Episode 3: Lightning Speed

His back: Broad, strong, straight like a sword stabbed in the chaotic night. The yellow light of the great hall shone on his shoulder, lengthening that shadow into a powerful black streak on the cracked marble floor.

The people in the hall had yet to recover from the shock.
Only one person could not take their eyes off him…Mei Na.

Her breath caught.!

He…the man who had gotten her first kiss…in an ironic situation.
He…the man who had just fought like a raging storm…had a human face.
He…and it was he…who had let go of the criminal she had been tracking all night.

My Na stood there, her whole body in tatters: torn dress, bare feet covered in stone dust, sweat on her neck and shoulders. Everything seemed to disappear when her eyes met his back… full of mystery and danger.

He did not come back!

Just a slight tilt of her head,
just enough to confirm that she was still looking at him.

Already…

Room!!

A sharp engine roar ripped through the front of the foyer.
A black Lamborghini Aventador pulled up, its headlights cutting through the dust and smoke like swords. The doors swung open in a single bound.

He flashed…disappeared like a flash of lightning.

The door slammed shut
WOOOM!!

The Lambo shot out like a black arrow, tearing everything apart, leaving behind a gust of wind so strong that the party guests’ dresses fluttered in the wind.

The police had not yet run out.
The guests had not yet had time to scream.
Police Chief Duong Nghi had also just run over, only had time to roll his eyes, then raise his hand to his face to block the wind.

My Na did not have time to think
. She rushed out.

“NA!! STOP!!!”

The sheriff screamed at the top of his lungs.
She didn’t stop.
She ran to the black BMW…the car her father had lent her to take to the party tonight.

She jumped into the driver’s seat…in less than a second she had pulled up her seatbelt.
The car started, and the whole group of policemen behind her shouted in unison:

“DOO …

“THAT CAR IS BORROWED BY THE BOSS!!! IF IT GETS SCRATCHED IT’S…DEAD!!”

My Na’s eyes still focused on the target

ROMMM!!

The BMW spun around, skidded across the yard, and almost hit two expensive ornamental bushes.

The police chief held his head and screamed:

“THE CAR!!! THE CAREEEEEEEEEE!!!”

…Narrow road, crowded with vehicles, dangerous level of people passing by, almost suicidal.

He took the wheel.
His black Lamborghini swept through the intersection like a knife cutting through the wind, turning its tail halfway, causing the reflections from the neon signs to flash on the windshield.

My Na followed, the BMW tires screeched:

SKRIIIIIIP!!

At the first bend, a group of tourists crossed the street:

1 second to process

2 seconds to steer

3 seconds to decide: dodge left, dodge right, or go straight.

She turned the wheel to the left, the wheel almost touching the heels of a bewildered man. The wind created by the car blew the Purple Ink newspaper he was holding.

The crowd shouted.
She shouted back.

“SORRY!!”

Her car accelerated…

The Lambor in front rushed into the bus lane.
A bus stopped abruptly, passengers fell down.
The Lambor squeezed between two buses parked parallel, a gap of only about 2 meters.

BMW rushes forward

She gritted her teeth:

“Great!”

BMW pressed the mirror, almost scraped the bus body:

SWISH…!

A small sound… she paled and looked in the mirror:
No scratches
. Her heart was beating like a drum.

Ahead, a reckless motorbike suddenly cut off Lambor.
He only moved the steering wheel 1cm, avoiding the rear wheel of the motorbike that was speeding like crazy.
The motorcyclist shouted:

“Ah..ah..ah!!”

My Na also rushed over right after that.

The motorbike had just turned around and before it could see the BMW, she had already braked, turned the steering wheel, and the motorbike slid…

SKREEEEEEP!!

The sled tilted 15 degrees, sparks flying from under the chassis due to friction.

She kept her balance.

Boss Nghi and the entire police team watched that scene through the traffic camera with eyes that almost popped out.

Turn onto the highway…
Lambor accelerated without holding his tongue:

220 km/h
230 km/h
240 km/h

The wind hit the car body like a sledgehammer.

The BMW behind is not to be outdone:

205 → 215 → 225 km/h

Lines of container trucks ran like giant elephants, each as long as a small ship.

He slipped through two parallel containers, the gap was less than 1 meter wide…when the gap gradually widened enough…WHOOSH…he had jumped over.

BMW rushes forward

“If you can’t get around it then…”

She stepped on the gas harder.
The BMW pressed closer to the container on the right, to the point that:

The mirror was only 4 cm away from touching the steel container.
The tire was close to the dividing line.
The metal sound of the container made “Keng…Keng…” sound due to the wind sweeping in from the BMW.

A container in front turned on its turn signal, wanting to change lane.

Lambor did not slow down.
He pressed himself into the seat, turning the steering wheel as sharp as a knife:

WHOOSH…!

Lambo squeezed into the closing gap.

BMW rushes to:

10m
7m
5m
2m…

She didn’t brake.
She stepped harder.

The BMW squeezed its air, being squeezed into the turbulent wind of the container in front.
Her car squeezed through, just as the gap closed behind her in just 0.8 seconds.
She shouted:

“OH MY GOD, IF YOU SCRATCH, YOU’LL DIE!! DON’T SCRATCH!!!”

Ahead, he suddenly changed lanes, sweeping across the front of the overtaking truck.

BMW must imitate

She turned the steering wheel, applying pressure to the power steering until her arm muscles bulged.
The two cars were parallel in 3 seconds, their wheels were exactly half a hand span apart.

Coming to a bad road with many potholes, scattered metal, easy to skid, easy to flip…
He turned the wheel sharply, turned into an old abandoned industrial area… where there were no cameras, no street lights, no police.
There was only:

…Collapsed warehouse
…Large iron barrel
…Rusted crane

Containers stacked jaggedly, darkness thick.

The Lambor sped past a row of steel shelves, the wind whipping papers and boxes flying like a storm.
He hugged the corner of the warehouse tightly, the back of the car only 3 cm from the protruding iron bar.

BMW still rushes after

BOOM…!

A wooden pallet suddenly fell sideways.

She had only 0.6 seconds to react.
She braked, turned the steering wheel, pulled the brake lever, and stepped on the gas in the correct racing procedure.

BMW rotates 40 degrees, rear end swept across, pallet.
The car body rotates close to a 3 meter high scrap metal box:

SWISH…!

Not a spark flew.
She looked at the mirror in horror:

“Don’t scratch… don’t scratch… don’t scratch…”

She sped up again.

Lambor swerved between two containers that were abandoned side by side.
The distance between them was less than 2 meters.

BMW rushed forward…
She tightened her grip on the steering wheel, aiming right at her heart:

…Left: rusty container
…Right: dented container
…Above: dangling iron crane wire about to break

The BMW shot through the crack, the wind from both sides making the car shake violently.
She heard the clang as the car’s antenna hit the crane wire.
She shouted:

“OH MY GOD”…

In the distance, the entrance to a tunnel through the mountain gradually appeared:

WHOOSH…WHOOSH the two cars rushed into the dark tunnel.
The sound of the engine echoed off the walls.

Lambor entered first, creating a strong wind like an air bomb.

The BMW rushed in from behind, its headlights sweeping up to the ceiling, causing the car’s shadow to vibrate continuously.

Lambor hit the brakes:
He braked hard…

KEETT!!

She didn’t make it in time:
BMW stopped 0.2 seconds later.

She turned the wheel to the right, skidding.
The left side of the car skidded against the wall, only 2 cm away from hitting it hard.

Next, there was an old truck, parked inside the basement.

Lambor approached, almost scraping the left side of the car along the tunnel wall.

BMW followed closely

BMW mirror lightly touches truck fender:

BANK…!

She shouted:

“OH MY GOD! THE MIRROR IS MUST BE DENLED!!”

The sheriff shouted over the radio like he was about to die:

“MIRROR IS ALSO A BORROWED MIRROR, MY SON!”

Just out of the tunnel, Lambor accelerated straight into the city center.

Neon lights reflect continuously onto the car’s windows, creating bands of color.

He swerved into the road under construction:

…barriers
…signs
…markers

He controlled the Lambor like a fire dance, the car body swerved left – right – left – right, without slowing down.

BMW comes later:

She tried to “imitate”

Traffic cones fell in droves when the BMW almost hit them.

Then.!
He turned the car…

Right in the middle of a busy intersection, he pulled the handbrake, turned the wheel 180 degrees, the wheels drew a small ring of fire due to the extreme friction.

BMW rushed through the intersection.

She turned the car around…
…but the traffic was too thick.

When she returned, Lambor was:

Turn left…

…swerved into the motorbike lane
, crossed a small overpass
, and disappeared behind the light tower in the distance.

My Na looked in the mirror:

No black tail lights.
No tire marks.
No engine noise.

He disappeared as if he never existed.

All she could do was breathe heavily, her face flushed with adrenaline, and her hands shaking as she gripped the steering wheel.

The police chief’s face turned pale, he asked softly through the walkie-talkie, his voice slightly fearful:

“Hey… is the car still intact, honey…?”

She glanced around, then whispered:

“…surely…surely still…”

But her eyes were still on the place where Lambor disappeared.

Because in that moment…
She knew the chase between her and him had just begun.

She walked back to her small, tidy rented house that always made her feel like she was living a “reluctant minimalist” lifestyle. She took off her coat with a slight jerk, obviously tired, took off her name tag and sign, everything fell into place on the rack with the same precision as usual.

She grabbed a towel and quickly walked to the bathroom behind, muttering as she walked:

“Tomorrow on my way to work I have to stop by and ask the landlord about this water pipe…”

She took off all her clothes, hung them on hangers, turned on the faucet.
Splash…!
The cool water running down her head made her shiver in pleasure. She closed her eyes and exhaled lightly as if 80% of her fatigue had been released.

She raised her hand to rub the shampoo into her hair, creating enough foam that it seemed to turn her hair into white clouds.

Already…

“Crack… crack…”

One drop… two drops… three drops…
Then there was silence as if the whole area had been cut off.

She opened her eyes slowly.
Looking at the faucet.
Looking at the foam.
Looking at her body, which was as white as plaster.

“…Not right now?”

Her voice was drier than a dead faucet.

She tried tapping the faucet.
It didn’t work.
She tried shaking it harder.
Still, it was silent.

She stood still for a second.
The wind stopped.
No one said anything.
Only the foam was… slowly running down her ass.

Looking around the bathroom, there was no empty bucket, dry basin, or spare water tank.

Then her eyes stopped at a small, familiar crack in the wall.

“Behind the wall is the neighbor’s villa: clean yard, neat bamboo garden, and especially…
a huge watering can.”

As soon as she finished thinking, she took a deep breath.
Then she narrowed her eyes.
Just 0.2 seconds of thinking,
she jumped up onto the jackfruit tree next to the wall.

On the jackfruit tree:
– Her hair stood up because of the soap bubbles.
– Her eyes opened wide like a secret agent.
– Her small body was covered in white foam, looking just like… a genetically mutated jackfruit.

She listened.
No movement.

She crawled lightly over the edge of the wall, her movements as light as a cat.
She jumped down to the neighbor’s yard with such a small sound that even she had to praise herself:

“Standard.”

She ran through the bamboo garden, looking both strange and pitiful: foam falling, steps close to the ground, face tense as if preparing to defuse a time bomb.

She reached the sprinkler and turned the valve slowly…
“Crack… squeak…”
The kind of noise that would make your heart drop to your stomach.

Then..!
Water gushed out.

 

She almost wanted to cry with joy.

She rubbed her hands vigorously, washing her head, neck, shoulders, body… as fast as a restaurant staff clearing dishes before closing.

Suddenly…!

“Growl…”

She stood there like a statue.
She turned her head to look .

A huge dog was also looking at her, their eyes meeting.

But…It didn’t bark.
Just tilted its head, like:

“This scene looks familiar?”

He looked at her for 3 seconds.
Don’t understand.
Don’t like.
Don’t hate.

It…
yawned loudly
and then lay down to sleep again.

She did not dare to breathe heavily for fear that the remaining foam would fall down and make a noise.

After rinsing, she turned off the faucet and stepped back.
She jumped up onto the wall, grabbed the edge, and pulled herself up so fast that if there were Olympic scoring, she would have gotten at least a 9.8.

After washing off the suds at the neighbor’s house and returning, she thought everything was done.

But no…

She had just stepped into the living room, let out a soft sigh… then her eyes fell on the evening gown lying miserably on the table.
She frowned.

Her white dress, which was her favorite color, had a long tear down the side, missing the bottom. She remembered how she had ripped it off with such a decisive tear, then slid and jumped over the tables and chairs to block his path and the bodyguards tonight… and she knew immediately why.

Next to it are high heels.

More precisely: a high heel.

The other one… “disappeared.”

She stared at her shoes as if trying to ponder the philosophy of life:

“Where the hell did I throw it…?”

She opened the laundry room door.
The truth hit her in the face:
last night’s laundry was still in the machine, undried.
She put her hand to her forehead.

“That’s cool.”

She opened the machine, took out the clothes, everything was still wet, cold, giving off a feeling of “cannot wear”.

Today she was so tired: she forgot the laundry, ran out of water, and had to save herself by breaking into a neighbor’s house.

Having nothing else to wear, she went back into her room and opened the closet.

She grabbed a pair of soft nightgowns and put them on. They were bright red, thin and transparent, hugging her body tightly and extremely short…something she normally only wore when she was at home, with the door closed and no one around.

The outfit clearly revealed every hidden curve inside, like “wearing it is like not wearing it.”

She looked at herself in the mirror for two seconds.
Her face was expressionless, just a look:

“Okay. Let’s do that for now.”

Going down to the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator.

Inside:

…A cracked egg.
…A carton of milk that had expired two weeks earlier.
…A few bottles of water.
And… a stray packet of chili sauce.

She closed the refrigerator slowly, as if afraid it would give her more bad news.

The stomach growled loudly.

She sighed.
She didn’t want to, but she had to:
go buy food.

Because the red pajamas were too short, tight and transparent, and she wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath, she put on a gray coat that reached almost to her knees and grabbed her sunglasses.

But still not assured.

She opened the door a crack and peeked out.

The road in the residential area was quite deserted, with only yellow lights and a few motorbikes passing by in the distance.

She said to herself:

“The convenience store is only three blocks away. Just a quick walk.”

She walked out, but her gait was…

Crouched low.
Jacket hugging face.
Arms spread out like hiding from paparazzi.
With every step, look left – look right – look back – look forward.

If anyone turned around, they would think she was a secret agent following someone.
Or an amateur thief in training.

She tried to walk fast, but because she was tired, her legs were a bit wobbly, so she walked with a jerk like a robot out of battery.

Occasionally, when someone passed by, she would immediately hide behind an electric pole, pretending to look at… some non-existent stray cat.

The more she walked, the more she felt like:

…Pervert
…Wearing red pajamas
…No underwear
…Wearing a gray shirt, wearing sunglasses.
…Cold face but darting eyes
…And secretly, sneaking to the convenience store at midnight

By the time she reached the second street, she almost wanted to turn back.

But the stomach growled again.

“…must live first.”

She tightened her coat and pulled it down to cover her lower body, raised her head, and increased her speed.

The third street was endless.
The convenience store lights were bright like a famine oasis.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

coming soon

If nothing unexpected happens… then great.
The cold white light from inside the store seemed to… shine directly on the red, thin, tight-fitting pajamas under the gray coat, making her feel like a VIP…

She walked in, walking hurriedly, nervous but still trying to keep calm.

The employee was standing at the counter, leaning his arms on the table, yawning loudly.
But when he saw her walk in, he immediately:

Look.
Stop yawning.
Then look again.

Short gray jacket, sunglasses.
Hair still a little wet.
Eyes darting around as if being chased.
And under the jacket… a glimpse of bright red.

The cashier frowned.
His eyes clearly expressed one sentence:
“Gray…red…but really white feet?”

She pretended not to see.
She just pulled the collar of her coat closer to her face, gently grabbed the edge of her coat with one hand and pulled it down, then walked straight into the booth.

Passing the instant noodle section, her stomach growled for the third time:

“Ugh…”

It was as loud as a milk carton falling to the floor.
Two young people standing there choosing snacks turned to look at her.

She glanced at them with cold eyes like:

“Not me.!”
Then immediately turned in the opposite direction.

The store camera tried to focus on her… but she dodged like a pro.
She continued to walk deeper inside, but every time she saw the camera pointed towards her, she immediately:

…pretend to sit down and pick up a bottle of water
…or turn to face the shelf next to you
…or cover your face with your hands
…or turn around to pull your jacket down to cover your lower body.

She stood in front of the instant food counter, her hands on each item:

– sandwich
– dumpling
– salad
– onigiri
– cup noodles
– KFC chicken rice

But her face was so serious that if you added background music, it would look like she was choosing the right weapon for a secret mission.

Finally she decided:
meat bun + a bottle of milk + a hot lunch box.

She held the food in her arms and walked quickly towards the counter, but just as she was about to pay, the automatic door made a “ding” sound.

A tall man walked into the store.

The light above shone on his face, very handsome, sharp eyes, standing straight and calm… he walked towards her.

She immediately bowed her head.
Pulled her coat over her face.
Turned her back.
Pretended to focus on… the candy shelf.

She stood still.
Her body was stiff as a statue.
The atmosphere was a little tense.

The cashier glanced over, his face full of wariness but also a bit… curious.

He walked to the beverage counter, passing behind her.

She heard the footsteps clearly.
They were getting closer and closer.
She tried to act casual, but her hands were shaking so much that she almost dropped her lunchbox.

The moment he passed by, she immediately:

…turn around and hide in a tiny corner,
…pretend to look at the colorful gummy bears,
…and lower her head as if reading… the nutritional information.
Anyone who sees this will think:
“This girl is probably planning to plagiarize the gummy bear recipe.”

While he was still standing at the counter, she quickly walked to the counter, put the items on the table and said softly, very quickly:

“Please calculate the bill for me.”

The cashier was a little startled by the speed and tone of voice as if he was giving out a password.

“Ah… yes!”

Beep — beep — beep.

“In total…”

“Swipe.”
She handed over the card.

After finishing, she hugged all her things and walked away as fast as the wind.

“Ding…”
The door opened.

She disappeared from the store as quickly as she had gone to her neighbor’s house to take a shower.
She hugged her bag of groceries and walked out of the convenience store.
The night air was quiet, the yellow light reflected off the street covered in light rain.

She pulled her coat back over her red pajamas, her face slightly red, and quickly ran towards the first street.
Her footsteps were not loud, mostly the squishing sound of her slippers.

Halfway across the street, she suddenly stopped.

A strange feeling ran down my spine.
Not the wind.
Not the sound of the car.

But it is… the eyes.

As if someone was watching her, following her, keeping the right distance.

She turned her head to look.

Byline.

Nobody.

Only the streetlights were long, and a cat was rummaging through the trash.

She said to herself:

“Just an illusion.”

She walked again, faster.

But behind—

A footstep.
Very light.
But real.

Not a cat.
Not the wind.
But… the sound of leather shoes, clacking steadily on the pavement.

With police intuition, she did not turn around
to avoid attracting attention.

Both hands clutched the food bag tightly.
The collar of the coat was pulled up higher.

“Dressed like this, it is really inconvenient to move.” she thought to herself:

Her heart was beating softly but quickly, like someone trying to stay calm.

The second street came into view.
The neighborhood was silent.

She stepped into the darkest part of the street…
…only to find out.

The footsteps were still there.
And getting louder.

For a brief moment, the night wind blew.

Carries… a very light, very clean, slightly cold scent, like cedar mixed with clean clothes.

She was startled.

This smell…
She had smelled it before.

At the scene tonight?
Or in the conference room?
Or during the chase?

She wasn’t sure.
But it wasn’t strange.

That made her alertness spike.

She walked to the end of the street, where a few broken lights created a patchy darkness.

She had just walked through a stretch of light… when suddenly.

A silhouette was reflected on the road behind her.
Long.
Tall.
Steady.
And approaching.

She paused for a second.

No spin.
No run.

Just stand still.

The wind blew, causing the edge of her coat to lift slightly, revealing a patch of smooth black hair and a firm butt for just 1 second before disappearing. She quickly closed her legs and pulled her coat down to cover herself.

Behind…
The footsteps stopped.

On the road, that tall shadow stood about 6 meters away from her.

Unmoved.

No talking.

Just… look.

She took a deep breath.

Suddenly, a deep, low voice rang out from behind, not loud but enough to make her entire back tense up…!!!

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