The Game Has Just Began (Edited on 28/10/2023)

Giselle and Jack found themselves in an exhilarating and heart-pounding moment. They were sitting in a high-powered sports car, a machine capable of accelerating from 0 to 100 kilometers per hour in just three seconds and reaching a jaw-dropping 300 kilometers per hour in just 14 seconds. However, the most astonishing part was that neither the driver nor the co-pilot had their eyes fixed on the road ahead. They were navigating the bustling city streets, but their gaze was locked onto each other, creating an electrifying gamble.

The rush of adrenaline coursed through their veins as the world blurred around them. Time felt like it was both in short supply and strangely elongated, as if they were living in a suspended reality. No one inside the car could predict what the next second held – a thrilling escape or a devastating crash.

Giselle's usually composed face began to show signs of tension, her eyes darting uncontrollably to the corner of her vision. In contrast, Jack remained surprisingly serene, a mischievous smile dancing on his face.

"You're insane!" Giselle admitted defeat, finally turning her attention back to the road.

How much time had passed? It was hard to say – less than ten seconds, perhaps? Giselle couldn't be certain. Time had taken on a surreal quality, making it impossible to gauge how far they had traveled.

"Am I up to the challenge?" Jack chuckled, still not glancing at the road ahead.

"That's quite enough!" Giselle exclaimed, pointing excitedly at a fast-approaching car behind them. "Please, look at the road!"

Jack laughed heartily, shifting his focus. He smoothly maneuvered the steering wheel with a flick, narrowly avoiding a collision with the car ahead.

Giselle heaved a sigh of relief, her tense muscles finally relaxing. It was only then that she noticed the cold sweat clinging to her skin. "You're absolutely insane!"

Jack, still with that grin on his face, shook his head. "No, no, Giselle. This isn't madness; it's about having unwavering confidence in your own abilities."

In truth, Jack's words held a grain of honesty. With his remarkable skills, even he couldn't fully predict the road ten seconds ahead. His mind, though sharp, was not yet a match for such a challenge.

But... he can program! The wisdom that the system enhances encompasses a wide range of skills, not just limited to boosting learning ability, but also enhancing logical thinking, problem-solving, and more. Naturally, Jack was not one to squander his newfound advantages. He decided to dabble in self-learning.

Before, Jack had never tried to deceive Roman, but he had ventured into the realm of creating artificial intelligence. However, this AI had a daring streak and was a bit ruthless. It might not have achieved fully autonomous driving, but it could navigate in a straight line and dodge vehicles within a certain distance. 

"That's still insane!" exclaimed Giselle.

"If you say so, then so be it," Jack replied nonchalantly.

Giselle was momentarily speechless but soon burst into laughter. "Is this your usual method for charming someone? No, did you just invent it on the spot?"

"No," Jack shook his head, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "I saved it just for you."

"Wait, you mean this is your first time doing something like this?" Giselle's eyes widened, contemplating that Jack had the audacity to try such a bold move.

Jack, with a devil-may-care attitude, simply said, "Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

"You...!" Giselle's was speechless.

....

As they stood at the harbor, Jack explained, "Transporting these things can be a bit cumbersome, and there's paperwork involved. Luckily, the customs officers here are quite friendly and have been a tremendous help." He gestured toward a luxurious yacht awaiting them.

Onboard, Jack's team was busy loading various parts into trucks, which were destined for a nearby warehouse.

Giselle couldn't help but ask, "Is it all about the money?"

Jack didn't deny the financial aspect, replying, "Money can solve most problems. I rented this yacht and made the trip. As for the parts, they just happened to come along."

Giselle couldn't hide her slightly annoyed expression. Did she feel like she was part of a show? But then, she mused, "It's not that strange to have a billionaire next to me who wants to outdo another billionaire."

Giselle's thoughts were interrupted as she followed Jack into the warehouse. When she opened one of the boxes and saw the "parts" inside, her eyes widened in awe.

"Are you seriously calling these parts?" She couldn't believe her eyes, examining the neatly arranged high-tech components in the box. "I've never seen such complete 'parts'!"

Jack chuckled, "Well, if they're disassembled, they're technically 'parts,' right?"

Giselle couldn't argue with that logic. She ran her fingers along the sleek vehicle frame, already envisioning the magnificent car it could become.

"What I said does make sense," Jack remarked, holding his diamensional wrench. "Now, let's get to work. Time is of the essence."

Giselle couldn't help but ask, "Where did you get that wrench?"

Jack grinned mischievously.

....

At the same time, Toretto and his crew sprang into action. Their mission was clear, and it didn't require a fancy getaway car this time. They needed to reach a location where Reyes had been laundering his ill-gotten gains, subdue everyone present, gather the tainted money, douse it in gasoline, and set it ablaze. 

But as they embarked on this daring venture, Roman couldn't help but voice his concerns, "Wait, burn it all?" The thought of what they were about to do gnawed at him like an uncomfortable needle poking at his conscience. "Aren't we trying to steal the money?"

Han, munching on snacks with a sly grin, responded, "We're in it for the big score, Roman. Reyes has stashed his cash all over the city, and we're not an army. Trying to snatch it all without a plan would be too risky."

Brian chimed in, "That's right. To make it work, we need a clever strategy to make Reyes willingly consolidate the money in one place. We've got to make him believe..."

Their conversation was interrupted as they reached the warehouse. Inside, Toretto hoisted a barrel of gasoline with ease, facing a gangster who had been relentlessly shouting threats, "Do you know where you are? Whose money are you trying to steal?"

Toretto let out a chuckle, "We're not here to steal."

"Go find your boss, find Reyes, and let him know who's behind all this," he declared, tossing the oil barrel aside and producing a lighter. With a flick of his wrist, he ignited it and hurled it towards the mound of money.

The gasoline mingled with the currency, and in an instant, flames engulfed the bills. The ferocity of the fire left no doubt that the once-valuable stack of cash had been reduced to worthless ashes.

Toretto's parting words echoed in the warehouse, "Remember, this is just the beginning!"