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Josh gives his approval for his fiance to help . " Then ,the car ?" Lilian ask them again . " Well , I can give them to use my old car . You know my black BMW . It's not too expensive anyway ." Ben give his confirmation about giving his car . Well he had bought two new cars last week . Lamborghini for him and Bugatti for Vivy . He had plan to buy an MPV six months later . " Well , actually , I had two more used car that can be given . I bought two new cars recently and one four wheel drive ." Gary scratch his head gently while giving them their smile .

I pulled a brand-new USB drive out of my pocket. “Remember when you crushed the memory card? Yes, you damaged it, but you forgot something. Modern high-end dashcams automatically back up data to the cloud. As long as the car is running, the footage is uploaded in real time.” Aileen’s pupils constricted. “No… That’s impossible…” “I’ve already sent the video to the police and posted it on the internet.” I unlocked my phone screen and tapped on the video that had already gone viral. In the video, Aileen was slumped in the backseat, drunk. She clawed desperately at herself while yelling into her phone, “That old creep! So disgusting! It itches like crazy!

Alan furrowed his eyebrows and pulled out his phone,“that’s crazy, they’re going to get destroyed.” He dialed quick and put it to his ear. “Hey it’s me, bring the car to the drop off point, black G-Wagon, yeah right now. Thanks man.” I raked my fingers through my hair and watched him, “you really just snap your fingers and cars appear? After everything we went through, you’re already back to boss mode?” He smirked and squeezed my hand, “perks of the job baby, we need wheels to get out of here clean.”

Our reinforced bumper tore through their front end, disabling the engine in a cloud of steam. Before the second car could correct its course, Marcus had thrown our car back into drive, executing a perfect J-turn and accelerating down a narrow service path we weren't supposed to be on. We left our pursuers behind, one crippled and smoking, the other lost in the labyrinthine darkness of the park. We were ghosts once more.

“They’re still watching me. What’s our first move?” “Change vehicles immediately. Probability assessment indicates current car is compromised.” Michelle glanced at me. “He’s right.” Sam’s tone sharpened. “Calculating alternative transport. Grand Point Alpha Bravo One—four miles to the left. There is a backup vehicle stored there.” “Backup?” I asked. “Untraceable,” Sam replied. “Left behind by your father. No digital footprint. No registered ownership. Clean.” I exhaled slowly and turned the wheel. “Good,” I said. “Then that’s where we’re going.”

Samuel replied, though he immediately threw his Challenger into a perfect 180-degree spin, facing the cops before peeling out in reverse at 45 mph like a very expensive moonwalk. “SAM IS DRIVING BACKWARDS,” Marco provided unnecessary commentary. “WHY IS SAM DRIVING BACKWARDS?” The police dispatcher’s voice crackled through the radio frequency: “Units in pursuit of four idiots in sports cars, seems they are heading towards the national treasury building.” Kraig’s GT-R shot past Aiden on the inside of a turn that definitely wasn’t meant for passing. “Excuse me, coming through! Some of us know how to apex properly!” Aiden responded by dropping two gears and rocketing past Kraig on the straight,

Max said and I nodded getting up and following him out. "Did I tell you that Nate got me a car?" Max asked and I raised my brows. "No, you didn't." I said shaking my head. "Well, after our fight last night, he asked me to give him back the car but I didn't because it was registered under my name already. So there was no use of giving it back to him." Max said. "I present to you - Stephanie." Max said pointing to a Brand New Yellow Tesla. "Omg!, This is beautiful." I said stunned by the car.

Lena’s car was designed to be the ultimate information-gathering tool, capable of intercepting and analyzing signals from across a three-mile radius. For Rafael 'Raf' Solis himself, a Lamborghini Revuelto 'Apex'. Finished in a vibrant 'solstice orange,' it was the fastest car in the fleet. Raf had modified the hybrid powertrain for extreme low-end torque, and the car featured a hidden, high-capacity storage system for the 'logistical' items he often needed to move quickly and discreetly.

Every car that passed made us pause to check through the window. By noon, Carson had set up a private server, where we uploaded every file, every video, and every photo. “I’ve written a summary,” he said. “A short note explaining everything, with links to all the evidence,”he added. “Are you sure this will work?” I asked. “If it doesn’t, nothing else will,” he replied. We scheduled the release for midnight. “That way,” Carson explained, “they won’t see it coming. By morning, it’ll be everywhere,”he said.

We slipped into the car once the service was over and decided to follow behind the car that we had arrived in, and no one would notice the difference. We were in a black BMW with black out windows. It would just look like we had attended the funeral. We followed behind one of Warren's cars. They had no idea that we would be following them to their destination. The cars sped up shit they knew we were following them. They tried to lose us but to their surprise we kept up thank fuck for nitrous. The car had been supped up a month ago and I'm so glad right now he'd had it done. The car weaved through the country roads stopping actually in front of a cottage.