I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

three years ago.

At the foot of Haruna Mountain, the red Kawasaki H2 and the black and white "Warring States Samurai" stopped side by side on the side of the road.

Sosuke Araki and a taller man are leaning on the vending machine and drinking Dr. Pepper on ice.

"Damn it, it's rare for Kosaka Goth to take time out to run with me... This time, I'm only a little bit close, and I'll be able to beat you by a bit!"

Araki Sosuke squatted down and rubbed his face in annoyance, the golden jet's head was a little baffled with sweat.

Just now, he and Ryota Takasaka next to him reached the end at almost the same time.

This was the first time he was so close to defeating the opponent.

"Zongsuke, why are you playing locomotives?"

The man standing behind Araki Sosuke asked in a low voice.

"Of course, in order to one day surpass you, Kosaka, who is known as the "invisible taillight", and become a good man! Besides, I thought there would be many girls after becoming a gangster..."

Araki Sosuke replied of course.

Ever since he met the man in front of him on this mountain road, Sosuke Araki has regarded him as the object of his worship and the target of chasing after him.

Even the golden airplane nose was cut out because of worshipping the other party.

Every night, on the Haruna Mountain Road occupied by locomotives and cars, the "invisible taillights" of Kosaka Ryota would ride his red Kawasaki H2, appear in the smoky group of cars and stand in countless car lights. In front, smiled and greeted everyone.

No one could have imagined that it was this man who played locomotives, not for power or power, but simply for his liking, and formed the "Pheonix Runaway Group", the largest runaway group in Kanto.

At the same time, he is also the record holder of Akina Mountain downhill at 2 minutes 54 seconds and the "king" who dominates the Haruna Mountain circuit.

"I don't want to beat anyone when I play locomotives... It's just because I like Gunma, this mountain, and watching it retreat fast at night."

Ryo Kosaka sighed too much, took out a cigarette and lit it, hiding his face in the hazy smoke.

"Everyone who joins the Phoenix, no matter how unfair your destiny is and how difficult your life is, as long as you step on the locomotive, all you have left in your heart is surging enthusiasm... However, I don’t know that my enthusiasm can still burn on this road. how long……"

"Brother Gaoban..."

Hearing what he said, Araki Sosuke turned his head back and looked at him in surprise.

The members of the phoenix runaway group include all kinds of brothers, office workers, doctors, lawyers, workers, unemployed, and even police officers.

Because everyone was infected by the love of the man in front of them, they gradually gathered together, but now the source of enthusiasm actually said such things.

A white special attack suit swept across like a meteor in the night sky, covering his sight.

"This XJR4000 and that special attack service belong to you. This is the reward for breaking my record as you said before."

"Huh? But, didn't you say that it was good to pass this car to me after winning? It was just a tie?"

This black and white "Warring States Samurai" was the previous car of Ryota Takasaka.

Although the model is a little bit older, no matter if it is modification, adjustment or maintenance, he has spent a lot of effort.

When Sosuke Araki dared to apply to join the Phoenix Runaway Group without a locomotive, Ryota Takasaka agreed with him that if the opponent could win him once, he would give away the "Warring States Samurai".

"Idiot, although the'Warring States Samurai' is a modified XJR4000, but it can match my Kawasaki H2, you have already won."

When Sosuke Araki took off the clothes on his head in surprise, Ryota Takasaka had already stepped on his Kawasaki H2.

"Zongsuke, do you know what it takes to break the record of 2 minutes and 54 seconds?"

"Need your Kawasaki H2?"

"You muscular idiot... want to break through that record. What you need is to break through the fear of death when bending at high speed, step on the boundary of life and death accurately, and dance to your heart..."

At this point, Takasaka Ryota smiled self-deprecatingly, covering his forehead.

In extreme high-speed bending, it is extremely difficult for the driver to control the maximum inclination.

The more the angle of inclination and the more centripetal force, the higher the speed limit for cornering, but if a person accidentally touches his elbows or knees to the ground, it will be the end of a car crash.

"Every time, in front of the last centimeter, I will shrink back... the cowardice, failure and despair in the face of death, like a beast, continue to eat away my enthusiasm... Maybe one day you can go for me. Take a look at what the realm is after that one centimeter."

"So, how can I go beyond the last centimeter..."

Sosuke Araki looked at the starry night sky thoughtfully.

"You just need to hold the direction tightly, stare at the front, and make sure you hit the throttle to the end every second."

"Boom boom boom..."

Before Sosuke Araki could react, Ryota Takasaka had already started the engine and ejected.

"Let’s stop here today. After accepting that special attack uniform, you are the cadre of the Phoenix... Please join me to protect this organization that represents the boiling soul and the speeding life, so that it will not be affected by any rights and money. Get involved."

Leaving this sentence, the tall back figure gradually disappeared into the rising exhaust gas, turning into a red light that quickly went away.

...

"On the fourth corner, the two cars are close to the parallel and enter the corner at a distance of less than one meter! Wait..."

Suddenly there was an exclamation in the communication channel.

Facing the 180-degree "U"-shaped curve in front of him, Sosuke Araki still uses that wild and sturdy extreme bending technique, [Death to the ground].

And the RX-10 behind him was unwilling to follow him, and made a perfect drifting motion in a posture parallel to him.

The two cars entered the curve like parallel lines.

"Boy, I will teach you a lesson to let you know what is called an'underground car race'!"

At the moment of exiting the corner, the RX-10 relied on the auxiliary motor to make a thunderous roar, squeezing the XJR4000 of Sosuke Araki, and left.

"Hey, this is a reasonable collision."

Collision is the biggest advantage of four-wheelers versus two-wheelers.

"asshole……"

Squeezed gently by the opponent, Araki Sosuke, who was bending, immediately became unbalanced. The locomotive circulated and rubbed sparks on the ground, and finally, with its powerful maneuverability, came to a sudden stop in front of the guardrail.

"Brother Araki, are you okay?!"

"Damn, that guy did it on purpose!!"

Several men dressed as rioters immediately ran from the roadside and asked with concern.

Araki Sosuke quickly got up from the ground, lifted up the XJR4000 whose surface was torn and shaved, and looked at the opponent's taillight with high spirits.

"Don't worry. On this mountain, I will not give in to this suit and this car easily..."

He naturally knew that the other party had done it deliberately. If he hadn't been for his superb driving skills, he might have already been in the hospital if he was a different person.

"...Wait, what is that?!"

Before I finished speaking, I saw a locomotive and ghost appearing on the road behind the curve at some unknown time, rushing out behind the RX-10.

It was a red Kawasaki H2.

Going quickly to the top of the red taillights, the rider's white special attack uniform with black lettering is flying freely under the night with the gust of wind.

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