Romans & histoires Cars 2 Lightning Mcqueen Hudson Hornet

another rogue growled, lunging toward me— At that moment, two blinding beams of light sliced through the rain, followed by an ear-splitting screech of brakes. A black sedan drifted sharply, stopping sideways between me and the rogues. It was a Maybach, its lines sleek and powerful, like a black beast coiled and ready to strike in the storm. The license plate was just a few simple numbers, but its arrogance was terrifying. The rogues recognized the silver wolf-head emblem on the hood and scattered instantly.

he stated confidently, earning a nod from Marco. Marco dragged me away from the crowd and the revving engines, leading me to a quieter, dark parking spot. With a press of a button on the key fob, the car's lights illuminated its location. It was Marco's favorite Mercedes Maybach, shining in the dimly lit parking area.

she hurriedly walks to the door and opens it. Aaron and Asher return back to the earth and walk behind her. Aaron takes out the car remote and presses the unlock button, suddenly a red Lexus LC 500 beeped making hazel turned his eyes to Aaron. "Chase give you his car?" "Em..more like borrowing," Aaron replied. "No! Totally no. Use my car." Hazel stated with a serious expression. "What? Why?" "Look at the car! It's two-seater! " "You can sit with Asher at the passenger seat," he replied with no expression.

he whispered, breathing harshly through his teeth. Myra gulped in fear and let him guide her. There was no denying he would do as he promised when he was this furious. Myra was smart and knew to choose her battle wisely. A black modified mustang resembling a beast came into her view. Myra had no doubt that the car was second-hand but was modified, making it look world-class. She scowls at herself for still remembering Abram's craze for cars. He always wanted to have a modified Mustang, even if it was second or third hand.

I shift mid-turn and bolt as fast as I can towards the sound. Just a little over a quarter mile out, I see a burgundy red, Lincon Continental, with its long stretched, wide front end, the chrome bumpers glistening in the moonlight, it’s square, box-like exterior a testament to times long past. Right beside the vehicle the round blubbery figure of none other than David Mason heaves in a fit of coughs and beside that, I can make out the tall stance of Jack Morrison.

"Good luck, baby. I'll see you soon." With one more quick peck on the lips, we went our separate ways – a twist of irony, just in time for Ryan to join me at the front. "How did you even get the keys to this place?" I asked Ryan once he unlocked the massive garage, revealing ten impeccably maintained cars preparing for tomorrow's race. The dark gray 1969 Pontiac Firebird immediately caught my eye; Max had been showing me pictures of it ever since he began working on it. It had truly become a work of art.

Harmonia reassured Hector. Hector nodded and said, “I heard that there’s a Shelby at the new car exhibition in Zone A of Nilus Square. I’ll buy one for you to play with.” “I already have a lot of cars, Hector.” “But you don’t have a Shelby. It only takes 2.78 seconds for you to hit a speed of a hundred! I want to try it.” “I’ll buy it for you, then!” Harmonia handed a bank card over to Hector immediately. Hector smiled and pushed it back with a smile as he said, “Monia, you’ve worked hard, so I should buy a car to reward you.”

the bulkiest of my men said, slamming his fist on the car window. At that moment, I quickly got out of the truck and got into the SSC Tuatara. I had prepared the car cause I knew something like this would happen. The car was literally an automobile cheetah. The moment I got into the car, the engines roared to life, my men retreated and zoomed off, speeding madly down the road. The sound of something crashing made me look behind me through the window. It was the old weightless truck, it had been knocked off the road. The Bugatti Veyrons were hot on our tail.

Tires squeal on the ramp. Headlights sweep across the garage walls, blinding us. A vehicle tears around the corner. It’s not a police cruiser. It’s not an ATF SUV. It’s a black Escalade. Tinted windows. Rims spinning. It drifts sideways, blocking the exit ramp. "Ambush!" Drakon shouts. He pushes me behind a concrete barrier. "Leon! Flank right!" Leon scrambles, raising his gun. The doors of the Escalade fly open.

she says and I hum under my breath at her reply. We are at the house. I pull up beside Weston’s black with orange racing stripes Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+ in the garage. We made it into a ten-car garage and added a large building at the back of the house for Arson’s personal autobody shop. Carley lets out a whistle when she sees all the cars. Jase’s car is already in here alongside Ransom’s solid black McLaren Speedtail. Next to that is Arson’s black 1967 Corvette Stingray he rebuilt. The majority of our vehicles are black, and all of them are custom-made with bulletproofing minus the motorcycles.