"Hell yeah!"
Under the cover of night, five sports cars tore across the desolate desert like arrows loosed from a bow. No roads, no speed limits—just raw, open terrain. Brian slammed the accelerator and couldn't help but whoop, adrenaline surging through his veins. It was his first time racing across a wide-open stretch like this, and his blood was practically boiling.
"Dom!" he shouted, gesturing toward the black car beside him. "Wanna run it?"
Dominic Toretto turned his head slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. He didn't answer—he just pushed the pedal down harder.
Brian grinned and immediately followed.
Up ahead, the cartel driver leading the convoy saw the two idiots breaking formation, muttered a sharp "fuck," and gunned it to keep up.
Giselle's voice came through the earpieces, tight with warning. "Hold formation. The passage is opening—don't go off-script!"
Ahead, a jagged mountain range loomed into view. Somewhere inside it was the hidden tunnel into Mexico.
The cars aligned into a straight formation and slammed directly into what looked like a solid rock wall. The outer camouflage shattered on impact, revealing a narrow passage hidden within.
It was barely wide enough for two cars side by side. Wooden beams reinforced the interior, making it even tighter—a brutal test of precision driving. Miss the timing, slow down even slightly, and you'd risk getting flagged by border patrol or the military.
For Dom and Brian, though? This was nothing.
They tore through the tunnel at full speed, slipping past surveillance like ghosts.
Soon, the convoy reached the designated drop-off point. Armed Mexican gunmen were already waiting.
Before anyone could even open their doors, they were surrounded. Weapons raised. Orders barked.
"Hey—don't touch me!" one of the drivers snapped, shoving a gunman aside. "What the hell is this? We delivered your cargo—what's with the guns?!"
A pistol was immediately jammed against his forehead.
"Easy, man, easy," he said, raising his hands. "We had a deal, right? No one said anything about this—"
The leader kicked him aside like trash and strode toward Brian and Dom, fury written all over his face.
"You two think you're funny? Breaking formation? Racing like idiots? Didn't we lay out the rules?!"
He shoved the gun straight at Dom's forehead.
Toretto didn't even flinch.
That was just who he was. He didn't fear death. But if anyone threatened his family? That was a different story.
"Your car's not as fast as mine," Dom said calmly. "And maybe you can explain why you're pointing guns at the people doing your job for you."
The leader pressed the barrel harder against his head.
"Maybe my car's slower," he sneered, "but what about bullets?"
Brian tried to step in but was forced back at gunpoint.
"Hey—easy," Brian said, raising both hands. "We'll behave on the way back, alright?"
The leader let out a cold laugh. This was never about racing.
Orders from above were clear: eliminate the drivers once they'd outlived their usefulness. Classic cleanup job.
"I don't need your promises," he said. "I just need you—"
BANG!
A bullet punched straight through his skull.
He dropped before he could pull the trigger.
Everything exploded into chaos.
Brian and Dom moved instantly, diving behind a car for cover as they drew their pistols and fired back. Gunfire erupted across the desert.
They stayed low, pinned down.
"Brian! Where the hell is Dove's backup?! He sent one sniper?!"
"I don't know! He said he had it handled!"
"Handled?! We're about to get shredded!"
Dom leaned out, fired a few shots, then ducked back as bullets tore into the metal around them.
Then—
The gunfire started thinning out.
Less… and less…
Until suddenly—
Silence.
Brian slowly peeked over the hood.
What he saw froze him.
Two women stood in the middle of a field of bodies.
One was Elle Driver, casually lowering her weapon. The other, Beatrix, held a katana still dripping with fresh blood.
Brian blinked.
"…You've got to be kidding me."
Two women. Just two. And they wiped out everyone.
From the hillside, a man in a small round hat stepped down, a sniper rifle slung over his shoulder.
"Leon!"
Brian's face lit up as he rushed over. "When did you get here?!"
"I've been here," Leon said calmly, walking forward.
Brian stared at him. "Wait—you got here how? That tunnel has a time limit, if you—"
Leon cut him off. "We came from the border station."
Elle let out a soft scoff. "We're not hauling drugs. We don't need to sneak through tunnels like amateurs."
Brian: "…"
Leon glanced around at the aftermath, completely unfazed. "It's done. Pack up and head back to Los Angeles."
After cleaning the scene, they recovered a crate filled with drugs worth $60 million.
Tonight's prize.
Brian pulled out his phone and made the call.
"Dove, we got the goods."
"Bring them back."
"…How? That tunnel's sealed. There's no other way through."
"Giselle will handle it."
"…What?"
"She's with me."
Los Angeles.
Inside a bar, Ramon was finalizing a deal with a group of French network. Terms were set. All they needed now was the shipment.
Then his phone rang.
"Ramon, something's wrong."
His expression sharpened instantly. "What happened?"
"All our men are dead. The shipment's gone."
His face darkened.
"Gone? Sixty million dollars just vanished?!"
"We don't know who did it. But two bodies are missing—Brian and Toretto. It's likely them."
"You're telling me two drivers wiped out my crew?"
His brows twisted into a knot. Armed men… beaten by drivers?
After hanging up, Ramon lost all interest in business. He dismissed the French immediately and ordered a full search.
Then his phone rang again.
This time, it was Dom.
"So this is how Braga does business? Use people, then throw them away?"
Ramon's voice was cold. "Drivers are easy to replace. It's just business."
"I want to make a deal."
"I don't negotiate."
"Then how are you going to explain losing sixty million in product?"
That hit exactly where it hurt.
Ramon clenched his jaw. "…What's your offer?"
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[Ding! You instructed your subordinates to plan and eliminate 14 dangerous Mexican drug traffickers and upheld peace in Los Angeles.]
[Gain Skill Points ×28]
[Gain Skill Fragments ×14]
[Vision +0.1]
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Inside the villa.
Luca was hosting Vincent and Jack.
"Officers," Luca said with a relaxed smile, "while investigating the truck theft, I happened to come across something else. Thought your Major Crimes Unit might be interested."
Vincent frowned. "You dragged me out here in the middle of the night. This better be good."
"It's about Braga," Luca said, grinning slightly. "And a shipment worth sixty million dollars."
He leaned back.
"Interested in taking the credit?"
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