As the cars landed, it was immediately obvious which team held the upper hand.
Leon's crew shot forward the instant their tires touched the ground — engines roaring, hitting a hundred in seconds. Six of them moved like lightning, leaving nothing but the echo of burning rubber behind.
By the time Dom's team even hit a hundred, Leon's cars were already pushing two hundred — raw, effortless power. Their acceleration was so brutal, it bordered on impossible.
Dom gripped the wheel, his expression hardening. Every time he raced Leon, the pressure felt unbearable. The man was too fast — so fast it felt suffocating. And now, it wasn't just Leon — his whole crew was just as deadly behind the wheel. Not a single weak link among them.
"What the hell's with their cars?" Brian muttered, eyes flicking to his speedometer. Even past the hundred mark, he couldn't catch up.
"How the hell did Leon get his hands on so many tuned monsters?"
Dom's voice dropped, deep and grim.
"He's got powerful backing. No way he built all that alone."
To rise so high, so fast — to have six hyper-modified cars ready on demand — it had to come from somewhere. Tech, money, logistics — all of it screamed influence. And Dom didn't like not knowing who was pulling the strings.
"No one's been able to trace where his support's coming from?" Tej asked, frowning.
"No," Dom shook his head. "He's covered his tracks too well."
They'd tried digging into Leon's background — and found nothing. No Twitter, no Google account, no school or birth records. It was like he'd just… appeared one day. Even his garage — that sleek, high-tech workshop — had gone up overnight. Neighbors swore they'd never even heard construction noise.
That mystery made Dom cautious. Leon wasn't just a racer anymore. He was an enigma — and that made him dangerous.
"They're too fast," Roman groaned. "I can't keep up!"
He'd never been much of a racer, and it showed. No matter how he pushed the pedal, he couldn't match Leon's crew. Their machines were simply on another level.
"Just stay alert," Dom ordered. Even he had to admit — this time, he was impressed. He'd underestimated them. Leon's team wasn't just fast — they were precision incarnate.
Three hundred kilometers an hour — no hesitation.
Even on tight mountain curves, they drifted cleanly, sliding through corners with blistering control. The speed — the fluidity — was unreal.
Up on the mountain peak, Moses — the local warlord — finally noticed the commotion.
"Send the intercept team," he ordered coldly.
Within minutes, more than twenty black superbikes roared to life, riders armed and masked, storming down the mountain toward Leon's group.
From inside the Diomas, Leon spotted them first — black silhouettes cutting through the dust.
"Hostiles approaching," his AI, Momo, reported in her soft, childlike voice.
"Bikes identified as BMW S1000RRs. Top speed: over 300 kilometers per hour. Zero to a hundred in 2.3 seconds. Proceed with caution."
Specs and visuals popped up on Leon's HUD — sleek black superbikes with aggressive twin-lens headlights and a lightning-shaped frame design.
"BMW double-Rs," Leon murmured, eyes narrowing. "Someone's spending big."
Twenty of those bikes wasn't cheap. Clearly, Moses' crew was loaded — and desperate.
But Leon wasn't worried. His Diomas was armored, as were the others behind him — Guo Da, Hattie, and the rest. They could take gunfire if it came to that.
"Scan for Ramsey's location," Leon commanded.
Momo's processors hummed.
"Activating ultrasonic scanner…"
After a moment, a soft chime sounded.
"Three kilometers ahead — one suspicious truck. Possible target inside."
Momo hesitated.
"I can't confirm visually — it could be a decoy."
Leon exhaled slowly.
"If only we had the God's Eye, we'd know for sure."
That thought made him crave the device even more. With God's Eye, they'd have eyes on every target, every corner of the world — no guessing required.
He switched on the team mic.
"All units — target truck, three kilometers ahead. Surround and intercept."
The route ahead wound up the mountain — deep inside Moses' territory. No civilian traffic, no witnesses. Any vehicle out here was suspect, especially a truck that size.
"Copy that," his six teammates answered in unison.
They spread out in a perfect wedge formation — engines howling, accelerating as one. The roar echoed off the cliffs like thunder, shaking the whole mountain.
From miles away, even the base at the summit could feel it — that sound of speed, of power.
"They're accelerating again," Brian said, stunned.
"On a mountain road? That's suicide," Tej scoffed. "They'll go flying off the cliff."
At that speed — pushing three hundred — one mistake meant death. But Leon's crew didn't flinch. They leaned into the curves, drift tires biting the asphalt, sparks flying.
Up ahead, the truck driver finally noticed the storm of engines bearing down on him.
And the chase began.
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