Chapter 1 Catastrophe

Boom!!

A blue Bentley sped along the elevated expressway.

The large muzzle of a double-barreled shotgun pressed against Lin Xian’s brow, sending a wave of numbness through him.

Although he’d played it cool under the gun countless times in dreams, this was the first time it was happening in reality.

The feeling was both familiar and alien, sending shivers down his spine.

“Turn the damn thing around!”

The slovenly man cursed, jabbing Lin Xian’s forehead hard with the gun barrel.

This guy was clearly out of his mind... Lin Xian wisely turned his head and continued driving.

“Calm down,” Zhao Yingjun said, clearly frightened. “We can talk. Just put the gun down.”

“Shut up!!!”

The slovenly man roared, waving the double-barreled shotgun at Zhao Yingjun. “Stop the damn nonsense! Take me to see Miao Ke! I want to see her now!!”

Whoosh—

The biting wind on the elevated highway whipped past Lin Xian’s ears.

He drove cautiously while analyzing the situation.

Clearly…

The shortcomings of a convertible were painfully obvious—

The safety was terrible!

Remembering what the police had said at the banquet, Lin Xian now understood what was happening.

First, the female singer, Miao Ke, had announced her relationship, and this crazy, brain-dead fan couldn’t accept it, so he grabbed an old shotgun and planned to "die for love" with Miao Ke.

He knew Miao Ke's itinerary, knew she was coming to this banquet, so he brought a gun to the banquet to kill her.

To hide the weapon, he’d bought a bouquet of roses wrapped in colored paper, concealing the old shotgun inside.

Originally, he’d probably planned to enter the ballroom with the flowers, then shoot Miao Ke dead.

But a tip-off from a fellow fan had alerted the police, who arrived early to prevent the shooting.

The thug must have seen the police entering the venue in the parking lot, so he immediately looked for a place to hide…

And then…

This luxurious and expensive Bentley Continental GT convertible was in trouble.

The other cars had locked doors and roofs; hiding in this convertible was the obvious choice.

The back seat of this kind of convertible sports car was small, not designed to carry people.

The only uses were to transport dogs, or to place clothes, hats, handbags and other sundries, but the slovenly thug squeezed himself into the narrow space beneath the seat to evade the police.

Perhaps he intended to wait for Lin Xian to park and then try to escape.

But hearing Zhao Yingjun say that Miao Ke had arrived home safely and that they were both familiar with her... his "die for love" heart was reignited, and he coerced the two of them to turn around immediately and take him to Miao Ke's house.

At this moment…

Recalling those words from his autobiography 600 years later...

Just as Zhengzhi Corporation was taking off, Ms. Zhao Yingjun died unexpectedly in a shooting. She passed away at midnight at the young age of 23.]

Lin Xian completely understood the logic of cause and effect.

Lin Xian had originally thought that the shooting had happened on the way back from the ball, and that Zhao Yingjun had been accidentally caught up in it and killed.

But he was wrong.

The shooting didn't happen on Zhao Yingjun's way home, but at or near the female singer Miao Ke's house!

The police arrived, and the ball ended early at around 9 p.m., and the crowd scattered like startled birds.

And the thug had been hiding in the back of Zhao Yingjun's Bentley convertible, unnoticed when Zhao Yingjun got into the car.

Halfway home, the thug crawled out and used the gun to force Zhao Yingjun to take him to Miao Ke.

After arriving at Miao Ke's house, something happened, but Zhao Yingjun and Miao Ke were probably killed by the thug.

According to Lin Xian's original plan…

Because the shooting would happen on the road, as long as he changed the time and location…

It would be avoidable.

That's why he’d deliberately taken the wrong route, deliberately taking a big detour, sending Zhao Yingjun home via the outermost ring of the East Sea elevated highway.

He thought that this would definitely avoid the shooting.

But who would have thought…

The thug wasn’t ambushing them on the road, but hiding under the back seat of the Bentley convertible!

Even detouring to Mars wouldn’t have gotten rid of him!

So the two of them drove around with a gunman…

Thus,

The current predicament was born.

The thug pressed the shotgun against the back of Lin Xian’s head, forcing him to turn around and find the singer, Miao Ke.

……

“Big brother, let this lady out of the car, and I’ll take you to Miao Ke,” Lin Xian said, exiting the elevated highway at the next exit, preparing to turn around at the intersection ahead. “It’s not safe for you to stand like that; you’ll be easily caught by the police. Why don't you sit in the passenger seat and point the gun at me? I promise to take you there. Let the lady out first.”

“Huh?”

Zhao Yingjun opened her eyes wide, looking at Lin Xian in disbelief, not understanding why he was offering this idea.

To save her?

“No one gets out!”

The thug viciously moved the gun back, throwing the bouquet of flowers on the floor behind the seats, and then holding the gun with both hands, pressing it against the back of Lin Xian's head. “Don’t stop! Go! Hurry!”

The thug saw Lin Xian slowing down for a red light and poked him again with the gun.

Lin Xian had no choice but to speed through the light, turn around, and get back on the elevated highway.

He glanced at Zhao Yingjun out of the corner of his eye as he turned the steering wheel.

He saw that Zhao Yingjun was also glancing at him.

Their eyes met... but they didn't have enough tacit understanding to communicate. Neither of them knew what the other was thinking.

Actually, Lin Xian didn’t have any specific plan; he didn't know what to do.

This was the first time in his real life that he’d been hijacked at gunpoint, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

But…

He narrowed his eyes, staring at the road signs flashing by.

He had to think of something.

The thug was resigned to die.

He didn't care about his life; this trip was a path of seeking death for love.

According to Lin Xian’s guess, he would most likely shoot himself and Zhao Yingjun on the spot when they arrived, and then go kill Miao Ke.

Anyway, he was already going to be sentenced to death, so what difference did it make whether he killed one person or three?

He had to think of something.

The experiences in his dreams were very helpful for honing his mind.

Although there weren’t infinite chances to be reborn and repeat in real life, Lin Xian had had a gun pointed at his head so many times in his dreams that he was completely calm now.

He

Glanced in the rearview mirror…

The old double-barreled shotgun in the thug’s hand was quite old.

It was loaded with double buckshot, which was very powerful and could instantly kill small animals at close range.

It was great for hunting.

But if used for combat, it had two fatal flaws:

1. It didn’t have a magazine. After each shot, he had to open the breech and manually reload. The efficiency was extremely low, allowing only one attack opportunity.

2. The barrel was too long; in close combat, it needed at least half a meter of shooting distance to hit the target.

He just needed to make good use of these two points…

“Drive faster! Stop screwing around!”

The thug cursed, jabbing Lin Xian on the head with the gun barrel again! The barrel slid past Lin Xian’s right ear and poked him in the eye.

But the thug immediately pulled the gun back and continued to hold it against Lin Xian’s head.

Hmph.

Lin Xian snorted inwardly, having already thought of a solution.

“You want me to drive faster?”

“Enough nonsense! Step on the gas!”

Boom!!!!!!!!!

The 12 twin-turbo engine roared like never before, unleashing all 650 horsepower!

This blue beast was like a cheetah, a tiger, roaring and running wildly on the elevated highway in the darkness!

Finally, he could speed legally.

Buzz!!!!!!!!!

The ultimate feeling of being pushed back! The fierce roar! The violent acceleration!

The pointer on the speedometer kept moving to the right—

120…

140…

160…

180!

This was a city elevated highway with a speed limit of 80, but Lin Xian had already increased the speed to 180! The speed was still rapidly increasing!

“Lin Xian!”

Zhao Yingjun’s eyes were stinging from the wind, and she shouted in panic, “Don’t drive so fast! Slow down!”

190!

210!

230!!!

The roaring Bentley Continental GT was still releasing the full horsepower of its legendary W12 engine!

230 kilometers per hour was already twice the speed limit on the highway, but it was far from the limit of the Continental GT’s dashboard!

“Hey!!!!”

The explosive speed and the sharp wind made the thug in the back seat turn pale. “Who the hell told you to drive so fast!”

He cursed and poked Lin Xian in the back of the head again with the gun barrel—

Now!

Lin Xian suddenly tilted his head to the left!

The thug’s gun slid past Lin Xian’s right ear due to inertia and poked directly into the dashboard!

Screech—

Lin Xian slammed on the brakes, and sparks flew from the brake discs! The warning lights on the dashboard lit up instantly, and all vehicle control systems and driver assistance systems failed!

The thug was thrown forward between Lin Xian and Zhao Yingjun due to the sudden stop.

“Hold on tight!”

Lin Xian shouted at Zhao Yingjun, and then stepped on the gas again!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

The sound of tires skidding on the ground and the acrid smell of burning rubber filled the air! The 650-horsepower Continental GT shot forward like an arrow—

Thump!!

The sudden acceleration sent the shotgun flying, and the thug didn’t have time to grab it, and was thrown back into the back seat again.

“Lin Xian!”

Zhao Yingjun saw the thug pull out a dagger from his waist and quickly grabbed her handbag and threw it at him.

“Never mind! Hold on tight!!”

Lin Xian had already seen everything in the rearview mirror…

The explosive acceleration had increased the speed to 200 kilometers per hour in a matter of seconds.

And ahead was a sharp left-hand turn, which was impossible to make at that speed.

Not turning meant crashing into the wall!

Turning meant rolling over!

“Lin Xian! Ahead!!”

Zhao Yingjun screamed as she watched the elevated highway guardrail rapidly approaching.

“Hold on!”

Lin Xian shouted one last time, then gritted his teeth, stepped on the gas, and jerked the steering wheel to the right—

This was a move he’d done countless times in his dreams!

This was a driving skill he’d practiced countless times in his dreams!

There was enough horsepower!

Bang bang bang bang bang!!!

The beast-like Bentley Continental GT rode directly onto the curb, ran over the soundproof barriers! The entire car body almost turned upright!

But the speed was still increasing!

The end of the turn was ahead—

Swoosh!

The vehicle flew over the elevated highway guardrail, flying directly into the air!

Everything

Went silent…

There was no noise of tires rubbing against the ground.

There was no sound of the chassis colliding with the guardrail.

There was no booming sound of the engine.

Only a blue convertible soaring through the sky, reflecting the bright moonlight in the night sky, flying towards the opposite elevated bridge amidst Zhao Yingjun's screams…

They could make it!

Lin Xian gripped the steering wheel tightly, staring at the approaching road surface of the opposite elevated bridge—

Click.

“Huh?”

Under the elevated bridge, a boy who was taking moonlit photos for his girlfriend frowned, looking at the photo he had just taken in confusion...

In the black night, a convertible flew from one side of the elevated highway and headed straight for the other side. There was a man and a woman in the car.

The man gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the woman covered her eyes.

At the moment of the snapshot, their car just leaped to the center of the full moon, turning this great moonlight into a romantic backdrop, wild and spectacular.

“James Bond?”

The boy scratched his head and looked up at the convertible that had already flown over the moon and crashed into the other side of the elevated highway.

“East Sea 007?”