer any opponents on the long Death Acceleration Track ahead of Blue Margarita.
Only himself remained!
"Record time: 47 minutes and 37 seconds!"
"48 minutes and 54 seconds! He's close—he's almost at the finish line!"
The host shouted.
"He's there! He's crossed the finish line!"
"Final time: 49 minutes and 23 seconds."
"Blue Margarita has set a record that even those who come after will never be able to surpass."
She shouted,
"This is a miracle!"
"He won!"
"Blue Margarita! Champion!"
"Blue Margarita! Blue Margarita! Champion!"
The audience erupted in cheers.
He was now the undisputed underground racing god of Detroit.
"I admit it, before this race, I never imagined any driver could push the record this far.
Does anyone have suggestions for what we should ask during the champion's interview later?"
The host said excitedly.
But then.
As she looked at the lone figure on the main screen.
She was somewhat confused:
"He's already reached the finish line. Why hasn't Driver No. 25 slowed down or braked?"
"Not only has he not slowed down, his speed is actually increasing even further.
He's still accelerating!"
No, Su Wen had not hit the brakes.
Instead.
Only now had he truly activated every modified module on this race car burning with icy blue flames:
Protective systems activated Target coordinates confirmed Auxiliary airflow balancing system activated Pre-impact collision buffer layer deployed "RTU-E4" Deep Blue Supercharging Counteracting Module fully activated Functional systems overloaded. Current overload output: 373%
In an instant.
The car entered an unrestricted state, its body reshaping into flowing lines seemingly designed to resist wind currents and impacts.
"Full speed ahead!"
Su Wen shoved down the red lever by his right hand.
Grace did not understand what he intended to do, but at least his Speed Control ability had already been activated in advance.
Hurricane surrounding Speed and Passion, speed boost: 500% About to break through the critical speed threshold
"What are they trying to do?"
The host cried,
"Blue Margarita is about to fly off the cliff and crash into the Leis Angton Building!"
That was right.
Compared to a living legend.
Perhaps dying at the height of everyone's attention would push his reputation to a peak no one could ever reach.
But Su Wen had no intention of making a lightning-fast exit like that.
Instead, everything was proceeding according to plan.
His target was clear.
The towering neon building in the distant Leis Angton Coastal Factory District.
'Tonight, your name will be remembered by the City of Chaos.' Phase Two objective exceeded expectations Phase objective changed Your next objective has changed to: eliminate the Leis Angton Special Response Unit, 'Trauma Team' And eliminate the manager of Leis Angton's Detroit branch.
"Grace, would you feel any psychological burden killing those Leis Angton scum?"
"Psychological burden? I've hated them to death for a long time!"
The burly Black man laughed.
"Charge! Charge!"
At this moment.
The ring-shaped structure within the race car changed completely, and the surround-sound system began playing the incredibly stirring in-car song, "We Own It":
(This is the life I chose)
(When I hear)
(Gunshots ringing out in the darkness)
(Our boiling flames)
(Will ignite this night in an instant)
In an instant.
The race car completely shot off the track.
A pale white membrane covered its body.
In midair, it deployed glider wings and jet thrusters trailing blue flames.
Like the Wings of the Sky forged from humanity's finest technological achievements.
Achievement completed: Soaring Through the Sky Achievement description: Night City slips past my fingertips, over my head, and beneath my feet.
Su Wen's car hurtled through the air at extreme speed, heading straight for the Leis Angton Building.
He struck a cool forward-pointing pose:
"Now, the true climax of the night is finally here."
In an instant.
A massive boom rang out.
With energy surging through it and tremendous kinetic force behind it, the race car's specialized ramming device pierced straight through the Leis Angton Building's sturdy outer wall.
Countless viewers watched this scene in shock.
"Driver No. 25 has lost control?"
But in the next second.
Every gang received a letter from the anonymous Driver No. 25 in their inboxes;
To all outstanding gang leaders and Resistors:
I want to tell you a story. A disgusting story about Leis Angton capturing human children to research Abyss Aberrations.
And about two people who had been fighting all of it alone.
The former champion, Grace Arnold, and White Hound Vern Onions.
At the same time, Driver No. 25 hereby sincerely invites all of you to become my 'accomplices.'
All revenue belonging to the Leis Angton Group goes to whoever can seize it.
Of course, you can also choose to turn a blind eye to the disappearance of your family, brothers, and loved ones who have been through life and death with you.
That would demonstrate your fear of and obedience toward the megacorporations!
It would also prove that your so-called 'spirit of resistance' is nothing but a pile of shit!
That concludes my greetings.
I wish you all a pleasant night.
Signed: Night Watch - Rhine
"He did it on purpose!"
"Night Watch? He's actually Night Watch!"
"You little bastard, using a provocation tactic, huh? I make my living taking on megacorporations.
Those animals should have tasted what it feels like to spend decades surviving in the mud!"
"Rippers are in on this job!"
"Go back and prepare the gear. Bring out those RPG-29 rocket launchers we stored away."
Everyone present was fired up.
What Leis Angton had done had truly crossed the bottom line of humanity.
And Driver No. 25.
That racer who called himself Rhine.
His 'polite and elegant' greeting.
Had ignited the fire in everyone's hearts.
Watching the crowds in the massive race venue continuously split off for the coming operation.
Old York of the Fals Merchant Guild lit a cigar.
Within the pale gray rings of smoke, for the first time, he did not evaluate things based on profit. Instead, he opened his eyes and said in a tone of admiration,
"A madman beyond anything Detroit could imagine. A true legend worth investing in."
"Boss, about what Rhine Mr. mentioned earlier?"
The assistant beside him asked.
Old York smiled:
"Agreed. Not only agreed—I'll increase the bombing budget and the number of armed troops. Who wouldn't want Leis Angton's good stuff?"
Meanwhile.
Beneath the flickering neon lights.
The Carnival Convoy's leader smashed the whiskey bottle in his hand and laughed loudly:
"Hahaha, now that's the most fitting opening line for a carnival party."
"Boss, you mean?"
"What else could I mean? Grace has held on alone for so long. We're going in."
"8,625 armed motorcycles, all start up!
Tonight, every one of us is an accomplice to Grace and the legend, Rhine!"
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