Book 2 Need for Speed (3)

Book 2 Need for Speed (3)

No matter what she said, Matoba was not listening to Tilarnas pleas to stop, and instead drove the car in front of the truck. He pulled the engine brake and suddenly slowed down, in order to prevent his tail lights from lighting up, The driver saw this and started driving erratically.

He tried to evade to the right, but Matoba blocked him.

He tried to evade to the left, but Matoba blocked him again.

Yet the truck kept insisting on evading him. His front wheels turned aggressively, and the truck instead drove on top of the median strip. Matoba thought it would keep driving and then crash into the cars passing through the other side of the road, but before he could do that, the truck started losing its balance and fell on its right side. The three to four tonne truck started spinning out of control. It slammed against the ground, its metal body being twisted and shattered into a million tiny pieces, as a cloud of dust kept rising from the site, and the lump of debris kept moving forward through the median strip.

Matoba made sure his hated enemy had met its fate, and then clenched his fist.

YES!

He quickly slowed down the Mini Cooper S, turned to the other side of the road, and dashed straight towards the site of the accident.

A seemingly endless stream of paper scraps flew high into the air, and started fluttering down under the blue sky. A lot of the contents of the trucks back were still rattling around from the shock of the crash. They looked like some kind of magazine or something?

Were catching the driver Do as you please

Said Tilarna as she languidly sank down in the passenger seat, her eyes spinning nonstop.

What, did you piss your pants? !!

She suddenly punched him. He didnt even understand why.

I dont care anymore! Just get going already!!

Shouted Tilarna pressing her lower torso with both her hands. Her eyes were teary and her face was completely red.

Dont take your eyes off the car

He stopped the car on the side of the road, turned off the engine and jumped out. He took out his gun from its holster, and headed straight to the truck lying in the middle of the median.

It was hard to see with the smoke coming out of the truck, and steam out of the radiator. The crash looked awful.

He pointed the barrel of the gun straight at it, and carefully approached the drivers side. Always prepared to shoot if it came down to it. The glass was completely shattered, so he peeked into the car from the window. The drivers seat was empty.

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The passenger seat was empty as well. The seatbelts were unfastened, and deflated airbags were droopily hanging from the ceiling. He searched his surroundings, the other side of the truck and even its backside, but there was nobody there.

Few residential and commercial buildings were scattered on both sides of the road. A small crowd of curious onlookers had already gathered around, so it would be impossible to find the driver at this point.

Fuck!!

You moved it? You drove the car? Yep. I secretly learned how to make them move a while ago. Just moving it somewhere else was surprisingly easier than I thought Okay thats all fine and dandy but where did you put it? Right there oh?

The other side of the road it was still closed, since the police cleanup hadnt begun on that side yet, but the vacant Mini Cooper S was just sitting by itself in the middle of the road. She probably didnt hand brake it, so the car had started moving from its initial location all on its own.

Oh, its moving Wait hey!

Matoba turned pale, and almost started to run towards it, but right at that moment, a dumpster truck appeared out of nowhere, driving at a great speed. He honked loudly a few times, and then attempted to stop. He probably would not make it in time. The huge dumpster truck barely managed to slow down at all, and crashed straight into Matobas beloved car.

The Mini Cooper S was sent flying almost like a toy car, its windows and body completely shattered, and then finally, after painfully crashing around the road for around ten yards, it stopped.

Smoke started coming out of the engine, and generally out of the entire car, and gasoline started pouring over the road.

It was going to explode.

Ah Ah.!!!

Matoba simply looked as his beloved car started burning, as he dropped to his knees in shock.

Dorini machines tend to burn pretty often, huh? Im a little surprised

Lately, a lot of porn has been getting stolen from local publishers and storage houses. That truck was probably part of the same gang. Weve received reports from the theft department as well

Said Bill Zimmer in his office, which was separated from the rest of the Vice department by a small glass pane.

Despite him saying it in a very calm and casual way, Brauns face became stiff almost as if he was suffering some extreme nervous pain or something like that. His moustache that looked like a caterpillar started trembling slightly. Apparently his professional pride and an incorrigible anger were fighting an ardent battle inside his mind.

So basically. Were up against a porn stealing gang?

Said Matoba. After spending the past several hours beating himself in anger, he had finally managed to calm down. After having lost his beloved car, he had not been able to open his mouth at all from the shock until recently. On the other hand, Tilarna was simply standing next to him with a peaceful expression. Almost as if Matobas grief had been completely carried away by the wind.

A porn stealing gang. Thats exactly it. And thats fine. Well, its not fine, but it doesnt really matter much either way Hey, alien. Yeah, you're right there. Try to guess how Im feeling right now

Zimmer pointed a finger directly at Tilarna.

Tilarna raised her eyebrows, remained deep in thought for a little while, and then said

You feel sick. So sick that you want to go to the hospital Im fucking pissed off!!

His angry shouting resonated throughout the office, the glass pane vibrated slightly, and all the officers in the office stopped their activities to look straight at them.

Im so mad I could get violent! Im so fucking mad that even if a group of Methodist charity volunteers came right to me office to ask me for money, I would spit on them and chase them off! No, I wouldnt just spit them, I would fuck them all. I think I could even fuck every single soul who fell to hell with me. Thats how fucking mad I am right now! And do you know why, Jap?! Its your fucking fault, Kei Matoba! Thats racist language Shut up, I fucking love Japan. My dad used to be a manager for a Toyota factory, so I will always be in debt with Japanese companies, and I have plenty of very close friends. My kid is a huge Pokemon fan, and my daughter really likes Princess Tenko. However, among all of the Japanese people scattered around the entire world, you are the only fucking Jap. A tiny, tiny fucking Jap. Its obvious Im going to be racist towards a guy like you. And if you dont have the guts to commit harakiri, then fucking answer my question. Why do you think Im shouting at you right now?! No clue Let me tell you. Because, you bastard, you think youre some sort of maverick cowboy! You start chasing cars as you please inside the city, and start getting involved in flashy accidents! Its a fucking miracle that nobody died!

Zimmer slammed his desk with both fists.