Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Chapter 52 Chaos Vs Police & Captain Sun

The system was telling him to stay low-key and just relax. For impression or what? He didn't know. Maybe it was to give the buggati driver a sense of satisfaction?

Whatever!

Parker's jaw dropped at the system prompt. His laugh burst out loud. "Oh, you sly son of a—"

"What are you blabbering about, master?" Tessa asked, narrowing her eyes at him through the video feed.

Ignoring her, Parker grinned and tapped Option 3. Immediately, a rush of knowledge slammed into him like a tidal wave. His reflexes sharpened, his instincts exploded. Suddenly, every move—every shift, every turn—felt like second nature. He felt like a god of driving now. This skills encompassed all kinds of driving.

"Holy shit," Parker muttered, weaving through the tiniest gap between two SUVs without breaking a sweat. The Speedtail roared as if it could feel the change in its driver.

"What the fuck was that?" Tessa barked.

"Just enjoying the ride," Parker replied, his tone smug.

Tessa, not one to be outdone, floored it. Her car shot forward, narrowly missing a police cruiser that had tried to cut her off.

"Alright, Bugatti boy," she growled, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let's see what you've got!"

The Bugatti answered by accelerating so fast it looked like it teleported ahead of them. It drifted into the opposite lane, dodging oncoming traffic with terrifying ease.

"He's showing off now," Parker muttered, shaking his head.

"Damn right he is," Tessa replied, laughing. "But we're not letting him walk away without a fight!"

Parker glanced at her on the feed, catching her wicked grin as she slammed her Speedtail into a daring swerve.

The cops were losing their minds. One cruiser skidded off the road, crashing into a parked van. Another tried to box Parker in but ended up spinning out when he executed a flawless drift to dodge it.

The media choppers were going crazy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are witnessing absolute chaos on the 6th Street Bridge!" one reporter screamed. "These drivers are out of their minds!"

Parker smirked as he heard the commentary through his phone. "Out of our minds? Nah, we're just living."

As the Bugatti zipped past them again, Parker leaned into the thrill. Every nerve in his body was alive, every sense heightened. The Speedtail felt like an extension of him, responding to his every thought.@@@@

"Tessa," he called out, his voice steady despite the chaos.

"What?"

"Let's make this bastard work for it."

The Bugatti straightened out as smoothly as it had drifted, punching through the gap in the barricades like a knife through butter.

"Damn, she's good," Parker muttered, but he wasn't about to be shown up.

He downshifted, his Speedtail growling as he hit the brakes just enough to send it into a controlled slide. The car's nose kissed the pavement before Parker jerked the wheel hard, sending it skimming sideways through a narrow gap between two patrol cars.

Tires squealed, the acrid smell of burning rubber filled the air, and Parker's Speedtail slid past the blockade like it had been built for chaos. The rear bumper clipped a barricade, but Parker didn't even flinch.

"Clean enough," he muttered, shooting forward.

"Oh, you boys wanna play?" Tessa growled, her competitive streak flaring.

She didn't just drift; she owned the moment. Her Speedtail swung into a wide, cinematic slide that sent cop cars scattering like bowling pins. The precision was almost disrespectful—her car slid sideways so close to a barricade that the paint seemed to shimmer in the spotlight glare.

"You like that, huh?" she taunted, as if the LAPD could hear her.

Her car straightened with a snap, tires screaming as she launched herself after Parker and the Bugatti.

The chaos behind them was pure art. Cops crashed into each other in a frantic attempt to regroup, helicopters wobbled in the air as they tried to keep their spotlights trained, and the internet? Oh, the internet was losing it.

"THEY DID NOT JUST DRIFT THROUGH THAT BLOCKADE ????"

"I don't care who wins. This is the best thing I've ever seen."

"LAPD TAKING L'S LIVE ON STREAM ????????????"

"Bugatti driver is my new spirit animal."

"Speedtail supremacy, let's gooo!"

But as the three cars disappeared into the night, the road ahead stretched out ominously quiet.

No more sirens. No more lights. Just the dark expanse of asphalt and the faint hum of their engines. The road was eerily quiet...

Until they saw him.

Standing dead center in the middle of the road was a figure that practically glowed. His suit looked like it was made of molten gold, catching the faint light from the streetlamps like it was alive. His eyes burned with the same golden intensity, sharp and unrelenting, and his hair seemed to shimmer, flowing like liquid sunlight.

And for crying out loud...

He wasn't alone.

And then the golden suited man took a step forward.