louisehourcade Chapter 78 Bai Che: I think it's too slow
Chapter 78 Bai Che: I think it's too slow
On the other end of the phone, Li Jianguo's breathing was clearly audible, carrying a trace of the composure unique to soldiers, yet unable to conceal the burning passion within.
prepared by.
These two words carry immense weight.
This means that the technology of "Phantom" will no longer be regarded as a civilian product, but as a national strategic asset.
"Minister Li," Bai Che's voice remained calm, "this car is a bit expensive."
Li Jianguo was silent for two seconds on the other end, then laughed, his laughter full of vigor: "You brat, trying to fool me? Tell me, what do you want? Funding? A lab? Or even more authority?"
"I don't want anything." Bai Che's answer surprised him.
"Um?"
"I just need the country to pass on a message for me." Bai Che paused, his gaze piercing through the screen and landing on the finish line of the race, "Tell those self-proclaimed noble Europeans that from now on, on the track of new energy, they... will have to crawl on their knees."
Li Jianguo was stunned.
He had expected the kid to make an outrageous demand, but to his surprise, the request was quite unexpected.
This is no longer a matter of business competition.
This is a declaration of war, a setting of rules!
"Good!" Li Jianguo slammed his hand on the table, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement. "I'll personally deliver this message to you! I want to see who dares to boss our people around again!"
Bai Che hung up the phone and looked at Su Wanqing beside him, who was looking at him with a worried expression.
"Negotiate with the government?" Su Wanqing lowered her voice, a hint of nervousness hidden between her brows.
"No," Bai Che shook his head and corrected, "I was handing them knives."
A knife that can rightfully overturn the table of those stubborn old men.
Su Wanqing seemed to understand, but she chose to believe unconditionally.
……
On the track, Schumacher was numb.
He felt like he wasn't competing, but participating in a public execution.
That black Phantom, like a ghost, had already completed two laps by the time it finished one.
When he crossed the finish line with all his might, the time was 7 minutes and 20 seconds.
An achievement that he could be proud of.
But at this moment, it seems like a joke.
He took off his helmet, his hair soaked with sweat, and gasped for breath as he looked at the huge electronic timing board next to the finish line.
Above, that scarlet number still hovers there.
【5: 19.55】
Schumacher's eyes dimmed.
He knew that an era belonging to gasoline-powered cars had been completely ended by this number.
After a brief moment of deathly silence, a deafening chorus of voices erupted at the scene.
"It's over! 5 minutes and 19 seconds! Only a god could run that time!"
"Bavarian lost, they lost everything!"
Hans von Edgar slumped to the ground, his eyes vacant, muttering repeatedly, "Impossible... This is absolutely impossible..."
His assistant, his hands trembling, handed him a tablet.
"Chairman... Chairman, our... our stock price..."
On the screen, Bavarian Dynamics' candlestick chart resembled an avalanche, opening at the daily limit down, a straight green line leading straight to hell.
The global market voted with its feet from the very first second after the market opened.
However, just when everyone thought the show was over...
Bai Che raised the tablet in his hand once again.
"Brother? Again?" Wang Tao's eyelids twitched as he watched. "You've already taken him down, are you trying to desecrate his corpse?"
Bai Che ignored him, simply looking at the "Phantom" quietly stopping at the finish line on the screen, and gently shook his head.
"Too slow."
Three words, a simple and understated description.
But it nearly made all the media reporters around, who were listening intently, drop their jaws in astonishment.
Five minutes and nineteen seconds, improving the human record by more than a minute, and you call that...too slow?
"Big White," Bai Che gave the final command to the tablet, "Release the safety restrictions, run one more lap, and let me see your limits."
"Received, Master. Safety restrictions have been lifted. Power core output increased to 120%. Vehicle structural stability... is being recalculated. Warning: Tire wear will increase by 300% in this mode, posing a risk of tire blowout."
"implement."
Om-!
The "Phantom" that had already stopped instantly turned from a ghostly blue light stripe on the side of its body into an eerie crimson red!
The once smooth, mirror-like rear end of the car began to flip and recombine like scales under the precise control of AI, with countless tiny carbon-acetylene composite material sheets flipping and recombinating!
In less than 0.5 seconds, an exaggeratedly designed adaptive spoiler, full of violent aesthetics, was generated out of thin air!
boom!!
This time, it's not a silent start.
The overloaded plasma battery pack emitted a shriek similar to that of a jet fighter engine, and two blue-purple plasma flames burst out from the tail nozzle, scorching two black marks on the ground!
The "Phantom" transformed into a black line almost invisible to the naked eye and disappeared at the end of the track.
On the large monitoring screen, the helicopter's camera could no longer keep up with its speed, and could only be seen as a blurry black dot frantically traversing through the "Green Hell".
This time, it even gave up on cornering.
When encountering most curves, the AI "Big White" chose the most unreasonable way - using the instantaneous burst of thrust to forcefully cut through the grass in the middle of the curve!
Gravel and grass clippings were whipped up by the immense force, forming two long trails of smoke and dust.
It's not racing anymore.
It's now a Tomahawk missile flying close to the ground!
In the track control center, all the German engineers stood up, staring intently at the screen, their faces showing expressions as if they had seen a ghost.
"Speed! Its instantaneous speed exceeded 400 kilometers per hour!"
"My God! The top speed... 420 km/h! It's flying!"
"This is insane! Utterly insane! At this speed, even a small pebble could cause a fatal accident!"
Hans von Edgar also looked up, staring blankly at the crazy black dot on the big screen.
He suddenly understood.
From beginning to end, the opponent never used their full strength.
That time of 5 minutes and 19 seconds was just a joke.
Time seemed to be stretched out infinitely.
When that red and black lightning bolt crossed the finish line once again.
The whole world held its breath.
The numbers on the timer jumped wildly, and finally, slowly came to a stop.
【4: 33.16】
4 minutes and 33 seconds.
The whole world fell silent.
Bai Che put away the tablet, not even glancing at Hans who was sprawled on the ground, and turned to lead Su Wanqing and Wang Tao toward the exit.
"Mr. Bai! Please wait a moment!"
Reporters rushed up like madmen, blocking his way with microphones and cameras.
What are Zero Boundary Technology's next plans? Will the "Phantom" model go into mass production?
"What are your thoughts on Bavarian Dynamics' crushing defeat?"
Bai Che stopped in his tracks. He didn't look at any of the reporters, but instead looked at one of the cameras that was broadcasting live globally.
"I built this car not to break any records, nor to challenge anyone."
"I just want to tell my employees not to be afraid, I'll be there for you."
"Now"
"You can get out of the new energy market now."
After saying that, he left without lingering and was escorted by security personnel.
Germany, Nürburgring circuit, inside the VIP lounge.
Su Wanqing sat alone in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window. On the screen, Bai Che's calm profile was frozen as he uttered those words.
The hustle and bustle outside the window seemed to be isolated in another world.
It's not that I feel wronged.
It brings peace of mind.