"Kawasaki H2?! Could it be...... No way! I'm going to see which bastard dares to ......"

Looking at the Kawasaki H2 speeding away and the white figure, Sosuke Araki's pupils shrank.

Countless similar images buried deep in my memory came to my mind clearly.

"Brother Araki, what are you talking about?"

The few people next to him didn't seem to see the red locomotive that suddenly appeared, and their faces were dazed.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Stepping onto the locomotive without wasting a second, Sousuke Araki immediately disappeared in front of the eyes of several people......

"Wait...... Brother Araki? ”

After Sousuke Araki left, one of the sharp-eyed men looked at the road, and his face suddenly changed.

On the asphalt pavement, a pool of red blood reflected a bewitching glow in the moonlight.

……

"The two cars collided in the fourth corner, XJR4000 stopped, and now they have caught up again......

At the top of the mountain, everyone heard the message on the walkie-talkie, and several people in the city palace turned pale.

"It's despicable!"

"The dignity of the group of three, is that all?"

"Hey, that's it! The indiscriminate race is not as simple as you think......"

Hearing this, Jinshan Zhang showed a cruel smile.

Although I expected it for a long time, it seems that it is not easy for that classic car to force Taiyi to use a reasonable collision.

……

On the pitch-black mountain road, Sousuke Araki broke through the vast white fog and skimmed the corners with a delicate press, chasing the RX-10 running below.

The left cuff of his special attack suit had been stained red with blood.

Drops of blood were dripping down his cuffs onto the body, drenching into the interior along the XJR4000 broken shell, into the frame, into the engine, into the transmission, into the tires......

It was caused by the friction and scratch between the arm and the ground when he fell to the ground before.

The pain in his arm only made Sosuke Araki's consciousness more sober.

"Come on, Sengoku Samurai, although the nose of the plane is temporarily gone...... But we, who have inherited the will of Brother Takasaka, can't lose. ”

"Boom ......"

As if in response, the "Sengoku Samurai" let out a beast-like roar, and its speed continued to soar.

Engrossed in galloping through the night, Sosuke Araki only felt that the "Warring States Samurai" who had been with him for many years under him gradually had a sense of heart-to-heart and fingers.

The friction between the tires and the ground, the release of horsepower, and the route into the corners, combined with keen intuition, were engraved in his mind bit by bit, like a mirror.

For the first time, he seemed to be one with the "Sengoku Samurai" and turned into a fierce beast running in the moonlight.

……

On the ramp ahead, the RX-10 maintained its furious speed, driving on the ramp with staggering extreme driving skills.

"Hmph, let you know that I, Taiyi Shark Island, am the strongest king of Hazuna Mountain!"

"Boom ......"

Just when Taiichi Sameshima thought he was far ahead, the roar of a motorcycle came from behind.

He subconsciously looked in the rearview mirror, only to find that there was no light behind him.

"Hmph, blind pursuit...... That guy caught up so quickly?"

Blind pursuit refers to turning off the headlights during a race so that the opponent cannot detect that a car is coming up from behind.

This technique requires a complete memory of the track to be used.

Shark Island Taiyi naturally won't let the rampant clan in the rear get his wish.

He then slammed down the throttle and raced forward with full concentration.

However, the distance between the two sides did not widen again.

As the roar got closer, the locomotive behind him with no headlights appeared in his rearview mirror like a ghost.

"It seems that I didn't touch it hard enough just now......"

Thinking so, Sameshima glanced in the rearview mirror......

Under the white moonlight, the locomotive behind can be vaguely seen, and it is a red Kawasaki H2 with the title of "King of Land".

Kawasaki H2...... No wonder, did the change of car catch up? ”

He only caught up when the other party's classic car was broken and pragmatically replaced with a locomotive with explosive performance.

"Wait......"

Looking through the rearview mirror, he suddenly noticed that the rider in the special attack suit on the car had nothing above the wide collar......

Headless Horsemann.

"Damn, this kind of shady move, do you think it can scare me? I knew that it was this group of mobsters who were involved in the past, and they must have been wearing a wide cosplay suit and hiding their real head in their clothes. ”

Seeing the other party's "lower three indiscriminate" shapes, thinking of several accidents before, Sameshima Taiyi laughed instead of being angry.

Tonight, no matter what kind of headless horseman or king of the land you are, you will be convinced of your defeat!

"The RX-10 has just passed the sixth big turn...... Threw XJR4000 two corners...... There are still two corners on the verge of going into a five-in-a-row hairpin!"

The observer at the bend seemed to be completely oblivious to the headless rider with no headlights following the RX-10 as it turned the corner.

"Hmph, the winner has been decided......

At the top of the mountain, hearing the news, Jinshan Zhang had an expression of victory.

"You despicable guys, don't talk too early, Brother Araki is ......"

Tokimoto Miyayuki clenched the walkie-talkie in his hand and looked worriedly at the track below.

……

"This group of naïve guys, is it necessary to have such a big battle in a car race......

The five hairpins bent into an intersection in front of the bend, and the Harumoto Kairen, who had already started the engine and was on standby on the LEVIN, wearing the spirit detection goggles, smiled a little disdainfully.

He was the kind of pure driver who spent days and nights on the trail, focusing only on the track and the car itself, not caring if there were spectators on either side of the road.

"Uh......h Boom Boom Boom ......"

"The first car is coming......"

The yellow RX-10 sports car, with the momentum of being a self-servant, came out of the side corner, broke through the white mist, and broke into the sight of the three people.

"Yellow RX-10...... Did Taiichi Sameshima run this one himself? ”

Seeing the handsome RX-10, Harumoto Hairen showed a complicated expression.

Due to Gunma Prefecture's bad habit of "putting unknown liquids in the car and letting teenagers deliver goods late at night", he and Sameshima Taichi have been competing with each other on this late-night mountain road since childhood, and although the losers will disappear for a few days due to "physical discomfort" from time to time, they can be regarded as friends and foes with each other.

When he was transferred here to perform a mission a month ago, he found that the two of them, who had been absent for many years, had implemented their respective driving skills and embarked on completely different life paths.

Because the police and Jidao are on opposite sides, the mission must also be carried out secretly, and he does not recognize the other party.

On the mountain road, in the sight of the three people, no matter how the RX-10 accelerated, the Kawasaki H2 with no headlights always hung five meters behind it like a ghost.

On the car, there was a white special attack suit rider whose face could not be seen clearly.

Because, the rider didn't even have a head.