Under the manic roar, the black sedan sped down the road, dodging left and right, and the fleeting appearance made all the other cars on the road scold.

As you move forward, the scenery on both sides of the road passes by rapidly, with fields, greenery, buildings, and bridges.

This car is like a happy black leopard, running tirelessly on a certain road in the United States, roaring irritable as it runs, looking particularly arrogant.

It didn't take long for it to suddenly change its previous appearance and start slowing down, and eventually, the "leopard" stopped on the side of the road.

Then in the passenger seat, Bobby, with a broken hat, got out of it with his legs limp.

"I ...... I really regret getting in your car. He muttered with a pale face, his hands on the door, his back slightly stiff outside the car and breathing in the fresh air.

Bobby seemed to have just been tortured, and after a little relief outside, he turned his head to look inside the car: "The smell of sulfur in the car is too strong." ”

He spoke, not waiting for Charles in the driver's seat to respond, and turned his head to look at the road behind the car, the faint black marks that made him frown.

"The tire prints are too obvious. That's not a good thing. ”

Muttering, he walked to the butt of the car, squatted on the ground and checked it a little, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Hell, the wheels are full of brimstone."

As he spoke, he got up and came to the driver's window, looked at the young man and said solemnly: "Charles, you must be careful, if your car is a little faster, it is estimated that it will ignite everywhere." ”

Charles shrugged. Although it looks like a car, it is actually a hellish creature, and hellish creatures basically leave a trail of sulfur when they walk on the earth, and his nightmare beast is no exception.

"There must be gains and losses, I think this car is not bad, at least whoever you want to chase can be sure to catch up." Charles said, patting the steering wheel marked the red ram's head in his hand.

"Moreover, this car doesn't really need me to control, it can run on its own."

This made Bobby's face change.

"You mean, just ...... You didn't take the wheel at all? ”

"Hold it, but don't control it." Charles confessed: "Otherwise, how can it be so fast, I am actually not very familiar with driving." ”

"You can drive the ...... slowly"

"Isn't that urgent?"

"We've already called, and I'm sure Ellen won't have an accident."

"Believing is one thing, and being fast is another." Charles replied

"All right, kid." Rolling his eyes, Bobby muttered, "Get in your car again, unless I have Alzheimer's." ”

These words couldn't help but make Charles stunned.

"Then you ......"

Bobby waved his hand.

"Leave me alone, you go first, I'll give you a ride."

"In the middle of nowhere?"

"No problem."

"I think you're better to come up, at the speed just now, it won't take us long."

"Come on, I want to live a few more years, but I don't want to see God in advance."

“…… All right. Seeing his insistence, Charles nodded helplessly, and then stepped on the accelerator and "rushed" away.

……

Inexplicably there is an extra car, which can be reluctantly prevaricated, but inexplicably there is an extra car full of sulfur, so it is a little difficult to lie again.

Not to mention facing an experienced hunter.

Therefore, the matter of Charles's deal with the demon is naturally impossible to hide. But old Bobby didn't say anything about it.

First, Charles did not trade his own or other people's souls, and second, it was a personal matter of Charles, and it did not cause any bad effects.

So when Charles went to him after learning something, Bobby didn't say anything about it.

Even when he heard that this car was not simple, he was still full of curiosity.

However, this curiosity has basically been exhausted on the way.

With Charles here, the car's special ability will not come out to make trouble, but whether it is speed or smell, it is obviously not something that an old man can bear.

The smell of sulfur is a bit like rotten eggs, which is already unpleasant. And the speed, this car is far from comparable to ordinary cars in terms of driving speed and starting speed.

Just taking advantage of the lack of cars, this car soared to a speed of more than 300 per hour at the fastest, but this is not the fastest.

"It's just louder."

Muttering, he put Charles on the steering wheel with both hands and let the car drive automatically, and the accelerator on his foot automatically pressed to the bottom without him having to control it.

So much so that the car kept accelerating, accelerating, and accelerating again.

As a result, there are faint black marks on the road, and at the same time, the smell of rotten eggs wafts in the wind, accompanied by a strong roar, this fast-moving Dodge 1969 looks particularly arrogant and domineering like a raptor crossing the river.

Although the noise was quite loud, Charles was still very satisfied with the speed, but not long after entering the new society, he obviously forgot that there is a speed limit on the highway, and as a native beast of hell, it is naturally impossible for this car to obey any traffic rules under his ass.

So unconsciously, he caused a lot of movement.

……

The black car shadow was speeding on the road, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye, and under the roar of the storm, the ensuing wind blew the clothes of the state police standing in front of a police car on the side of the road messy, and also made his face a little black.

"Another speeding idiot!" Muttering, he picked up the walkie-talkie over his shoulder.

"Echo 37 call, please answer."

A faint rattle was followed by a response from within the instrument. "Command center received, please speak."

"There is a black Dodge on Route C of N-19 with a serious speeding license plate number of ...... Damn, I didn't see the license plate number. ”

As he spoke, he got into the police car and wanted to chase him, but by the time he put on his seat belt, the other party was gone. ”

Seeing this, he reluctantly slapped the steering wheel.

"Shit's modified car!"

……

South Dakota, Peel City, Police Department Regional Service Directorate.

The logistics staff are busy, and the noisy and orderly working atmosphere fills the entire office area.

The sound of crackling typing, accompanied by occasional conversations, made up most of the noise here.

In a busy state, watching the lightning-fast black shadow on the screen in front of her rampant across the road, a young black woman wearing a headset reported to the deputy director who passed by her.

"Echo37 reported a black Dodge that was seriously speeding. Our speed camera captured the target, and the license plate number was Arkansas-605SIN"

Deputy Director Cage nodded when he heard this: "Very good, ask the duty team to send someone to intercept ......"

It's just that before he finished speaking, a puzzled voice suddenly sounded not far away.

"Why am I seeing California-99NX328?"

"California car?" The two of them were stunned for a moment, and then the black woman couldn't help but look at the screen in front of her, and slid the mouse to check again.

But before she could start, a third voice rang out.

"How could it be California? It's Alaska! ”

“……”

"What I'm seeing is Delaware."

"What are you talking about? This is obviously a Florida license......"

"Yes......"

The originally orderly office area was a bit chaotic because of a speeding "little thing".

Attracted by this special event, some people who had nothing to do with themselves couldn't help but call up the surveillance footage, and they found that the license plate number captured by each camera was different, some in the southern United States, some in the northern United States, and even outside the United States, messy, no less than a dozen.

Including the deputy director, everyone was ignorant because of this.

"Did you meet the ghost car?"

It's a question, but no one can answer it for sure.

Everyone gave up their jobs for the time being, and couldn't help but keep repeating those images, and their eyes gradually became amazed.

The same was true of Deputy Chief Cage, who sat in an empty seat and began to control the computer himself. As a result, everything still seems supernatural.

was in a daze, and there was a voice not far away.

"That one has crossed the state line."

"Where did it go?" The deputy director frowned and asked.

"Iowa, Sioux City direction, eh, or does he want to go to Nebraska?"

"Iowa? Nebraska? ”

Director Cage muttered, then waved his hand and sighed, "Say hello to both sides." Let them have a headache. ”