"Hell yeah! Now this is the kind of car a real man should drive!"
Johnny Silverhand's roar blended with the thunderous growl of the Porsche 911's engine, the classic machine—worth its weight in gold—tearing through the streets of Watson like a streak of lightning.
Passersby couldn't help but gawk. In Night City, luxury cars weren't rare, and antique rides showed up from time to time. But a golden antique being brazenly driven through the city? That was a walking cash dispenser.
Whenever a golden car rolled onto the street, normal people couldn't not look.
"We've got company," Karl muttered, eyes narrowing as his rearview mirror reflected a dozen fast-approaching silhouettes.
Motorcycles, custom rides, even beat-up pickups coughing black smoke—like sharks drawn by the scent of blood, they poured into the main street from every alley. In Night City, chasing money was basic survival. And that Porsche was a golden ticket—any street punk could dream of becoming king with a ride like that.
Carjacking and auto theft were age-old trades in Night City. Even Jackie had pulled a few back in the day. Hijacking? Just the more aggressive evolution of those two "discussions" over vehicle ownership.
So when these punks saw a golden Porsche driving around in the open, what else were they supposed to do?
Sell it, and you'd have enough eddies to live the next dozen lifetimes in debauched luxury. Pass up the chance? Might as well die choking on piss in some sewer.
If you don't have the guts, you don't belong in Night City. If you do—you better take the shot.
Karl noticed more and more cars joining the pursuit—some even did U-turns on the spot to join the chase.
"Don't they ever stop to think that someone driving this thing so openly might not be easy prey?"
He glanced over at Johnny. "Johnny, you got that pedal floored? Because at this rate, they're gonna ram us and shut you down."
"Hah! These rusty tin cans?" Johnny slammed the accelerator. His cyberlimbs synced perfectly with the classic car's controls. The Porsche 911 let out a feral roar and surged forward, putting three car lengths between them and the nearest pursuer.
"Even fifty years from now, they won't touch my damn taillights!"
He wasn't wrong. Compared to the wobbly driving he did earlier in the morning with the Hera, Johnny had now fully adjusted to driving with a mechanical body—especially this car, the one he knew best. His driving was far beyond what your average street thug could pull off.
"How's that, Karl? And you too, kid from Santo Domingo. This is how real men street race!"
"Oh yeah?" Karl thought back to those Night City street races between Jackie and V. "Doesn't hold a candle to V and Jackie."
Then he remembered the hair-raising rides he'd taken with Chief Johnson. "Also not as good as Chief Johnson."
"Honestly, with skills like that, you're barely fit to run courier jobs in Santo Domingo," Andy chimed in mercilessly.
Santo Domingo, bordering the Badlands, was the district for learning to drive. Between wide-open wastelands and tight city alleyways, the drivers there had forged a reputation for real talent. Just like how Karl's squad usually let Oliver, a proud old-school Santo Domingo guy, handle the wheel.
To Andy, Johnny's performance? Meh.
'Why does Andy get so sharp when critiquing driving?' Karl mused.
While he pondered that, Johnny was already snapping back, arguing with Andy. "The hell'd you say, you little shit from Santo Domingo—?!"
His shout was cut off by a sudden screech of tearing metal. A heavily armored Thorton Mackinaw "Beast", with reinforced bumpers, came barreling out of a side alley—its frame sparking violently as it scraped the wall.
"Johnny, looks like they caught up," Karl said calmly, almost playfully.
But Johnny's eyes were already on the next threat—three heavily modded bikes with rear jets spewing ghostly blue flames. They came howling like hellhounds, engines shrieking, riders leaning low with glowing red visors. These guys were pros.
They fanned out, trying to surround the Porsche 911 in a pincer formation.
"Hey, want me to—"
Karl started to offer help, but the situation suddenly shifted.
That earlier Mackinaw Beast roared again, charging straight at the bikers. Its body was studded with serrated steel blades—still wet with blood. Clearly, this wasn't someone to mess with. And when he saw the bikers trying to cut in ahead, the driver didn't hesitate—he yanked the wheel and rammed one.
BANG!
Metal screamed, sparks flew. The biker barely had time to scream before his rear wheel was sliced clean off. The bike spun out, tumbling violently into a nearby holo-ad board that exploded in a flash of static and light.
"That kind of illegal mod violates Night City law. I've already filed a report," Andy said coolly, his voice shifting into cop mode.
The remaining two bikers reacted fast—one whipped out a gun and started firing at the Mackinaw, while the other suddenly hit full throttle, flames bursting from his tailpipes. He swerved left to overtake the Porsche, one hand on the bars, the other pulling out a modded smart SMG—
"Fuck off!" Johnny growled, yanking the wheel hard. The Porsche's rear spoiler scraped right past the biker's helmet, forcing him to dodge wildly.
At the same time, the rampaging Mackinaw Beast ignored the bullets and surged forward again. The brute behind the wheel grinned wide, flashing a mouth full of metal teeth. His hand slammed down on a hidden button—
BOOM!
The Mackinaw's rear boosters ignited, launching the whole truck forward like a missile—straight toward the Porsche's rear corner!
"That's all you got? Buckle the fuck up!" Johnny howled.
He yanked the handbrake and whipped the car into a perfect 90-degree drift at the intersection. The Porsche's tires kissed the edge of a virtual flowerbed, kicking up a flurry of holo-ads.
In the explosion of neon lights, Karl turned and caught sight of Andy—who, for once, was smiling.
That stone-faced Santo Domingo native was grinning like a wolf, clearly impressed by Johnny's last move.
"Now that's more like it," Andy muttered in approval.
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