Super Spender

Chapter 147 - 147: 143: This Feeling is Super Cool

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It was night. On the highways of the North and Central Regions, these truck drivers were in for an extraordinary night. Driving at night was more exhausting, although most drivers had already rested before. Driving alone at night is bound to be more tiring than during the day. That day, however, some drivers were startled by a peculiar vehicle.

Jay King was a truck driver who regularly drove on this highway. He’d done this route so many times, it seemed like he could drive it with his eyes closed. It was nearing 3 AM and he should be in his sleepiest state, but Jay was a seasoned driver. He put on his headphones and played lively music. With betel nuts in his mouth, he tried to stay as alert as possible.

Despite being a seasoned driver for over 20 years, Jay always drove cautiously.

He couldn’t afford any carelessness; accidents could be deadly on the highway. Jay didn’t want to leave his family to fend for themselves, which is why, after being a driver for more than 20 years, he had only a few minor accidents.

At this time, he was driving on the highest section of the highway, a four-kilometer-long elevated bridge. The bridge was built on two mountain tops, beneath was a ravine hundreds of meters deep. The bridge had a large curvature, and as Jay drove onto it, he glanced at the rearview mirror subconsciously, and his eyes widened in shock.

Off in the distance, in his rearview mirror, he saw an eye-catching streak of blue light. At first, Jay didn’t understand what it was, but he quickly realized it was from a car. Why is the whole car glowing though, and how could the blue light be so dazzling in the dark? As a seasoned driver, after a few glances, he noticed something else – the speed!

The speed of that car! Since it was a big curve, he saw the strikingly bright car from far away. But after a few looks, he saw the car speeding towards him rapidly. Jay glanced at his speedometer reading 90 km/hr. He was sure he was going at that speed, but it felt like the car was moving slowly compared to the oncoming car. Did his speedometer break?

He quickly reacted. His speedometer was working just fine; it was the other car that was moving incredibly fast! In the blink of an eye, the blue-glowing car whizzed past his truck and left him far behind. Jay managed to spot it was a sedan or a sports car, and the blue lights were two light strips on the car.

The lights, like breathing, lit from the front and dimmed at the back, creating a strong sense of speed. But that speed! Jay estimated the speed to be at least 300 km per hour! Unbelievable, 300 km per hour! This conclusion made Jay gasp. What kind of speed was this? It was the maximum speed for many cars even on the highway!

Some sports cars perhaps had a maximum speed of over 300 km per hour, but in such long-distance travel, it was impossible to maintain such high speed. Moreover, the car was likely moving even faster than this; 300 km per hour was probably just the minimum speed. Jay, having driven for more than 20 years and being very familiar with car speeds, if he observed another car’s speed, using his own as a reference, he could guess the speed accurately, within a 10 km range. But this time, he couldn’t because he had never seen a car going as fast as this one.

Over 300 km per hour! Was the driver trying to end his life?! When the car whizzed past him, sitting at almost 100 km per hour, he noticed the tail light stretched into a long light strip in the night, a result of the car moving way too fast for the human eye to keep up.

If Jay could see the nearby radar speed meter, he would see that it read 366 km per hour!

Finn Lewis, of course, didn’t know this. In fact, no one in the car knew. Finn was abruptly woken up by Olivia Thatcher. “Master, wake up.” Olivia’s voice roused Finn.

“Ah, have we reached the toll station?” Finn rubbed his eyes, somewhat dazed, and then opened them. The sky outside just began to brighten. As Finn sat up and saw the toll station outside, he did a double-take and instinctively rubbed his eyes. Confirming he wasn’t seeing things, he blurted out: “Holy shit!”

“What happened?” Fishy Wells opened her eyes, also quite confused.

“Look at the name of the toll gate outside.” said Finn, at a loss for words.

Fishy Wells lazily raised her head to look, “Legacy City Toll Station. So, what about it?” Fishy was still half asleep.

“Where are we headed?” Finn asked with a hint of exasperation

“Huh?” Fishy Wells paused, then her expression changed as if she just remembered something. Her sleepy eyes widened in shock.

“What time is it now?” Fishy Wells asked instinctively.

“Just past 6 in the morning,” replied Finn, with a resigned smile.

“11, 12, 1…” Fishy Wells began to count unconsciously, “…8 hours?! We are over 2100 kilometers away from Celeston City, aren’t we?”

Finn was completely speechless. Damn! We drove over 2100 kilometers in 8 hours, on average exceeding 260 km/hr! And how did Olivia Thatcher manage to get past so many toll stations on the way? Overwhelmed, Finn didn’t even want to think about it. If he had known that Olivia’s top speed last night had reached 400 km/hr, he didn’t know what he would have thought.

Now, it was his turn to line up. Finn had no time to think. His seat automatically rose up. Finn picked up the toll card on the dashboard and, opening the car window, handed it to the clerk in the booth.. Only after he had handed over the card did he remember that there would be a record of the time on it!