48 Hours a Day

3: 00 a.m., somewhere on the streets of Tokyo.

The noise of the engine broke the silence of the night.

More than a dozen colorful retrofit cars gathered in front of a long-overdue shop, a group of punk-dressed street demonstrators came here with their hot little girlfriends, waiting for someone as they chatted and spanked.

Target appears in five minutes.

A blue leopard WRX stopped in front of the trash can and the driver pushed open the door and came down from inside.

As if he was deterred by the momentum of his single-knife visit to the meeting, everyone stopped the action in hand, and no one dared to look at the visitor until after half a minute, someone finally couldn't stand it, and said, “Yi, Ito Ken, Kanima high beam! ”

“Sorry, sorry.” The driver named Ken Ito apologized and went back to the car and turned off the lights, so that everyone could finally see the faces of the visitors.

This is a guy with a green broom, with a cold look like an iceberg on his face, so many people in front of him, but only one person in his eyes, chilling, “Kentaro Inoue, why are you calling me out so late? ”

“It doesn't matter, it's just time to change the title of the Speed Meteor.” Talking is a jacket man sleeping on the roof with his eyes closed, his little girlfriend gently feeding him grapes.

“Forget it, you're just a loser for my men.” Ito didn't hesitate.

“Bastard, don't look down on people!!! I'm not what I used to be!” The man in the jacket opens his eyes like an awake tiger, his eyes burning with bears, “this time betting on the full dignity of the man, will not lose to you again! ”

As if to feel the heart of the other side, Itokan, this iceberg can't help but be moved, silenced halfway, “I understand, Inoue, let us speak at speed. ”

After saying this, both went back to their racing cars. Kentaro Inoue's little girlfriend walked to the two cars and pulled out her bra in a cheering whistle and threw it over her head.

When the brassiere landed, the two racing cars flew out of the same spot.

Kentaro Ito and Kentaro Inoue are old opponents. Both of them have a good family situation. Both fathers have business dealings. They used to play together from a young age to a big best friend. At first Kentaro Inoue pulled him closer to this circle, but later, as Kentaro Ito's driving skills continued to improve, until he surpassed his best friend, Kentaro Inoue's face in a friendly way became a little unsustainable.

The friendship between the two ultimately did not stand the test and gradually became distant.

Kentaro Inoue hasn't challenged him in years, but he has always lost a lot, but Kentaro Ito doesn't underestimate each other because Kentaro Inoue always comes to improve, whether in racing or technology, posing a number of threats to him.

So Ito Ken had to deal with it in 100 percent spirit.

Come on, let me see what you've learned this time.

Ito Ken thought while stepping on the throttle.

Two racing cars take the lead alternately.

The next moment, however, he couldn't help but stare at the crossroads, where an unknown yellow van burst out of the night like a ghost.

Oops! Why are there cars on the road so late!!!

Ito Jian's forehead was sweating cold. At such a short distance, he could not have reacted at all. Looking at the tragedy of the car's destruction, he knew that Kentaro Inoue, who was driving with him, was probably equally desperate.

Immediately after, he saw the most memorable scene of his life, only that the broken van didn't mean anything to slow down, like a barbarian bull coming straight at him.

When the vehicle was less than five meters apart, the L300 suddenly had a strange tail shake, and the body came across under the influence of inertia. The distance between the door and the door was less than 1 cm when the two sides were closest.

Ito's sweat all over him blew up, and the driver in the opposite L300 was just holding the steering wheel with one hand and his other hand rolling over next to something.

Gum?

The staggered instant Ito sees exactly what he has in his hand and feels that his brain is completely out of use.

What the hell?! Ito couldn't help but lose his voice, in which case he was still turning his gum, and what made him incredible was still happening in the back, and then the L300 accelerated beyond his WRX, clearly there was no intersection in front of him, but the broken bread turned again without a sign, into an alley almost as wide as the body of the car, and disappeared.

Only two racing cars were left in the race, but the speed was slower and slower, eventually stopping. Ken Ito and Kentaro Inoue stepped out of the car and faced each other.

“More than that?” Half a dozen years later, Ito said.

“ ………… ”

“You can't even run a delivery truck, what's the point of comparing it?” Kentaro Inoue wants to go back to Susan, “you keep the title of Speed Meteor, I intend to quit the circle and inherit the family business. ”

“… I'm actually going to study in Europe after the game.” Ito spoke plainly.

“Really?” Kentaro Inoue said, surprised and emotional, “Speaking of which, we haven't talked like this in years. ”

They looked at each other and said, “Why don't you go have a drink? ”

Zhang Heng did not know that a man had lost his racing dream because of himself, nor did he know that for the same reason, the two men had regained their old friendship.

For him, it's just a repeat of his daily delivery life. Tokyo has been hailed as the capital of drift. There are the most remodeled car enthusiasts in the world, and, as the background notes, these guys usually do night-time activities, and Zhang Heng occasionally encounters some racing parties when delivering.

The vast majority are amateur enthusiasts like Ken Ito and Kentaro Inoue. Find a second excuse to come to a so-called men's showdown. He has no time to wait for these guys to make a decision. In order to meet them in a hurry, it is directly over.

This is the ninth month of his car learning. A month ago, he completed the drift exercise that Takeda also set for him. In addition to driving technology from LV1 to LV2, the modification of the car also went up to LV1. Now the car is completely different from when he first took over. The core configuration was changed from head to toe, but the housing is still the L300 housing.

Zhang Heng is not as angry as the other drivers are afraid that others will not know that he is a modified car, painting the exterior with colour and colour. After all, he also has limited funds.

He had to do another job to buy spare parts, and Takeda introduced him to a small owner of an abandoned car yard, where all his spare parts were picked up at a fairly low price, but even then it took him four months to assemble on the L300.

Now that Zhang Heng is out of sight, he delivers all the goods an hour in advance, drives back to Takeda Aquaculture, and yet he sees rolling smoke a block away.

Zhang Heng realized something had happened. He parked the car on the side of the road and called the fire department as he picked up his self-defense inverted bow from the back seat.