Gisele was also looking at Morin, and their eyes met. It was a gamble. A thrilling, adrenaline-fueled, life-or-death race.
Because in this sports car, which could go from zero to one hundred kilometers per hour in three seconds and reach three hundred in fourteen, neither the driver nor the passenger was looking at the road ahead.
And they were on a city street.
Time passed quickly. But for the people in the car, crushed by G-forces and violent vibrations, it felt like an eternity. In that moment, no one knew whether the next second would end in a fatal crash.
Gisele's expression stiffened. Her eyes drifted, and she couldn't help glancing to the right. Morin, however, kept a calm smile.
"F**k, you're a madman!" Gisele gave in first. She snapped her head forward, staring at the road.
How much time had passed?
Less than ten seconds?
She wasn't sure.
But in that time, how far had the car gone?
She had no idea.
"Am I capable enough?" Morin laughed, still not turning his head.
"Yes! Yes!" Gisele said quickly, pointing at the rear of a car they were rapidly closing in on. "Look at the road!"
"Hahaha!" Morin finally turned back. His hands returned to the steering wheel, and with a slight adjustment, the car slipped past the vehicle ahead by a hair.
"Phew... phew..." Gisele sagged back, finally breathing again. Only then did she realize she was drenched in cold sweat. "You're a madman!"
"No, no," Morin replied casually. "That's not being a madman. That's confidence in my own abilities."
He wasn't lying.
With his current abilities, he couldn't see the road ahead or predict what would happen ten seconds later. His brain wasn't that powerful.
But-
He could code.
The system's [Intelligence] bonus wasn't limited to learning, thinking, or logic.
Morin had never wasted his advantages. He had taught himself a few things.
Earlier, he hadn't been messing with Roman. He really had created an AI. Of course, it was a simple one. A heartless blockhead.
It couldn't handle full autonomous driving, but it could maintain a straight line and avoid other cars within a set distance.
Morin's response was simple: What? If I built it myself, doesn't that count as my own ability?
There was absolutely no problem with that.
"You're still a madman!"
"If you say so."
Gisele fell silent. Then she suddenly laughed. "Is this how you usually pick up women? Have you ever failed?"
"No," Morin said, shaking his head with a light smile. "I've only done this for you."
"F**k-so this is the first time?" Gisele's eyes widened. She had assumed he'd done this countless times to be this fearless.
"Yeah. What about it?" Morin replied calmly.
"You're a madman."
...
At the harbor.
"These were a hassle to ship, and the paperwork was annoying," Morin said as he led Gisele toward a luxury yacht. His men were already onboard, moving items from crates into a truck, then transporting them to a nearby warehouse. "Luckily, customs here are very friendly."
"Let me guess," Gisele said. "Money?"
"Money solves most problems," Morin said without denying it. "I rented a yacht and came here on vacation. The things inside were just... a little extra."
Gisele's expression darkened.
Was she being shown up?
Standing next to a multimillionaire while planning to rob another multimillionaire felt strange. Something about it didn't sit right.
Her thoughts stopped the moment she followed Morin into the warehouse, opened a crate, and saw what was inside.
"You call these parts?" Gisele stared at the neatly arranged, top-tier components and swallowed. "I've never seen such a complete set of 'parts.'"
"As long as they aren't assembled, they're parts," Morin said, raising an eyebrow.
"That's... actually true," Gisele replied, running her hand over the smooth car frame, already imagining the finished vehicle.
"What I say is naturally correct," Morin said, lifting a wrench. "Let's get to work. Four cars. Not much time."
"Where did you get that wrench?"
"I grabbed it from another crate," Morin said, swinging his Dimensional Wrench without changing expression.
...
Meanwhile, Toretto and his crew had begun their operation.
Even though Morin hadn't finished preparing the cars, their task didn't require anything fancy.
They needed to hit one of Reyes's money-laundering locations, tie everyone up, collect the cash, douse it in gasoline, and burn it.
"Wait-burn it?" Roman finally couldn't hold it in. The thought alone made him restless. "Why? Aren't we supposed to rob the money?"
"We are," Han said, chewing on a snack. "But we're going after the big money. Reyes keeps his cash scattered all over the city. We don't have the manpower to hit every spot. That's unrealistic-and dangerous."
"So we use a strategy," O'Conner continued. "Force Reyes to gather everything in one place. To do that, we hide our real goal and make him think..."
A short while later.
Inside the warehouse, Toretto held a gas can. In front of a thug shouting, "You're all dead!" and "Do you know whose money this is?" he removed his mask and poured gasoline over the stacks of cash.
"Rob?" Toretto laughed. "No. We're not robbing."
"Go find your boss," he said, tossing the can aside. "Find Reyes. Tell him who did this."
He flicked his lighter and threw it onto the money.
Gasoline and paper ignited instantly. The flames surged upward, and the stacks-once priceless-became nothing more than fuel.
As they walked out, Toretto's voice echoed through the warehouse.
"And this is just the beginning."
~~~~~
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