Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Chapter 111 Lambo—Crazy Testing Drive

Parker had just slid into the Lambo's leather seat, the engine thrumming like a predator waking from hibernation when—

Shift.

A pool of shadows darkened beneath him. Cold tendrils stretched from under the pedals, coiling up, and then—Ere.

Her silvery eyes glowed faintly as she materialized from the darkness, perched smugly between his legs. Soft cloth-shaded fur, sleek and unnatural, rippled as she tilted her head, her voice soft but pointed.

"Going somewhere... Master?"

Parker arched a brow. "What the hell, Ere? Get out of there. I almost stepped on you."

She blinked slowly, tail curling in amusement. "You were about to leave without me. We had a deal, remember? I don't do abandonment."

He exhaled, resting his wrist on the wheel. "It's just a drive. You're a cat, not my co-pilot."

"Cat? Please." She flexed her claws, metallic tips scraping lightly against the carbon fiber trim. "You're practically blind without me watching your back even in that forest. So, either I come... or we see how well your pretty car handles a burst tire at 200 miles per hour."

His eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't."

She smirked.

"...Fine. But you're not sitting on my lap."

"Wouldn't dream of it. Even if you beg..."

WHOOSH. Ere melted into the next seat, her presence folding into the leather, but he felt her there—just lingering. Watching.

"Alright. Let's ride." The Lambo Revuelto snarled to life, the V12 growl echoing like a war cry in the garage.

Parker didn't ease into the drive.

He unleashed it.

The tires screeched against the floor as he punched the accelerator. The car lurched forward like a bullet breaking free of the barrel, his head slamming back into the seat. The low hum beneath the hood grew into a violent snarl, echoing through his chest.

The garage exit was tight, but Parker's reflexes were sharper thanks to his immortal-like instincts. The gate was already open and the wheel turned a fraction, just enough to whip the Lambo onto the open street, the backend kissing the curb with a spark before regaining perfect grip.

60. 80. 100.

Streetlights turned into glowing streaks in his periphery. The roar of the engine blended with the sharp whoosh of the wind clawing past the windows, pressing him deeper into the leather seat as he tore through the empty streets.

A blacked-out McLaren just like his at Blackstone Tower—loomed ahead—fast, but not him fast.

Parker downshifted. The pop-pop of the exhaust echoed as the RPMs climbed higher. The gap evaporated in seconds, his pulse syncing with the Lambo's furious rhythm.

The McLaren driver barely had time to react before the Revuelto ripped past on the left, so close Parker caught the wide-eyed holy shit expression of the other driver in his side mirror before he disappeared behind him.

"Flexing now, are we?" Ere's voice echoed lazily from her spot her smoky form slithering along the leather, half-materialized in shadow.

He grinned, eyes sharp on the next turn. "I haven't even started yet."

The next curve? Sharp. Deadly.

Parker gripped the wheel tighter.

Downshift.

The engine screamed, raw power surging beneath his hands. Tires howled in protest as he yanked the wheel, sending the Lambo into a perfect sideways drift.

Smoke billowed. The street became a blur of neon and streetlights. The wheel trembled under his grip, the G-forces dragging at his body as the backend slid wide—nearly too wide.

For a heartbeat, the car hung on the edge of losing control.

Countersteer.

He snapped the wheel back just enough—correcting—forcing the tires to bite back into the asphalt with a deafening shriek before the Lambo straightened out, steady as a heartbeat, this was crazier than when he raced with Tessa and the Buggati.

"Show-off," Ere muttered, her silver eyes half-lidded, unimpressed.

A burst of headlights flared ahead.

A truck.

A massive semi, hogging both lanes.

Too close. Too fast.

Parker's grip tightened. "Hold tight."

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The truck's horn blared, a deafening BLAAAAARE cutting through the street as the gap shrank to nothing. There wasn't enough space.

But no hesitation.

He dropped two gears, the engine snapping into a vicious roar as he pushed the Lambo harder.

The gap? A few feet, barely there.

The wind slammed against the car's body, rattling the side mirror as the Revuelto sliced between the truck's frame and the guardrail—inches to spare.

For a heartbeat, he felt the suction drag of the truck's speed pulling on his car.

Then—freedom.

The Lambo shot out of the gap like a cannonball, the horn still blaring behind him as onlookers at a nearby crosswalk stopped dead—phones out to record but the car was already gone.

Ere exhaled, slow and steady. "You're insane."

Parker just smirked, rolling his neck.

No.

He was alive.

The next stretch of road opened wide. Dark. Tempting.

"Let's break some records." Pedal to the floor, the beast screamed—louder, higher—fury unleashed and the needle climbed.

150.

151.

200.

Buildings blurred into nothingness. The wind howled so loud it felt like the car was shredding the air itself.

The world felt weightless.

Then—

A sharp curve.

The kind that made even professional racers hesitate.

Only Parker didn't hesitate. The word never in his dictionary.

Downshift. Brake tap. Clutch release.

The Lambo whipped into a vicious drift.

Tires shrieked like tortured metal. Rubber melted into the road, smoke billowing in thick clouds.

The backend slid too wide.

Countersteer—

Sparks flew as the undercarriage kissed the ground. The world spun—a blur of light and smoke—

But he felt it.

The rhythm.

The balance.

The car snapped back just as the smoke cleared, the engine snarling in pure mechanical rage as the wheels caught traction again.Parker exhaled, heart pounding. The grin on his face—?

Pure, reckless satisfaction.

"Yeah... that's what I'm talking about." The roar of the Lambo finally settled as Parker eased off the gas, the engine's feral growl fading into a deep, steady purr.

Beverly Hills blurred past him, streetlights turning into soft streaks of gold as he climbed higher, following the winding roads with sharp precision. The madness of the ride melted away, leaving nothing but the hum of the car and the faint whistle of the wind through the cracked windows.

He was heading somewhere quiet. Somewhere high.

A place where the world couldn't reach him.

The air cooled as he took the last curve, the city stretching out below—a vast ocean of lights, shimmering gold and silver in the endless sprawl. Skyscrapers pierced the skyline, their glass faces catching the reflections of the stars above.

He finally pulled over at the edge of a secluded hill, a spot tucked away from the chaos but offering a perfect view of Los Angeles in its full nighttime glory.

The car idled for a moment, then fell silent as he killed the ignition.

No noise.

Just the faint whisper of the wind brushing through the trees and the distant pulse of life from the city below.

Parker stepped out, the scent of the cool night air filling his lungs as he shut the door behind him with a solid thunk.

He didn't say a word. Just climbed onto the hood of the blacked-out Lambo, the metal still warm under his touch, and settled back against the windshield, arms folded behind his head.