nyslfriends Chapter 197 Flashback: Brakes Failure, Flames Soar into the Sky
Chapter 197 Flashback: Brakes Failure, Flames Soar into the Sky
"Boom!"
The deafening thunder seemed to blast a hole in the sky.
The gale-force winds, accompanied by torrential rain, lashed against the windshield like a barrage of machine gun bullets.
The windshield wipers were on the highest setting, swinging back and forth like crazy, but they still couldn't clear the torrential rain in front of me.
The roar of the twelve-cylinder engine echoed through the empty mountain road, carrying a hysterical ferocity.
This is a silver Aston Martin.
Behind the steering wheel was a young, arrogant, and spirited face.
That was Lin Zhou at the age of nineteen.
The young master of the Lin family in Beijing is a notorious racing maniac in the industry.
"Brother Zhou! Slow down! The rain is too heavy!"
In the passenger seat, a chubby young man gripped the door handle tightly, his face ashen.
That's A-Cheng.
Lin Zhou's childhood friend, who was also his most loyal follower.
"What are you afraid of?"
The young Lin Zhou curled his lips into a defiant smile. Instead of slowing down, he stepped on the gas.
"I could drive down this Akina mountain road with my eyes closed!"
"Hold on tight, fat guy, I'm about to show you what a real drainage bend looks like!"
The speedometer needle was rapidly approaching the red alert zone.
One hundred and forty.
160.
One hundred and eighty.
The shadows of the trees outside the window twisted into blurry black lines in the downpour, rushing backward.
"That's a devil's bend ahead! A huge U-turn! Zhou, slow down!"
As Acheng watched the cliff sign getting closer and closer, his voice trembled with tears.
"Making a fuss over nothing."
Lin Zhou chuckled softly.
He skillfully removed his foot from the accelerator.
With absolute confidence, he slammed on the brake pedal.
Get ready for an extremely beautiful drift.
however.
next second.
His smile froze instantly.
hard.
It's as hard as a piece of pig iron!
No matter how hard he tried, the brake pedal, which should have been extremely sensitive, remained completely still!
I can't step on it!
"Grass!"
Lin Zhou cursed angrily, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.
He lifted his foot and stomped down hard again.
"Bang!"
My foot was sore from the force of the impact, but the pedal remained stuck in place!
The engine revs were still skyrocketing, and the immense inertia carried the silver beast like an out-of-control cannonball toward the guardrail at the edge of the bend!
"Brother Zhou? What's wrong!"
Acheng sensed something was wrong and shouted in terror.
"The brakes have failed!"
Lin Zhou's eyes were bloodshot as he gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to counteract the inertia by turning.
"Impossible! This car was just serviced yesterday!"
"Someone tampered with it! The brake lines are locked!"
A dying roar, like that of a wild beast, escaped Lin Zhou's throat.
A speed of 180 kilometers per hour.
Ahead lay a fragile, wave-shaped guardrail, beyond which stretched a bottomless, pitch-black cliff.
"Acheng! Protect your head!"
These were the last words Lin Zhou uttered before losing consciousness.
"boom--"
A deafening roar.
The sturdy guardrail was like paper in front of the out-of-control supercar, and was torn apart in an instant.
The car body took off into the air.
The intense feeling of weightlessness instantly overwhelmed all the senses.
The windshield shattered violently, and countless sharp shards of glass mixed with icy rainwater poured wildly into the car.
The moment the airbag deployed, Lin Zhou heard a clear cracking sound from his sternum.
At the very last 0.1 seconds before the car was about to plunge into endless darkness.
A blinding flash of lightning tore through the night sky.
A stark white flash of electricity illuminated the edge of the road.
Beside the gap in the broken guardrail.
A black sedan was parked there.
The car window was half-rolled down.
A man wearing a black waterproof trench coat was sitting quietly in the car.
He was holding a black umbrella, which covered half of his face.
The man just watched the sports car take off indifferently and quietly.
There was no fear or surprise in his eyes.
There is only one kind of chilling, masterpiece-like pleasure.
In the afterglow of the lightning, the man's right hand, resting on the car window, was precisely captured.
On the middle finger.
A dark red gemstone ring, gleaming with an eerie, bloodthirsty cold light.
"It's him..."
Lin Zhou's pupils dilated, etching that image and that ring deep into the very depths of his soul.
next second.
"Bang!"
The car crashed heavily onto a boulder at the bottom of the cliff.
The world seemed to fall into absolute silence at that moment.
Followed by.
It was an unbearably high temperature.
The fuel tank ruptured, and sparks flew everywhere.
The towering pillar of fire instantly engulfed the entire carriage.
"ah--"
The intense pain felt like ten thousand red-hot daggers piercing Lin Zhou's body at the same time.
His legs were trapped by the severely deformed center console, and his bones had been completely crushed.
But he couldn't feel any pain in his legs.
Because the flames had already scorched his clothes and burned his skin.
The despair of watching yourself being roasted alive is more agonizing than any physical pain.
"Acheng..."
He turned his head with difficulty, his vision blurred by blood and fire.
In the passenger seat.
That chubby little boy who always followed him around, laughing without a care in the world.
There was no sound at this point.
A deformed steel bar pierced through Acheng's chest cavity.
Blood dripped onto the burning leather seat, making a sizzling sound.
"Acheng!"
"Wake up! Fatty, wake up!"
Lin Zhou roared fiercely in the sea of fire, stretching out his hand, which was burned and mangled, trying to wake up the brother who had been with him for nineteen years.
no respond.
The fire burned brighter and brighter.
The scorching flames licked Lin Zhou's cheeks.
The light in his eyes gradually faded, and his vitality was being mercilessly drained away by the high temperature.
But in the last second before plunging into complete darkness.
Only one thought remained in his mind.
That ruby ring.
Those cold eyes.
"Even as a ghost... I will not let you go..."
……
"Splash—"
The sound of flowing water was amplified infinitely in my ears.
Lin Zhou gasped sharply.
It's like a drowning person who finally breaks through the surface of the water.
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
He gripped the sink tightly with both hands, his chest heaving violently like a bellows.
The raging fire was no longer in sight.
Steel that has not deformed.
There was no bloodied corpse of A-Cheng.
Only in the mirror did I see myself, soaking wet and pale.
Cold sweat mixed with the tap water that had just been splashed on his face dripped down his chin, leaving a puddle on the floor tiles.
reality.
That's so true.
The smell of muscles charred by fire, the excruciating pain of bones shattering, the despair of losing a dear friend.
It is completely and without reservation etched into his soul now.
Lin Zhou slowly raised his head.
Looking into the eyes in the mirror.
Her peach blossom eyes, which used to carry a hint of cynicism and a touch of nonchalance, have now completely changed.
Deep within his eyes, it seemed as if a ghostly blue flame was burning.
That's the murderous aura of a demon that crawled out of the deepest hell.
Extremely cold.
Extremely violent.
"Zhou, Li, Xing".
Lin Zhou looked in the mirror and pronounced the name slowly and deliberately.
Every word felt like being swallowed with blood mixed with gritted teeth.
He slowly straightened up.
She picked up the towel from the table and slowly dried the water off her face.
The movements were elegant, even carrying a cruel sense of ritual.
Outside the door, Su Qingge's voice could be faintly heard.
"Honey? Are you done washing up? Nuonuo said she wants to hear you tell a story."
Lin Zhou casually tossed the towel aside.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He forcibly compressed and sealed that overwhelming killing intent and ferocity in the deepest corner of his heart.
When he opened his eyes again, that gentle yet irritating smile was back on his face.
"My wife is here."
Lin Zhou turned around, pushed open the bathroom door, and spoke in a light and cheerful tone without a trace of malice.
"Tell that chubby little girl that tonight Daddy will tell her the story of the Monkey King causing havoc in Heaven. I guarantee he'll beat all those demons and monsters hiding in the shadows to death with one blow!"