2 Chapter 1: Nightmare

In the middle of the night, silent roads and uninhabited mountains will be the favorite places for drag racing parties.

Racing cars, good beer and countless beauties are connected together like a chain, these are all the things that will attract young people and their money.

In New York, on a beach, girls in bikinis are drinking beer while moving among strong men.

Today, on a road a few kilometers away from the beach, there will be a summit duel.

Dominic, one of the bosses of the speeding party, will have a car race with others. The winner will not only get a huge bet, but also win the opponent's carefully modified car!

When a gorgeous red racing car drove into the crowd, all those men and women lined up on both sides, they waved their hands and shouted.

"Dominic, Dominic!"

The red racing car came to a stop and from it came a very strong and bald young man. He is the well-known Dominic among the speeding gangs in this area.

As soon as he got out of the car, several young girls walked over, handed the beer to Dominic, and asked, "Dominic, who is your opponent today?"

Dominic doesn't seem to be a person who likes to laugh. Although he hugged the two girls, he still said indifferently on his face: "I don't know, he left me only one title in the message, nightmare!"

As soon as the words came out, the people around were all startled.

Nightmare? What does this mean, does he mean to become the nightmare of Dominic, the best street racer in people's hearts?

What a big tone!

"Dominic, don't you know the other party's background at all?" At this moment, Vince, one of Dominic's brothers, came over with an uneasy expression on his face.

Dominic had a calm face, and said softly: "He should be here soon. It's been a long time since anyone dared to call himself my nightmare so arrogantly."

"Haha, that's for sure. Dominic, you are a car god who has won 23 consecutive games and has never lost." A black guy smiled obsequiously.

"That's right, you won 23 cars in 23 games. Unfortunately, Dominic, you don't like to use cars used by others. You just removed all the sophisticated equipment from those cars."

The people around said that and their heart hurts thinking of all the cars which could compete with Dominic's car but were scrapped by Dominic. For Dominic, the gradual perfection of a car is more important than the money.

While people were discussing, there was a burst of sand flying in the distance, and someone came again.

People stopped and looked, wondering if it was Dominic's opponent who called himself a nightmare?

Because the distance is still far away, people can't see what the car in front of them looks like in the dust, let alone the face of the handsome young man inside the car.

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"It's so inhumane. I just finished the training task you set, and the first task given to me now is to race with Dominic!"

Sam didn't know how many times he scolded along the way, but only one sentence rang in his mind: "Mission, race with Dominic Torreto and win. Complete the mission, you can increase the attribute point by +1, and draw rewards!"

Sam didn't know how many times this was repeated. He glanced at the looming crowd in front of the yellow sand, and knew in his heart that this battle seemed inevitable.

Since it was unavoidable, Sam had no choice but to go all out. After coming to this parallel world of racing for several months, Sam knew that one day he would meet Dominic, the racing driver in "Fast and Furious".

"System, show stats"

", strength: 7. (The value of 3-5 is for normal people.)"

"Physical strength: 7."

"Average resistance: 8. (Including resistance to beating, resistance to impact, resistance to psychological fear, etc.)"

"Explosive power: 6."

"Racing driver level: Killer level. To reach the next level of nightmare, five million experience points are required."

The attribute panel recorded the detailed information of Sam after several months of training. After reading it, Sam narrowed his eyes slightly and ignored the "Car God System" that brought him to this world and drove to the crowd.

The car stopped and the dust gradually dissipated. As soon as the dust settled, Sam opened the car door and walked out.

At a glance he recognized the bald, well-built Dominic, who also saw him. He just took a look and turned his head away, because Sam was too weak compared to him. Although he was not shorter than himself, he didn't see any muscles all over his body.

The same goes for the others, who all thought that Sam was just a pretty boy who came to watch the game.

However, some black youths still asked with a smile: "Hey, pretty boy are you here to see a good show?"

Sam looked at the black man, shook his head, and said, "No"

"Oh well, then what are you here for?" the black man asked again.

Sam just shook his head and didn't bother replying to the black guy.

Sam didn't pay attention to the black man's words, but walked up to Dominic and said lightly, "Hello, I'm a nightmare!"

Dominic, who had lowered his head, suddenly raised his head. He didn't seem to believe that the thin Sam would be a nightmare to challenge him.

"Are you sure you are a nightmare? How could Dominic race an ant!" Many people in the crowd shouted as if they were insulted.

Sam smiled slightly, took the hand of a reluctant girl and walked to the car. When he got to the side of the car, he opened the door and said with a smile: "Now you think I'm an ant, but later you will find out that you are just a group of microbes...".