Cars 2 The World Grand Prix นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Gabe, who hadn't spoken before, came to Milo's side and asked, looking at Alessia getting into the car. "I don't know," Milo said confusedly. "You don't know?" Gabe frowned, then his face turned ugly, "I thought it was a big shot you found. You tell me you don't know? Huh... Milo, you're really something. If my 'war machine' is destroyed, I'll make you bankrupt to compensate." Milo lowered his head, suddenly regretting taking this gamble. Here, the crowd dispersed, and two sports cars entered the track. The black sports car, as soon as the starting flag dropped, immediately surged forward like a rocket.

Suddenly, another car pulled up from the side, seemingly eager for a race, challenging them to a competition. In the midst of this back-and-forth, Charlotte managed to catch a glimpse of the other car's license plate. "Wow, it's a Ferrari." "Yes, a Purosangue." "Whose car is more expensive?" Griffith stepped on the gas pedal and calmly responded, "Our car has been modified." "So, it's more expensive than theirs?" Griffith fell silent. Foolish. Having a more expensive car didn't necessarily guarantee victory. "Hold on," he reminded once more.

I imagined how many people and how long it would take to wipe the windows. Mr. Shaw stopped his car in a very large yard. Two other cars parked next to us. One is a black Porsche with a white stripe in the middle, and the other is a red Bugatti. If the three of them were side by side like this, maybe other people who saw it would think this place was a luxury car showroom.

A few minutes later Carter arrives with a truck with two cars on it, all four of them find a way to bring them out onto the track. Once they are down Carter rids the truck and the rest move their cars in the middle of the circle. I observe the cars, a shiny military green Lamborghini Sián FKP 37. I smile and run my hands along the hood of it. Sián meaning lightning in Bolognese. The name definitely suits the car as it goes at the speed of 220mph, I know I'm definitely going for this car. Black and brown interior, leather seats and an eye pleasing control panel. Gold rimmed wheels and defined and distinct shapes on the exterior.

Gaius grinned, cracking his knuckles as a blood-lust aura emanated from him. “How do we get home now?” Michael asked. With a snap of Azariel's finger, the car appeared. He had parked it at the forest entrance before we entered the forest. “Wow, what is this beautiful thing?” Michael looked in awe as he caressed the car’s body. Ivana and Gaius didn't move from their spots, but I could see they were amazed by it. “It's a car, a Lamborghini Aventador.” Azariel explained.

“Damn! Axel’s Bugatti acceleration is crazy fast!” “Of course!” “Axel is a professional racer, ranked second runner-up at the last Grand Prix. The best car that the poor guy from the countryside drives must be a tractor!” “Hahaha.” The audience ridiculed Andrius while watching the screen. Luna was not bothered by the comments about Andrius. Her eyes were simply fixated on the screen. The two cars had entered a critical point in the race. Axel’s Bugatti swung left and right in front of Andrius’ Mustang, preventing him from overtaking.

Everyone's attention turned to the vehicles, and the only thing that can be heard is the excited babble of the crowd. "Who could it be?" What made them even more excited was the car that followed. The super Lamborghini Veneno Roadster—a limited-edition and only nine in the world. It was parked by the Ferrari. These were all luxury cars, having records for the most expensive and most desirable vehicles in the world. There were dozens of people surrounding the cars. The expression on their faces was a mixture of dazed desire and amazement. The director was confused. He didn't know which car was Grayson's, so which one should he walk towards?

Why else would the penalty be “a mutt of a driver?” Javier instantly agreed. “Sure. If you want to shake you *ss so badly, let’s do it.” It was just throwing away some money. A game he had played during his childhood. He thought that it would be a good way to reminisce about his childhood fun. Two cars—a Mercedes-Benz G63 and a Mustang 5.0T—zoomed toward the real estate agency with their engines roaring. They competed against each other to be in the lead. Javier was leading far ahead with his 2.6 ton 4.0T Mercedes-Benz G63 using his brilliant driving skills.

Yves said. Xavy smiled and looked at his father, "What is it, Papa?" Yves signal Vhan to take his gift for him. The garage on the left side of the mansion suddenly open using Vhan's hacking technique. A car W Motors Lykan Hypersport, Aston Martin and Mansory Vivere Bugatti Veyron appears on the garage and at the top of the garage has a Helicopter on it, it was Eurocopter EC225 Super Puma. All of them awed in shock except for Yves' parents and Yves.

What’s more, the people here are not exactly 100 percent innocent either. The crowds’ uproar reached their ears. Indicating that the current race has ended. “It’s our turn.” Vale said and drove her car to the starting point. The audience in the stadium was either sitting or standing as they shouted for their heroes. Five cars were competing in total. One of them is a Hennesey venom GT, 270 miles per hour, one of the fastest car in the world. It was said that the owner of the car had won almost every competition. He always takes his turn in the last final, causing the crowd to shout in anxiousness and excitement.