I'm A Baller - Chapter 434
Chapter 434: Comparing Who’s More Vicious?
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The story of this gamble was very interesting.
Because the main conflict was between the SCC and the SSCC, after a battle, or a negotiation, the SSCC, which had the advantage in the mainland, got the number one plate.
Huang Yiqing wanted to hide Wang Yan’s strength, so he made use of the fact that Young Master Pan was more experienced to give the number one plate to Young Master Pan.
So the SCC received the number two and number three plates and gave them to the drivers from Beijing, Hum and Ha Lai, to use.
Wang Yan received the number four plate.
Ha, the second driver should have had a name. He was strong, and his car was good. He was definitely more worthy of being famous than those who were freeloading.
However, the moment Beijing’s young masters made the decision to kill Wang Yan together, they were determined by the will of money to become tools.
The moment they received the order, they were extremely unconvinced.
“Hmph! You actually want me to be a roadblock… damn it!”
“Ha! You guys are really interesting. You think that the money I bet on myself is used to help Fatty Fu become famous?”
There were naturally people on the control panel who comforted him and told him the reason.
Today’s race was a one-man race.
Because the models were too luxurious, with more than half of the cars were worth over 20 million, and the drivers all being so young, it was too easy for accidents to happen if they had all started at the same time.
Therefore, a car would go off every 10 seconds. They would be ranked by the total time taken.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, they would start in turn.
So, the one to suppress Wang Yan, who was number 4, could only be number 3 on the field. If number 3 failed at suppressing him, then it would be up to number 2.
Milson, who was number 5 is not able to do this, so the only way is to sacrifice Beijing’s two drivers to help Milson.
This is the innate limit of the order, not that the two drivers from Beijing are bad.
In fact, the two of them were both very strong.
Hum is driving a Mercedes-AMG GT3, the GT3 king-level track supercar that was just finalized last year.
Hai is driving the Audi R8 LMS GT3, the classic champion car of the German Supercar race.
Purely based on the performance on the track, the two professional racing cars are better than the unmodified three godly cars.
Only in a weightless amateur gambling competition can one see today’s scene — the professional racing god car.
A Laferrari, a 918, a Koenigsegg, a Bugatti, a BBA’s GT3…
A big fight.
In the eyes of non-gambling enthusiasts, today’s scene was really good, worth remembering for a lifetime, and bragged for even longer.
But the stakeholders could not just sit back enjoy the game, their faces were pasted on the window glass, nervously breathing.
Car numbers 1 and 2 were lined up side by side in the departure area.
When the first countdown of 10 was completed, car number 1 suddenly moved out.
Car number 3 slowly stepped forward to fill the gap and stopped in front of the departure line. When the next 10 seconds were up, car number 2 roared and set off, and car number 4 stepped forward to fill the gap of car number 2.
The countdown continued.
Before car number 3 set off, Xiao Hum turned his head and stared deeply at Wang Yan.
They were all wearing helmets, so no one could see each other. The young master gave Xiao Hum a friendly thumbs up.
Car number 5 filled in. Milson and Wang Yan stood side by side, waiting for Wang Yan to move off.
The young master waved his hand again. Friendship first, competition second.
Then, a new exclamation suddenly came from the earpiece. “Be careful, they are going to do you in together!”
The moment he stepped on the accelerator, the young master’s eyes became extremely serious.
Friendship is friendship, who will stop me from winning? I will stuff you into the Bilotan Furnace!
The 918 roared as it rushed out of the starting line. After 200 meters of acceleration, it entered curve T1 at an initial speed of 186.6 kilometers per hour. Then, the rear lights of the R8 LMS GT3 appeared not far ahead diagonally.
You are a jungler, and you dare to mess with me?
The audience was also in an uproar. “F*ck! What is the number 3 racer doing? !”
“Turtle turn?”
“It’s only the beginning and he’s already taking out his weapon… how exciting!”
Harker calmly looked into the rearview mirror and curled the corner of his mouth into a smile. He had the demeanor of a calm and wise villain boss.
“If you want to kill someone, you have to kill them… come on, baby!”
The first test of the Shanghai Racing Circuit was a series of turns that started only 200 meters away from the starting point.
T1-T4, a total of four turns that formed the shape of the Arabic numeral “2”, T3 was not so sharp, but it was more closed up, the whole set of curves was very compact, the narrowest part was only 12 meters wide.
The spiral-shaped contraction curve was its official name.
The radius of the curve was reduced from 94 meters to 12 meters, really testing the driver’s skills.
The width of the road being 12 meters sounded very wide at first, and it was as wide as the ocean.
But in fact, drivers who often raced would understand that this kind of width was not enough for racing at all.
According to the rules of a standard highway, the width of a single lane had to be 3.75 meters, and the width of the road at 12 meters was only equivalent to three lanes.
It was more than enough for a normal driver to race at high speed, and a little carelessness would cause him to slip out.
The entire process would only take 0.3 seconds.
Brother Hum chose to do an extended cut here. Although it was a little shameless, he was extremely smart to do so.
A lion would use its full strength even when hunting a rabbit!
“Ha! I want to disrupt your rhythm from the start, disrupt your emotions, and force you to make mistakes… What will you do, my little brother?”
Seeing that 918 was coming out of T1 and getting closer and closer to him, Brother Hum sneered and began to speed up.
To suppress his opponent, he could not stop, and he could not be too slow either, or his opponent would find an opportunity to overtake him.
He had to maintain a similar speed, seize the track in front of him, and use all possible opportunities to slow his opponent.
He did not want to succeed in a battle and knock his opponent out of the field — even Young Master Harker did not have the courage.
He only wanted you to be the wind and me, the sand, lingering to the ends of the earth.
Thus, Brother Hum started to accelerate at turn T2. On the short-distance crossroad before entering T3, he used his secret ability to jump from left to right, swaying the back of the car like a drunkard.
Wang Yan’s turn T1 was very perfect. He cut in at the initial speed of 232 km/h. After a circular turn, the speed of the car dropped to exactly 110 km/h, and he started to cut into turn T3.
Normally, he would cut in from the outside line. When he reached the transition point, he would just slow down to 103 km/h, accelerate out of the curve, and step on the accelerator to the bottom after passing T4.
However, although there was no technical pressure, there was a sh*t-stirring stick in front of him.
Hum was stuck in the outside line like a drunk driver. He swayed in at a speed in the low 90s km/h. It seemed that he could turn the steering wheel again at any time and continue to slow down.
It looked silly, but it was actually very clever.
At this point, Wang Yan was left with only two options —
First, take the inside turn.
The problem was that the maximum speed of the T3 turn was about 107 km/h. He had to take the optimal route of going outside-inside-outside in order to get out.
If he took the inside turn, no matter if he was drifting or grasping the ground, he would have to slow down significantly.
The loss is too just great.
There are benefits, of course — you can change course with Harrington and use technology to overtake.
Secondly, following the R8 on the outside line.
You still have to slow down, but you can retain the route and the kinetic energy of the car, and race out of the corner with the R8.
The reason why Harrington is so difficult now is not because of technology, but because Wang Yan’s own speed is stuck on the limit when taking a corner.
There was no room for tolerance.
A slight mistake would immediately cause him to jump out of the track.
However, if Young Master Wang lowered the speed to below 90 km/h, it would not be so difficult to deal with Hum’s temporary jam. He could change lanes and accelerate at any time.
However, this method also had a difficult problem to solve —
The 918’s variable acceleration performance did not seem to be as good as the R8 LMS GT3. Once the speed was reduced, it would probably be suppressed all the way to the T4.
F*ck!
Of the two methods, it was inevitable that he would lose some of his speed.
It could be said that Brother Hum had given Wang Yan a warning right from the start. He had rich experience in playing eagle and was an excellent old b*stard.
Wang Yan was furious, but he had to admit that this guy was very difficult to deal with.
Sure enough, there was not a single weakling in those who could go on stage.
From the fact that the people from Beijing had joined forces in a short period of time, decisively flipping the table, to the fact that they had come up with a plan to persuade Hum to carry it out, to the fact that Hum shamelessly started sabotaging him right from the first corner…
They were all f*cking tough guys!
Alright, let’s play tough, huh?
I’ll take it!
The Car God Wang Yan gritted his teeth. Not only did he not slow down, he even added a little bit more speed. At a speed of about 112 kilometers per hour, he gently turned the steering wheel, changed to the inner lane, and cut across the center of the bend.
