Chapter 653 - Competing (1/2)

Chapter 653 Competing

About 25 minutes later, Little K received the news that the others had reached the finis.h.i.+ng line. And at the same time, she sent out pictures of the road conditions to the drivers for their reference. Including Zhang Heng’s car, nine cars had already lined up at the starting line.

The starting grid had three rows. The leader decided to abandon the lot-drawing system, where they all agreed to let Zhang Heng’s Volkswagen be placed in the middle of the first row. On his left was the Porsche 911, and on his right was the millennial’s Mercedes-Benz SL.

Behind them were BMWs and Jaguars.

Regardless of the advantage of their modified cars, Zhang Heng was at a disadvantage even if their cars were not modified. The Porsche 911 could make the century sprint in 3.9 seconds, and its engine could churn out a healthy 420 horsepower. As a comparison, a Santana 3000 would get from 0-100kp/h in a leisurely 11 seconds, its engine pumping out a lethargic 110 horsepower. These two cars were not even on the same tier. The odds were firmly stacked against Zhang Heng, and there was a 99.9% chance that he would lose the race.

The 911 couldn’t reach its maximum speed due to the complicated road conditions, but even if Zhang Heng was a more skilled driver than the club leader, it was still not enough to make up for the gap between the two cars.

Although Tak.u.mi Fujiwara pitted his humble AE86 against cars that were a lot more powerful, the AE86 was heavily modified. If Zhang Heng could use his Polo to compete, he was confident he could win the race. For now, though, he needed to think of other ways to win.

Having planned for the worst, Zhang Heng was prepared to use the Water-Soluble Metal to cause some trouble.

Before heading out, he had already put a thumb-sized piece of Water-Soluble Metal into the half-finished plastic water bottle, and since it had been sitting there for almost two hours, it should come into effect right about now. After checking out the route, however, Zhang Heng felt that there was a chance for him to win in this race.

After all, now, only it was convenient to use Water-Soluble Metal to stir-up some chaos, but it would also bring him a lot of trouble afterward. Although the modified car club members weren’t professional drivers, they at least knew a thing or two about cars and would instantly spot the anomaly if they did a thorough check.

“Are you ready?” A skimpily dressed Little K stood in the middle of the road, looking at the nine cars in front of her.

Her eyes deliberately stopped at Zhang Heng’s Santana for half a second.

After she asked the question, the drivers all revved their engines up, like a group of hunks showing off their muscles.

Zhang Heng knew his car well enough to know that no matter how hard he stepped on the gas, the roar of the Santana’s tiny engine would be drowned out by the imports around him. So he simply extended his hand out of the car window and made an OK gesture, causing everyone to laugh at him again.

Little K smiled at him too. After confirming that all the drivers were ready, she raised both arms and started the countdown, “5… 4… 3… 2… 1… GO!”

And then, her arms came down.

Thus, the late-night racing compet.i.tion finally commenced. All nine cars lunged forward, like tigers breaking free of their cages!

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To make up for the gap between the high powered roadsters and his sedan, Zhang Heng used the launch control technique to gain the upper hand. He first engaged the clutch in a semi-depressed state and revved the engine up to 3000 rpm before the start of the race. When the lights went out, he completely released the clutch and put the pedal to the metal. Once the rev-counter neared its red-line, he s.h.i.+fted into second and continued to push the engine as hard as he could. After that, he would change gear again until the tires emitted white smoke. Once Little K said go, Zhang Heng released the brake immediately.