American Comics: BOSS Invasion

At the peak of Mount Akina in Gunma Prefecture, a group of extravagantly styled Bosozoku (Japanese biker gang) members were chatting idly, occasionally glancing towards the mountain road, seemingly waiting for someone.

Iwakiri Seiji shouted impatiently, "Hey, aren't we all here? Why haven't we started yet?"

"What's the rush?" Nakazato Takeshi smirked.

"We'll wait for him for five minutes at most. It doesn't matter if he comes or not; tonight is our showdown!" When Sudō Kyōichi spoke, his eyes were fixed on Takahashi Ryōsuke.

Takahashi remained silent, waiting calmly.

Ever since he witnessed Fujiwara Takumi's downhill run last time, he had been waiting for this day.

Suddenly, someone shouted on the radio channel, "The road up the mountain will be blocked in five minutes. Everyone, get ready... Wait, there's a car coming up the mountain! It's an AE86! An 86 is coming up!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the radio channel erupted with excitement, and many people cheered loudly.

Takahashi was invigorated, and Nakazato Takeshi, who knew Fujiwara Takumi's skill level, couldn't help but smile.

Then, they faintly heard the screech of brakes rubbing against the ground. Looking into the distance, they saw a blurry light that seemed to transform into a light dragon, speeding along the dark road.

The excited Gyaru (Japanese slang for girls) screamed with excitement.

The spectators waiting for the race couldn't help but shout. They had come specifically because they had heard of the 'Akina Mountain Ace' title, and they would have been disappointed if the AE86 hadn't appeared.

The roar of the engine and the screeching of tires alternated, blending together as if transforming into a steel behemoth, roaring and speeding towards them.

Takahashi and the others gathered around as two bright headlights suddenly appeared, and a familiar car screeched to a halt at the starting line.

Fujiwara Takumi got out of the car.

Takahashi smiled, "You really showed up!"

Having just gone through a difficult mental journey, Fujiwara Takumi, who was usually timid and reserved, was uncharacteristically emotional today.

He glanced at Takahashi but said nothing.

Sudō Kyōichi, dressed in black leather and with a towel wrapped around his head, sized him up and said indifferently, "So, you're the one they were waiting for. I heard from Seiji that you're pretty good. How about it? Do you want me to give you the lead position later?"

Fujiwara said calmly, "No need to trouble yourself. Please just drive faster later. I have something to do later."

The routine trash talk was over. Except for Fujiwara Takumi, no one else cared, but the audience enjoyed it.

In his opinion, there was no need to bicker when one could speak with strength.

A waste of time!

The three of them said nothing more, got into their cars, and waited for the start.

The roar of the engine sounded, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. A large number of indicator lights were placed on both sides of the road, flashing to indicate the recommended route.

The searchlights overhead shone brightly, illuminating the area like daylight.

"The mountain road is closed. The race can start at any time. Repeat, the race can start..."

Someone at the front of the road used fireworks to signal the safe flag language.

Someone started counting down in their ear.

"Five, four, three..."

Dora dora dora dora...

"Two, one..."

Rumble rumble rumble...

"Go!"

With an order, the three cars screamed and rushed out.

The strong acceleration broke through the air, forming a strong wind pressure. Almost in the blink of an eye, the taillights of the three cars disappeared.

But no one paid attention to them. Instead, they stared blankly at the sky.

The sound of propellers grew louder and louder. The downward wind pressure made it difficult for many people to open their eyes. Everyone watched as a military transport plane, carrying a huge container, closely followed along the mountain forest.

The commentary voice came from the ear again.

"Attention everyone, a military transport plane has appeared on the mountaintop. The shape is strange, and it's impossible to tell where it's from. There are no markings on the fuselage. It's closely following the three cars. I don't know what it wants to do... It's put the container down! The door is open! What does it want to do? It's a car! A red Ferrari LaFerrari has rushed out of the container."

"Wow, this is too much fun! The LaFerrari is also here to compete. It's accelerating! It's accelerating!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the armed transport plane landed like a dragonfly skimming the water. The container's lid opened directly, and a red Ferrari roared onto the mountain road. Amidst the roar of the engine, it caught up with the three cars in front in just three or four seconds.

The helicopter pilot was also a rare expert, leaving as soon as it touched down without stopping. After dropping off the Ferrari, it immediately took off and quickly disappeared into the night.

This sudden change made the crowd watching the race boil over!

They had seen all kinds of luxury cars suddenly appear, but they had never seen anyone jump directly from a helicopter to join the race, like a divine soldier descending from the sky.

This uninvited guest made this already anticipated race even more attractive.

Amu stared blankly at the disappearing helicopter, muttering, "No way, is that so cool? A helicopter even came out?"

"Attention everyone, attention everyone, a LaFerrari suddenly descended from the sky during the race and joined the race directly. It caught up with the team in just a few seconds and is now closely biting the tail of the 86!"

"Leading now is Sudō's E3, followed closely by Takahashi's FC, and then the AE86 and the LaFerrari."

Suddenly seeing another car pop out at the back, the three were a little surprised, but at this moment of concentration, no one thought about anything else. All their energy was on the race.

The mountain road was already narrow, and if the lead car ran a little too recklessly, it would put pressure on everyone behind.

The four cars passed the first bend one after another, with no changes in order.

"Everyone has passed the first bend. Their speeds have increased a lot. With a professional racer leading the team, everyone is indeed much happier. The LaFerrari hasn't exerted its strength, seemingly consciously restraining itself. What is it waiting for?"

Qi Shan held the steering wheel with one hand, looking at the familiar cars in front, as well as the shiny 'Fujiwara Tofu Shop' lettering on the AE86's body, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

As expected, it's those few troublemakers.

Qi Shan was quite surprised when Alice discovered them before.

He originally thought it was only the Tokyo area, but he didn't expect the entire country of Japan to be within the map range.