Madman

Gisele was also looking at Zhou Yi. Their eyes met in a gamble—an absolutely thrilling, life-or-death sprint that sent adrenaline surging!

Because in this sports car, which could break 100 km/h in three seconds from a standstill and exceed 300 km/h in fourteen, neither the driver nor the passenger was watching the road ahead!

And they were on city streets!

Very little time passed, yet for the people in the car, feeling that immense force pressing them into their seats and the violent vibrations, it seemed incredibly long. Under such circumstances, no one could know whether the next second would bring death in a wreck!

Gisele's face gradually stiffened, and her gaze began to drift uncontrollably toward the corner of her right eye, while Zhou Yi still wore a calm smile.

"Fuck, you're insane!" Gisele was the first to yield, hurriedly turning to look ahead.

How much time had passed?

Less than ten seconds?

Gisele was not sure.

But how far had the car traveled in that time?

Gisele did not know that either!

"Am I skilled enough?" Zhou Yi asked with a grin, still not turning to look at the road ahead.

"Enough, enough!" Gisele pointed agitatedly at the rear of another car they were rapidly closing in on. "Watch the road!"

"Hahaha!" Zhou Yi laughed loudly, turned his head, and returned his hands to the steering wheel. With a light turn, the car narrowly slipped past the vehicle ahead.

"Huff... huff..." Only then did Gisele let out a breath and barely relax. She realized she was drenched in cold sweat. "You really are insane!"

"No, no, no. This isn't being insane. It's having enough confidence in my own abilities," Zhou Yi said with a smile.

In fact, Zhou Yi had not lied.

With his current abilities, he could not glance at the road ahead and know what his car would face ten seconds later. His brain was not powerful enough for that.

But...

He could program!

The intelligence boost provided by the system was comprehensive. It was not limited to improvements in learning ability, thinking ability, logical reasoning, and so on.

Naturally, Zhou Yi would not waste his own advantages. He had taught himself a few things.

He had not been bluffing Roman before. He really had created an Artificial Intelligence. Of course, this Artificial Intelligence was not very sophisticated—it was just a mindless dummy.

It could not achieve fully intelligent autonomous driving, but within a certain range, driving in a straight line and avoiding a few cars were still things it could do.

Regarding that, Zhou Yi had only one thing to say—"What, does an Artificial Intelligence I made with my own brain not count as relying on my own abilities?"

There was absolutely nothing wrong with that!

"You're still insane!"

"If you say so, then I am."

Gisele was left speechless. After a while, she suddenly laughed. "Is this how you usually pick up girls? Have you never failed?"

"No." Zhou Yi shook his head and smiled. "I've only done it with you."

"Fuck, you mean this was your first time doing something like that?" Gisele's eyes widened. She had thought Zhou Yi had done this many times before, which was why he had been so bold!

"Yeah. What about it?" Zhou Yi said as if it were only natural.

"You madman!"

At the harbor.

"It was a little troublesome getting these things shipped over, and I still had to go through the proper procedures. Luckily, the customs officers here were pretty friendly and helped me a lot." Zhou Yi brought Gisele to a luxury yacht. Onboard, his men were moving boxed components into trucks, then transporting them to a warehouse not far away.

"Let me guess," Gisele said. "Money?"

"Money can solve most problems." Zhou Yi did not deny it. "I merely rented a yacht and came here for a vacation. As for bringing some parts along... that was only incidental."

Gisele's face darkened.

Why did she feel like he had just shown off in her face?

Still, now that she thought about it, having a billionaire beside her while they were planning to rob another billionaire's money... something about that felt strange.

Gisele stopped thinking when she followed Zhou Yi into the warehouse, opened a crate, and saw those "parts."

"You call these parts?" Gisele swallowed as she looked at the neatly arranged top-tier components inside the crate. "I've never seen such a complete collection of 'parts'!"

"Aha, as long as they're in pieces, they can be called parts, can't they?" Zhou Yi raised a brow.

"That makes so much sense." Gisele stroked the sleek vehicle frame, as though she could already imagine what the car would look like once completed.

"What I say naturally makes sense." Zhou Yi waved a wrench. "Let's get to work. Four times... time is still tight."

"Where did you get that wrench?"

"I just took it out of another crate." Zhou Yi swung his Otherdimensional Wrench, his expression unchanged.

Meanwhile, Toretto and the others also began their operation.

Although Zhou Yi's side had not finished preparing the car yet, Toretto and the others did not need particularly good cars for this little operation.

They needed to go to one of Reyes's money-laundering locations, tie everyone there together, gather up the cash, pour gasoline over it, and burn it all with a single match!

"Wait, burn it all?" On the way, Roman could not hold it in any longer. Just thinking about what they were about to do made him restless, as though needles were pricking his ass. "Why? Aren't we robbing money?"

"We are robbing money, but we're after big money." Han answered while chewing on snacks. "Reyes has places where he stores that money all over the city, and there are only so many of us. If we rely only on ourselves and rob them one by one, it's unrealistic—and we could end up in danger."

"That's right, so we need a little strategy to make Reyes gather all that money in one place himself. That would make things much easier," O'Conner said. "And if we want Reyes to do that, we need to disguise our purpose and make Reyes think..."

A while later.

Inside the warehouse, Toretto lifted a barrel of gasoline with one hand. In front of the thug who kept shouting, "You're dead!" "Do you know what place this is?" and "Do you know whose money you're trying to rob?", he removed his mask and poured the gasoline over the pile of cash.

"Rob?" Toretto chuckled. "No, we're not robbing anything."

"Go find your boss. Find Reyes, and tell him who did all this." Toretto tossed aside the gasoline barrel, pulled out a lighter, ignited it, and threw it onto the pile of money.

Gasoline and paper mixed together, and flames instantly surged upward. One look was enough to tell that this pile of paper, imbued with special significance and immense value, had thoroughly become wastepaper—and would soon turn into worthless ashes.

"And one more thing." As they walked out, Toretto's final words seemed to echo through the warehouse. "This is only the beginning!"

Someone asked me how they could flop every single time like I did. It's simple: just write seriously.