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Deangelo and Matoko continue their downhill race on red Mountain, both racers push their cars to the limit, their tires are severely worn out, and both of them are exhausted…
Red Mountain, 8:56 pm.
With Deangelo….
*SCREEEEEEECH*
"Damn!" I said drifting around the eighteenth turn; both Matoko and I were struggling as we felt the full effects of the worn out tires.
but we kept moving on, there was nothing we could do, all we could do was keep on pushing until we reached the finish line.
even though I was exhausted and worried about the tires I still kept my cool if I worried too much I'll end up losing my concentration, which is something I really don't want happening right now.
Matoko and I kept speeding down the narrow roadway going at least 85 all the way to 100 mph, I was staying right behind Matoko and I wasn't gonna pass him, not yet at least.
"The last turns are coming up soon, I better get ready." I muttered.
back on Interstate 50, Sai Saici was having problems of his own….
Interstate 50, 9:00 pm.
With Sai Saici….
The driver in the Mustang was doing a real good job at blocking me, every time I tired to pass him he ends up pulling away.
"Shit I should going faster than this," I said, "What the hell is wrong with the RX-7, even though I did some modifications it feels awfully slow, has the secondary turbine stopped spooling?"
Side note: Spooling is when a turbocharger spins up to generate boost.
Red Mountain, with Deangelo…..
as we continued speeding through the dark roadways of Red Mountain, we could see a few pedestrians watching the race from behind the guardrails.
Most pedestrians were watching from the top of hills and a few wooded areas, I could see some of the members of the Visoreds watching from the crowds every now and then, I also saw Sakura, Ino and a few other street racers watching not to mention Nuchu and his crew.
I grinded my teeth together and cringe at the sound of tires screeching; every time I drift around a corner the tires would wear out even more.
finally Matoko and I went speeding past a sign that warned people to slow down due to sharp hairpin turns, but of course street racers like us ignore all type of street signs.
"Okay here we go." I said looking at how deep the gutters were, they were pretty deep because of all the leaves inside.
Matoko went drifting around the first hairpin turn and so did I; we were both drifting from the inside I kept my speed staying right behind him. after we cleared the first turn we went around the second turn, this time we were drifting from the outside, Matoko was doing a good job blocking me.
"Okay the last turns, this will decide it." I said.
even though Matoko's tires were worn out it still didn't stop him from drifting around turns at such great speeds, "Hope this plan works." I said as I dropped the inside tires on the right side of my car into the gutter, I started to gain speed as I went around the hairpin turn.
I unhooked the Mustang from the drainage ditch as I sped up right behind Matoko, we approached the next turn.
Matoko started to drift, while in mid drift however the back end of the Supra swung out, "That's it, right there!" I said making my move, that was the open opportunity I needed, I dropped the inside tires on the right side of my car into the gutters again and pressed my foot down on the gas.
Matoko was messed up he was drifting way too wide, the reason why the back end swung out like it did because of the tires, this gave me a clear opportunity to overtake him and win the race, I unhooked the Mustang from the drainage ditch and let out a huge sigh of relief.
Interstate 50, with Sai Saici…..
"Come on ol' girl don't give up on me now!" I said pushing the RX-7 to its limit, the driver in the Mustang was starting to pull away.
we were almost close to the finish line and I was starting to sweat, I had to quickly make a severe comeback.
suddenly I saw white lines trailing off the sides of the muscle car, "Slipstream turbo." I said, "If I can just time it right like Deangelo did."
I pressed my foot on the accelerator going almost 180 mph, the meter started beeping once I had it completely full.
I pressed my foot on the brake and the gas as my opponent and I went drifting around the first turn, we kept going straight, I was still drafting behind the Mustang and the meter was still beeping.
we approached the final corner this was my last chance, I decided to attack from the inside both my opponent and I were drifting side by side, I quickly pressed the NOS button unleashing the slipstream turbo giving me a huge boost of speed.
I manage to make the comeback and pass the Mustang I pressed the button to unleash the nitrous oxide, my RX-7 went flying down the homestretch crossing the finish line, I could hear the sound of my crew members cheering.
"NUMERO UNO!" I yelled out.
With Deangelo…..
I drove the car into the parking lot with Matoko right behind me, there was a crowd of people waiting for us also, they all started to gather around us as I got out of the car.
I was extremely exhausted and sweating up a storm, that had to be the most intense downhill race I've experienced so far, Matoko was a tough street racer but in the end I managed to win this round, for now at least.
I saw Shinji who had the usual smile on his face again along with Hiyori Sarugaki, but the smile she was giving me made me feel quite uncomfortable, it was like a "Looks like I found a worthy opponent" look.
"Good race Deangelo." Matoko said as he approached me.
"A good race indeed." I replied sitting on the hood of my car, I drunk down a bottle of water that Sakura managed to give me.
With Nuchu…..
"Well it looks like you're gonna be his next challenger." I said to Andrew.
"Yeah he's good at downhill racing, but let's see if he's good with tackling Red Mountain uphill." Andrew replied cracking his knuckles.
Suddenly one of the members of my crew came up to me giving me some expecting news, "Nuchu I just got done talking to the other homeboys, the Unbeatable Street Racers lieutenant managed to defeat American Royalty's lieutenant." he said.
"Hmm that's good news, now lets see if Senna will be able to bring in another win, what type of vehicle is Shuhei driving?" I replied.
"He's driving a 2008 Saleen S302 Extreme." he replied.
"He's driving that?" Andrew asked in shock, "That's a very fast muscle car, you think Senna will be able to keep up with Shuhei in a Evo 4?'
"That depends on how well modified the Evo 4 is and how well modified the Saleen is and how much horsepower both rides are pushing."
Deangelo came up to me and Andrew along with Matoko, "One down and two to go," Deangelo said, "So Andrew, where do you want to race?"
"We're still racing here," he answered, "But this time we're doing an uphill battle."
"Okay that's good enough." Deangelo replied.
The next day….
Saturday, January 10th, 2009.
Western Hills Mall.
With Deangelo, Nuchu, Sai Saici and Senna…..
Sai Saici, Nuchu and I were sitting outside of a fast food restaurant while Senna went from store to store, checking everything out from new shoes to brand new jewelry.
Nuchu continued to tell us stories about when him and his family were living in Newark, NJ back in the day, the stuff he was telling me and my brother was absolutely shocking.
"No way, he actually did that!" Sai Saici said in disbelief.
"That is just….cold." I said to Nuchu, "And he didn't have any regrets at all?"
"No not at all, our father was a monster, he didn't care about us." Nuchu replied, "During that time me, Nikko, and a few of our childhood friends were trying to take down his empire, somehow he found out about what we were doing."
Flashback on Nuchu Akusa's past.
July 4th, 2007.
East Orange General Hospital.
Hours after Nikko Akusa was shot…
With Nuchu…..
I just sat there in the hallway of the hospital looking at my young brother through the window, he was lying there on the hospital bed covered with bandages.
My mother, Soi Fon (Nikko's girlfriend), and Cory were still in the room with Nikko, they were all sleep waiting for Nikko to wake up.
Suddenly I saw a tall and somewhat slim man with short black hair approaching me, he was wearing the usual doctor attire.
His name was Tatsuya Shima, the doctor who operated on Nikko, "Hey doc, give me the 411 on my bro, is he gonna be okay?" I asked him.
"He's gonna make it Nuchu," he answered, "He lost a lot of blood during the operation, we managed to take all seven bullets out of him successfully, he should recover in the next three weeks."
I got out of my chair and let out a huge sigh of relief, "I'm glad to hear that, I want you to call me just in case if something goes wrong," I said giving him my phone number, "And also can you have a couple of security guards look after my family?"
"Sure thing Nuchu." he answered.
I looked at my family one last time before I headed out into the parking lot area, "Don't worry Nikko, our father is gonna pay for what he's done, all the pain that he's caused and all the hell he put all of us through." I whispered.
I walked out into the parking lot to see Andrew Ishikara and his older brother Ichiro Ishikara, along with Makoto Mashimoto and his older brother Matoko Mashimoto, they've been sitting outside of the parking lot for a good minute.
They were the ones who managed to quickly take Nikko to the hospital, they were in the area where Nikko was shot it was Soi Fon who told me about what happened to my brother, during this time I was busy trying to work on my ride.
"Lets go guys." I said getting into the Chevy Tahoe SUV.
I drove out of the parking lot once everyone was inside, "So what the situation on Nikko?" Ichiro asked as him and the others were trying to brace themselves for something awful.
"Nikko lost a lot of blood, but he's gonna make it." I answered, the boys sighed in relief.
"Yo Nuchu, what are we gonna do about Mr. Akusa?" Andrew asked, "If this keeps up all of us are gonna end up dead."
"I know." I simply said.
"He's not gonna stop man, all he has to do is just snap his fingers and he'll send a death squad on us in a minute," Makoto said, "We cant handle all of them, we don't have the manpower or the weapons either, we're gonna need some help, even with Ping it's still not enough."
I was thinking, thinking, and thinking…..but in the end my mind was still blank as a chalkboard, as we stopped at a red light near the Central Park area I looked up and saw the high rise housing projects up in North Harlem.
In an absolute flash I had an idea, it was gonna get me killed probably but it was the only one I could really think of.
"I know just the person who can probably help us out." I said.
"Who?" Andrew asked.
"Trey Stewart."
All the guys looked at me like I was straight up stupid, "You talking about Playboy X!" Makoto yelled, "Nuchu you Know the North Harlem Hustlers got beef with us man!"
"I know man but we really don't have a choice in the matter right now." I replied.
"Shit Nuchu, I hope you know what you're doing." Andrew said with worried look on his face.
North Harlem, 7:00 pm.
Playboy X's penthouse.
Andrew and Matoko came along with me while the two younger brothers stayed inside the truck, the elevator door slowly slid shut as we begun our ascend to the top floor.
Inside my heart was pounding, I was absolutely scared and so was Andrew and Matoko, the North Harlem Hustlers and the Eastside Bushido Boyz have been at war with each other for months, Playboy X and his crew have been trying to take out the competition so they can corner the market when it comes to dealing with drugs.
Finally the elevator stops and the elevator door slides open to reveal Playboy X and his crew, they were all chilling inside the living room area of the penthouse.
Playboy X was probably in his early or late twenties, he was wearing a dark blue hoodie, dark blue baggy Evisu jeans, brown Timberland boots and a gold chain.
He became the leader of the North Harlem Hustlers after his mentor Dwayne Forge got locked up, everyone who was in the living room turned their attention to us along with Playboy.
"Alright here we go." I said.
Part two of the flashback coming up.
