Leon's speed was blistering, and the Diomas Nilo shot forward like a fired shell, streaking through the street like living lightning.
Even though Leon swerved hard to avoid disaster, the car's momentum was too great—
BANG!
The sound of the impact echoed like a heart-stopping thunderclap.
The entire street froze. Pedestrians gasped, jaws slack, eyes wide as they watched the impossible scene unfold.
The Diomas Nilo had slammed straight into the wheels of a massive truck—
and yet, instead of shattering into twisted wreckage, its unique liquid-metal body absorbed the force.
Like gelatin rippling from a stone's drop, the car's body flexed, waves of metallic resonance spreading across its surface.
No glass shattered.
No frame collapsed.
The hypercar stood unbroken.
The only casualty?
The truck itself.
Groaning under the redirected force, the giant container truck swayed, its balance lost. Before tens of thousands of stunned onlookers, the rig toppled, slamming onto its side.
BOOM!
The container hit the pavement with terrifying force, crushing two passing sedans into flat metal pancakes. Their drivers… had no chance.
"Oh my God! I was just shopping, and this happened?!"
"What the hell was that?!"
"I swear I saw the supercar ram the truck, but the truck's the one that flipped?!"
Phones shot up everywhere. Crowds surged forward, desperate to capture this insane moment.
Leon's car was still pristine. Not a single crack on the glass. Not even a dent.
"Holy crap… that car has to be worth a billion!"
"Just the glasswork alone—military grade for sure!"
"It's the most badass ride I've ever seen in New York!"
Some brave spectators tried to approach for close-ups. But the Diomas Nilo's engine roared, low and menacing, like a predator waking from slumber. The sound shook the ground, primal and dangerous.
The crowd stumbled back in fear—one man even dropped his phone, the screen shattering against the pavement.
Leon pressed the clutch, shifted, and floored it.
The Diomas Nilo howled to life, reborn with savage energy. The tires shrieked against asphalt, smoke curling as the handbrake was loosed—
and the car blasted forward like a black bullet, kicking up a cyclone of wind in its wake.
The audience stood frozen, breathless, conquered by raw speed.
"Call the supercar dealers—I don't care what it costs, I want that car!"
"I'll pay one billion right now!"
"Five billion if you find the owner—he will sell!"
"Ten billion. I don't care. That car is mine."
New York's hidden billionaires revealed themselves one after another. But none of their offers mattered.
Leon's own valuation for the Diomas Nilo was forty billion—a price beyond greed, beyond reach.
Meanwhile, across the wreckage, Brixton—on his Triumph motorcycle, enhanced with cybernetic augmentations—looked back at the overturned truck and broke into wild laughter.
"HAHAHA! The King of the Streets is ME!" he shouted, arrogance radiating.
"A mechanic trash like Leon dares to stand against Eteon? Pathetic!"
To him, Leon was already finished, crushed beneath steel and ruin.
But fate had other plans.
From behind the wreckage came the thunderous growl of the Diomas Nilo, intact and merciless, its headlights blazing straight at Brixton.
"Shit!!" Brixton cursed, twisting the throttle desperately.
The Triumph launched upward—
but Leon's hypercar's aerodynamic curves acted like a perfect ramp.
Brixton and his bike flew into the air, soaring three stories high.
Gasps filled the street.
"Is this… a stunt show?!"
"He's flying?!"
But Brixton wasn't performing—it was survival. And survival wasn't guaranteed.
His arc ended over a double-decker tourist bus. He slammed into its side with a sickening CRASH, carving a gaping hole before tumbling violently across the pavement. His helmet cracked, body rag-dolled, and he skidded dozens of meters before coming to a stop, broken and humiliated.
The cybernetic "Black Superman" had fallen.
And at that moment—
Ding! Task complete. Reward unlocked: Dual-Engine Chassis Upgrade.
The system's calm chime rang in Leon's mind.
Grinning, Leon gave Brixton a middle finger, dropped gears, and drifted hard, the Diomas Nilo pirouetting gracefully as if mocking gravity itself. With style worthy of a movie climax, the car slid perfectly into a Wall Street parking space—clean, fluid, one motion.
Perfect.
Across the street, in a café, a man with a rugged beard watched, his eyes sharp.
"This man… is not ordinary."
This was Tobey Marshall, the legendary street racer from Need for Speed.
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