Nico felt as if he had seen a ghost. This couldn’t be humanly possible. He was already at 380 mph—how could he still be getting caught up to?
“Nico, Nico, how’s it going? We can’t even see the taillights of that Mercedes-Benz anymore!” crackled a voice over the radio.
“I’m at 380 mph!” Nico growled: “I just managed to lose him!”
“Damn! Nico, you’re a beast! 380 mph? That’s legendary speed, man.”
“I told you Nico’s the real deal. There’s no way a Mercedes-Benz SUV, even if modified, could reach 380 mph.”
“Nico, ease up on the gas a little and try to force that Mercedes to stop. Once he does, we’ll deal with the punk driving it. How dare he try to pass us? He’s got a death wish!”
Nico’s face flushed red. He wanted to scream: “I’m barely holding on here!"
The Mercedes-Benz kept closing
