As the traffic thinned and they drove onto the main road,
the drug traffickers' car surged ahead, quickly reaching a terrifying speed of 200 km/h.
For a high-performance sports car, that wasn't even its limit.
But behind them, the blue-and-white Jetta police car stopped accelerating after hitting 150 km/h.
After all, it was just an old government-issued Jetta — built to last, not to race.
That it even hit 150 was already a miracle.
At this speed, the car visibly trembled.
Perhaps even the Jetta itself had never imagined it would one day run this fast.
Inside, Song Wenshan and Liu Yuqing clung to the handles, faces pale.
As if gripping them tighter might offer some psychological comfort.
Their minds were spinning.
A rookie cop with no license, driving for the first time, had taken this old Jetta to 150 — in city traffic.
They couldn't afford to think too much about it.
The more they thought, the more their scalps tingled.
Meanwhile, in the red sports car:
Seeing the police car disappear from view, Li Linfei relaxed,
his smug smile returning.
"Brother Penghao, the cop's done. Can't even see his car anymore,"
he said with relief.
"So, where are we heading next?"
Only Zhang Penghao knew the location of the hidden drugs —
that info wasn't to be shared unless absolutely necessary.
"Take two rights ahead and hit the mountain road," Penghao said,
his brows furrowing as he glanced at Li Linfei.
"Straightaways, fine. He can't catch you. But are you sure you can keep the lead on the mountain?"
"If not, we walk away from this now. We can pick it up another day."
"This operation cannot go wrong —
because if it does, we're both dead."
The warning sent a shiver down Li Linfei's spine.
He might've feared the cops,
but he feared the cartel more.
"Don't worry, Brother Penghao! Back in the day,
they called me the King of Corners!"
He pounded his chest with pride.
Soon, they reached the first bend.
Just a few turns and they'd be up the mountain,
away from the cops, away from surveillance.
The car slowed slightly.
With a clean drift, Li Linfei entered the corner like a pro.
It was a beautiful maneuver.
Seeing that, Zhang Penghao nodded.
Maybe the guy really did know what he was doing.
Relieved, he closed his eyes for a rare moment of rest.
He hadn't slept well in days.
But barely a few seconds passed before:
"What the f—?!"
Penghao's eyes snapped open.
He turned to see Li Linfei staring at the rearview mirror like he'd seen a ghost.
"No slowdown? Did he just... drift through at full speed?"
"You're joking. That's not a cop — that's a damn racer!"
In the rearview mirror —
the blue-and-white Jetta entered the bend without braking.
It let out a high-pitched screech as its tires slid against the asphalt,
drawing a perfect arc through the turn.
Though the car shook violently,
it completed the drift and re-entered the lane, rock steady.
Li Linfei was stunned.
Full-speed cornering.
He had only seen it once in his life —
during an international race,
when a car labeled No. 07 closed a massive gap with just a few corners
and took first place.
But that had been a professional race!
Top-tier drivers, reinforced frames, racing suits, traction mods...
And this guy —
a beat-up Jetta, driven by a 3,000 yuan/month patrol cop?
"Who's the real racer here, huh?!
When did cops get this kind of skill level?!"
Li Linfei couldn't process it.
"Quit staring!"
Zhang Penghao snapped.
"They're catching up — floor it!"
They had no exits now.
Once on the mountain road, there was no turning back.
If they were caught here, it was game over.
Realizing the urgency, Li Linfei slammed the gas pedal.
Back in the Jetta:
During that insane drift, Su Mo's eyes were burning with excitement.
"Hold on tight!"
Before Song Wenshan or Liu Yuqing could respond,
the car slid sideways, tires shrieking.
The world outside blurred past the windows.
Both of them were pressed hard against the glass
by the enormous lateral G-force.
Just as they started to recover,
the car slid again, whipping them to the other side.
Bend after bend, the distance between the two cars shrank dramatically.
At this rate, they could see the figures in the red car ahead.
"Is this really... your first day driving? Urgh..."
Liu Yuqing turned to Su Mo,
one hand gripping the handle, the other covering her mouth as she dry-heaved.
The high-speed cornering and brutal inertia
left her entire body in disarray.
She used to think drifting looked cool.
Now she realized: it was terrifying.
But even more disturbing than her nausea —
was the fact that this madman next to her
was allegedly driving for the first time?!
Song Wenshan wasn't vomiting,
but his lips were trembling.
Staring at Su Mo's burning eyes,
he felt a chill go down his spine.
"This damn Jetta can go 150?"
"This damn Jetta can DRIFT at 150??"
He swore to himself —
he would never get in a car with Su Mo again.
Never.
Back in the city's Public Security HQ meeting room,
the senior officials were dead silent.
The screen replayed the elegant drift —
perfect arcs, seamless transitions.
A Jetta doing that was almost an insult to physics.
None of them spoke.
But all of them were thinking the same thing:
"That's... a Jetta?"
"He really doesn't have a license?"
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