Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Chapter 50 Weird Mission, The Buggati

Parker smirked, leaning on the door. "You'll find out."

She tilted her head, clearly curious but too competitive to back down. "Deal."

[Mission generated

Race with individual and cause chaos in LA streets and earn the recognition of Olympian Champions.

Reward: Soul of Deception.]

"This is weird..." Parker said to himself, he wanted to think more to this but Tessa called him out ready for the go, he smiled, why not? His cars were already in disguise as they didn't have any plates no them. It was going to be thrilling.

"Let's do this!"

With that, the two revved their engines, the sound bouncing off the buildings around them like a war cry. A few people on the sidewalks stopped to watch, sensing that something big was about to go down.

Parker glanced at Tessa, her determination radiating from her like heat. "On three," he said, gripping the wheel tighter. "One... two..."

Before he could say three, the deep, guttural roar of a different engine filled the air. Parker's eyes darted to the rearview mirror, and his smirk widened into a grin that bordered on wicked.

Behind them, a sleek Bugatti—dark as the void but glinting with a sharp edge of blue under the sunlight—was closing in fast. Its headlights blinked once, almost tauntingly, like it was throwing down a challenge of its own.

"Well, shit," Parker muttered, laughing as the adrenaline kicked in. He slammed his foot on the gas, the Speedtail leaping forward with a feral growl.

"Game on!" he shouted into the call, the sound of Tessa's laughter blending with the scream of their engines as they took off, the Bugatti hot on their tails.

The engines roared like lions set loose, the sound tearing through the air as the countdown finished. Parker's foot slammed the pedal, and the black Speedtail leapt forward, tires screeching against the asphalt. Tessa's green Speedtail shot ahead, her laughter ringing through the video call.

"Keep up, rich boy!" she taunted, her voice buzzing through the speakers.

"Cocky much?" Parker muttered, gritting his teeth as he shifted gears, trying to close the gap.

Behind them, the Bugatti was a beast stalking its prey. Its growl was lower, more menacing, as it picked up speed. Parker glanced at his rearview mirror, catching the faint blink of its headlights, daring him to focus anywhere but forward.

The Speedtails hit their stride, carving through the air like bullets. The wind ripped through the streets, catching everything in its chaotic wake.

The engines roared like wild animals, loud enough to make the whole damn road shake. The second the light changed, Tessa's green Speedtail had reached and bolted ahead like it had something to prove. "Catch me if you can, master," her voice crackled through the car's speakers, smug as hell.

"Keep talking, princess," Parker muttered, slamming the gas. The black Speedtail shot forward, smooth and deadly, hugging the curve as they blasted on the sunlit streets of LA.

The sunlight on the cars was just right, glinting off their sleek curves like they'd rolled straight out of a sci-fi movie. The growl of their engines turned heads left and right. People stopped, phones whipped out.

Even traffic seemed to hold its breath as the two McLarens tore through on the streets, their engines screaming in perfect harmony.

Behind them, a dark shadow lurked. The Bugatti, his lips curled into a smirk. "Alright, big guy. Let's see what you've got," he muttered under his breath.

Tessa's voice broke through the speakers again. "You keeping up back there, Parker? Or is all that money slowing you down?"

"You're all talk, T," he shot back, shifting gears. The Speedtail roared, closing the gap between them.

But damn, Tessa was good. The green Speedtail weaved through traffic like she'd been born behind the wheel. Parker could barely keep her in sight. He cursed under his breath, gripping the wheel tighter.

"Who even taught you to drive? Satan?" he joked, trying to cover the fact that he was actually impressed.

Tessa laughed, the kind of laugh that made you want to punch someone and laugh with them at the same time. "Just talent, baby!"

As they hit a stretch of open road, the Bugatti made its move. Its low, guttural growl turned into a roar as it slid up behind Parker like a predator stalking its prey. In seconds, it was beside him, sleek and terrifying.

"Oh, hell no," Parker growled, slamming the gas.

But the Bugatti wasn't here to play nice. It shot past him with an effortless grace that made Parker's jaw clench. "Fucking show-off," he muttered, his competitive streak kicking into overdrive.

The corner up ahead was tight—sharp enough to separate the pros from the wannabes. Parker's eyes narrowed. Time to show this Bugatti driver who they were dealing with.

He downshifted, yanked the wheel, and sent the Speedtail into a drift that screamed pure chaos. The tires screeched like they were protesting, but Parker didn't care. The car slid perfectly, hugging the curve and spitting out onto the straightaway ahead of the Bugatti.

"Boom, baby!" he yelled, adrenaline pumping through his veins.

But Tessa was still ahead, her green car a streak of neon slicing through the road. "What the hell? How is she so far?" he muttered, frustrated but also kinda impressed.

The Speedtail ate up the road, Parker finally catching glimpses of her tail lights. He pushed harder, his focus razor-sharp.

For a second, they were neck-and-neck, her grinning at him through the window like this was the most fun she'd had in years.

"Ready to eat my dust?" she teased.

"In your dreams, T," he shot back, his own grin spreading.

And then, out of nowhere, the Bugatti.

It didn't just pass them—it flew. A dark blur that screamed pure power, its taillights flickering like a challenge.

"Did you see that?!" Tessa yelled through the speakers, her voice tinged with disbelief.

"Yeah, of course, I fucking saw it," Parker muttered, his grip tightening on the wheel.

The Bugatti didn't slow, didn't hesitate. It disappeared down the road like a ghost, leaving them both stunned.

"What the hell fast of car was that?" Tessa asked, her voice quieter now, almost breathless.

Parker didn't answer. His eyes were locked on the road ahead, the image of the Bugatti burned into his brain. Whoever was behind the wheel wasn't just fast.

Maybe a real racer?

*****

Happy New year. This chapter was just a feel-good chapter for you guys. Thanks for the support everyone.