After speeding past the urban roads of Westbrook, David pushed the accelerator to the limit, seamlessly merging onto the open highway. The asphalt stretched endlessly ahead, illuminated by the neon glow of the city's outskirts.
There were no more obstacles in his way.
No more rivals.
The final stretch was all about raw speed and control.
"David, thank you."
Krall, sitting in the passenger seat, finally exhaled the tension that had been gripping him. The rage that had burned in his eyes earlier was now replaced with a rare look of relief. "If it weren't for you, I might never have gotten my revenge."
David smirked but kept his focus on the road. "It was nothing. A corpo dog like Sampson deserved worse."
Krall chuckled, shaking his head as he glanced at David's sharp profile. "You little punk… Seems like my sister hasn't been wasting her time on you after all."
David's lips curled into a small grin, but his hands remained steady on the wheel.
The "Behemoth" roared beneath him, its engine a symphony of power and precision. The other competitors had long since been wiped out.
With Claire's vengeance settled, all that was left was the sweet taste of victory—and the hefty reward that came with it.
Buzz—!!
Just then, an aggressive, deafening engine roar came from behind.
David narrowed his eyes and flicked his gaze to the rearview mirror.
Headlights cut through the night, growing closer at an alarming speed.
Someone was chasing them.
Taking a second, closer look, David's expression darkened.
The Beast Gang.
"Shit," Krall muttered, gripping the dashboard.
The gang had been slowed down earlier in the race, but they never stopped coming. Now, with David's "Behemoth" slightly decelerating after using its hydraulic speed boost, they were closing the gap again.
Their leader, the infamous Savage King, spotted David's car in the distance and let out a guttural growl. "You dare humiliate me?" His thick fingers curled into fists before slamming against the dashboard. "Full acceleration! Unlock all kinetic energy!"
Every team in the Death Rally had their own tricks for the final stretch.
For the Beast Gang, it was brute force and sheer madness.
"Got it, boss!" one of the gang members responded, hitting the release switch.
VROOOOM!
The gang's off-road vehicles surged forward, boosted by their modified engines.
At the same time, gunners popped out from the sunroofs, weapons in hand, their fingers already tightening around the triggers.
"David, those guys behind us aren't here for a friendly chat," Krall warned, checking the mirror again. His expression tightened. "Shit. They're gearing up to shoot!"
David's eyes flicked to the mirror again.
The unmistakable insignia of the Beast Gang was emblazoned across the approaching vehicles.
"Innocent violence is their specialty," David muttered.
But this time, he was wrong.
The Savage King wasn't attacking for the sake of it.
He was furious—because David had outmaneuvered him earlier, blocking his path and ruining his chances at winning.
"Fucking bastard!" The Savage King's face twisted with rage. He climbed onto the roof of his armored truck, his massive, nearly two-meter frame towering like a beast in the night. In his hands was a modified Gatling gun, its barrels spinning hungrily. "Get me closer!"
The driver obeyed, steering straight into David's slipstream.
As soon as he was in range, the Savage King bared his teeth and pulled the trigger.
"Die, you son of a bitch!"
DA-DA-DA-DA-DA!
Gunfire erupted, the relentless roar of bullets shredding through the air.
The rest of the Beast Gang followed suit, opening fire from their off-road vehicles.
The highway lit up with flashes of muzzle fire, each shot echoing like firecrackers in the night.
If this road wasn't closed off for the race, countless innocent people would have been caught in the crossfire.
But David was prepared.
As the hail of bullets came screaming toward him, he activated the defensive systems of the "Behemoth."
A magnetic field wrapped around the entire car, forming an invisible shield.
At this speed, most bullets barely had time to reach the body before being repelled. Even the high-caliber rounds from the Gatling gun lost momentum, ricocheting off the reinforced plating and sparking harmlessly into the night.
"Cao!" The Savage King's face contorted in frustration. He tightened his grip on the gun, veins bulging along his arms. "What the fuck?! This punk's car has high-tech shielding?!"
Realizing their bullets were useless, the Beast Gang switched tactics.
If they couldn't shoot David down, they'd smash him off the road instead.
"Alright, boys!" The Savage King bellowed. "Ram this fucker into the ocean!"
"On it!"
The Beast Gang's vehicles surged forward, engines howling as they swerved into formation.
One on the left.
One on the right.
And one dead center behind him.
The plan was simple: box David in, force him off the road, and send him crashing into the dark waters below.
David clenched his jaw, fingers tightening around the wheel.
"Trying to play dirty?" he muttered. "Alright then…"
Instead of braking or swerving, he did the opposite—he accelerated.
VROOM!
The "Behemoth" surged forward like an unleashed beast, pushing its engine to the brink.
The sudden burst of speed caught the Beast Gang off guard.
David twisted the wheel, sending the car into a controlled drift.
The nearest off-road vehicle lunged toward him, its driver expecting to clip the side and send him spinning out.
But David was faster.
At the last second, he counter-steered, letting the impact glance off his reinforced side panels.
The Beast Gang's vehicle wasn't as lucky.
The force of the impact sent it skidding wildly, its wheels screeching against the pavement.
It slammed into the guardrail, sparks flying as metal twisted and groaned.
Then—BOOM!
The off-road vehicle flipped, rolling violently before bursting into flames.
One down.
But the others were still coming.
David's gaze flicked to the right, where another vehicle was attempting a T-bone maneuver.
"Not today."
With a calculated flick of his wrist, David engaged the hydraulic lift.
The "Behemoth" jumped.
The entire car lifted off the ground for a split second—just long enough for the attacking vehicle to pass right under him.
As soon as the "Behemoth" landed, David countered with a brutal side-swipe.
CRASH!
The off-road vehicle was sent flying into the divider, its front end crumpling on impact.
Two down.
The last one, driven by the Savage King himself, was still right behind him.
David could feel the heavy, relentless presence of the modified truck breathing down his neck.
"This ends now," he murmured.
Flipping a switch, he activated the rear-mounted mine deployment system.
Click.
A small, sleek device dropped from the back of the "Behemoth."
The Savage King didn't notice it in time.
BOOM!
The explosion ripped through the air.
The shockwave sent the massive off-road truck lurching sideways. The tires screeched, struggling for grip—
But it was too late.
The truck slammed into the highway divider, flipping end over end before landing upside down in a mangled wreck.
David exhaled, a satisfied smirk curling on his lips.
"Did I give you face?"
The finish line was just ahead.
With one final push, the "Behemoth" roared forward—
And crossed.
Victory.
The champion was here.
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