Bad Boy Agents
Rescuer
Fourteen motors were already lined up neatly with the engines turning on. Highlight the lights of each iron horse, too looks aggressive like the rider. They lined up behind the starting line with the sound of the engine roar that was mutual. Every rider has focused on the trick they will play while on a mission to become the only champion tonight.
This race is not just about earning prize money, but feeding the egos of its participants. Whoever wins, they will be adored and considered as the conqueror of other motorcycle genk. You can imagine how powerful the euphoria of victory calls them.
A thin woman in revealing clothes stood before the fighters. The curves of his body are clearly visible, his finger lentiknya holding a red scarf that he was ready to flick when the match began. That woman will be the determinant of when these wild racers should start running.
“You ready?!” she shouted with confidence.
The riders responded with the sound of the engine humming into each other. The audience's voice was no less enthusiastic about providing support. Shaka and Dion looked at each other, they were already preparing to compete to be the winner.
The red scarf was lifted into the air, five seconds later. The motors started running, scrambling for each other. Competition in the beginning, not only the competition of speed and strategy, but the battle of cunning to beat their respective opponents.
Like a motorcycle in front of Shaka, he deliberately overtakes and cuts opponents in front of him, making his opponent's bike look good. Although not to fall, it gives an opportunity for him to increase the speed of his bike. The man pointed his middle finger at his opponent which made his opponent mentally fall. Grunts were annoyed and left behind for a few seconds.
“Oh, so gini how to play,” Shaka murmured. The tall man increased his speed. At the first turn he deliberately took the left side, maneuvering smoothly, passing through a winding and sloping road.
Dion, who saw Shaka's efforts to make him fall behind, obviously did not want to lose. He increased the speed of the bike, to overtake Shaka who is in the leading three positions. The roar of the engine is increasingly sounding loud, he deliberately nudged his motorbike to his other opponent until there was one of the motorbikes to fall slipping. Dragged and rubbed with asphalt to cause sparks.
No one helped him, the rider had to get up on his own before being run over by another vehicle behind him.
“Hahahha Dion laughed with satisfaction inside his helmet. He increased the speed of his motorbike to catch up with Shaka.
One lap they had already passed and Shaka was in second place. Not much different from Dion who was in the top three. Dion grew increasingly arrogant driving his iron horse. The speed is increased and more. Feeling rivaled, this man began to pull out his sneaky trick.
He deliberately moved to the right lane, belonging to the first position. At the next corner he was already preparing to overtake from the right. When he was about to turn, he kicked his opponent until his motorbike turned and fell. Again, Dion laughed in satisfaction as he raised his hand into the air, showing arrogance for his success. His current rival is only Shaka who is in the middle lane, while the other riders are far behind them.
Sakhha's already seen how sneaky Dion's game is. He did not hesitate to make his opponent wretched. Shaka deliberately took a path that was a little far away from Dion. He avoided Dion's next sneaky attack.
These two motors are now in line. Their speed and RPM are in the same number. Their skills were not much different either. Dion begins to do his trick, pushing Shaka to the right. Shaka stays in his lane, but Dion gets closer.
In the next corner Dion was already preparing with his attack. He kicked his foot towards Shaka. Shaka could see that the man's shoe had a sharp knife on his side. If it hits the motorcycle tire Shaka will automatically break.
Shaka focused on steering his bike to keep it running smoothly on the road despite Dion's constant distraction. The man also took something out of his jacket pocket. Shaka looked at it like a big rock. Wait, it's not a rock, it's a magnet. Dion will definitely throw him towards Shaka, right at his motorbike's gear to get stuck and make Shaka fall, he said,
“Akh shit! This kid is really sneaky!” shaka Dengus. Dion just smirked. He makes use of all the things he can do to bring down his opponent especially Shaka.
Dion is already aiming for Shaka, he prepares to throw the magnet at Shaka. But at one last turn, a motorcycle suddenly entered the race area.
“That's Henka Kaizen!” exclaimed a racegoer who recognized the blue and red striped white motor.
“He's really here?” ask the gods to Zaidan.
“That's what you saw, he went in from turn to six.” Zaidan stared confusedly at the biker. That person should not be here and it would be impossible to come here. But why did he exist and occupy the empty space between Shaka and Dion.
Dion who saw the existence of the motor seemed stunned. It's getting harder and harder to throw a magnet right. Shaka who realized he was being protected also turned to the motor beside him. I don't know since when the bike was between him and Dion.
Dion did not run out of sense, at the next turn he threw a magnet that led to Shaka's motor machine. The chances are huge. But at the same time, the biker in the middle deliberately turned his bike and kicked the magnet with his foot.
The kick was right, to make the magnet was thrown and stuck to the street lighting pole. The sudden movement made the biker slip. The motor rotated on the black paved road again thickly. The audience screamed hysterically at the horrific event. The biker released his hand grip on the handlebar making him thrown quite far.
"AFSUCKER!!! FUCKIN' SHIT! FUCKIN' SHIT! SHIT!!" dion shouted as he realized that he had failed. Shaka's motorbike continued to go far towards the finish line.
“Jeez!! Help him!” shouted Edric. He doesn't want any fatalities in this race. The man held his head suddenly dizzy to see Dion's cunning and the heroic action of the biker earlier. The choice of the man was right to avoid Shaka's bike from throwing a magnet, but as a result he fell and injured.
Shaka saw from his rearview that the biker was lying on the asphalt and not moving. He drove the bike faster so that he could finish the race immediately. Within a few meters he finished the race.
“Wohoo!!!” the audience exclaimed when Shaka finally became the winner.
“BLACK RIDERS! BLACK RIDERS! BLACK RIDER!!” the audience is confusing his name. It was indeed that name they knew from a Shaka.
Shaka ignored the cheers for a moment. He immediately turned his bike and drove quickly to get to the person who had helped him. He had to make sure that the guy was okay.
When he arrived at the scene, the driver was no longer in his place. A few minutes ago he left on his bike. Leaving his genk friends staring westward, where the rider was passing.
Shaka did not stay silent, he immediately gave chase. Running with his big motorbike on the quiet streets. He increased the speed of his bike to chase the rider. Within a hundred meters he saw the rider turn to the right. Breaking through the red light and almost hit a container that just came out of a warehouse.
Luckily the rider was agile and could dodge. The motor drove quickly and made Shaka lag far behind. The chase was forced to stop when a container truck passed in front of Shaka and blocked his path.
"DON'T!!" Shaka cursed in annoyance. I don't know where the motor is going. Clearly, his figure was no longer visible. At the intersection of the red light, Shaka fell silent. He tried to recall the shape and color of the motor that had helped him. He remembered slowly the appearance of the motor he was wearing. It was familiar, especially the license plate.
“No, no way!” shaka exclaimed as he remembered half the license plate he had seen somewhere. Yeah right, license plates in Gayatri's house.
“What is Gayatri's brother? Did he really come? Why did he save me?” Shaka asked in his heart.
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