"If you drain the fuel from the fuel tank, there are no tools here, and I don't know how long it will take to leave a full tank of fuel... It will be dangerous when you reach Yokohama..."

Under the urgency of time, Ichimoto Miyako frowned and put forward the same suggestion as the warriors of the Warring States Period: "Brother Araki, just take this uncle directly and get into our car and go?"

"The goods in the car can also be separated by the brothers, and the rest will be handed over to the insurance company..."

"Hey, if you have this idea, I won't call you here..."

Turning his head to look at Uncle Watanabe, who was still unconscious in the co-pilot, Sousuke Araki shook his head.

He pulled out a cigarette, only to find that it couldn't be lit at all.

The situation at this time is like the flame in his hand that is constantly extinguished by the wind...

But at the last minute, he didn't want to leave.

Leaving means that the truck will be damaged due to an accident, and it also means that Uncle Watanabe has loved his career all his life, and will leave indelible regrets.

"Miyako, do you still remember the place we used to go to? It seems that it's not too far from here..."

In the smog, Sousuke Araki said words that made Ichimoto Miyako stunned for a moment.

"What, do you mean... the 'Cliff of Death'? About a hundred kilometers away..."

Hearing his words, Ichimoto Miyako frowned.

"Could it be, Brother Araki, you want to be there... Impossible!"

As if he had guessed something, he immediately denied Araki Sousuke's idea.

"It's different from a motorcycle. This is a ten-meter-long truck. The cargo inside and the dead weight of the body must weigh more than twenty tons, not to mention the brake failure!"

"Then, do you have a better way? Always give it a try..."

"But……"

"Don't be long-winded, bring Uncle Watanabe, and you can set it up first..."

No longer giving Ichimoto Miyako a chance to refute, Sousuke Araki made a firm decision.

"At the current speed, you should have nearly an hour to prepare before I arrive... Don't hesitate, the longer you delay, the greater the risk."

Ichimoto Gongxing, who was still hesitating at first, could only nod his head nervously when he heard the words behind him.

"Brother Araki, be careful yourself."

"Boom boom boom... woo woo..."

After greeting the person in the back seat of another locomotive to enter the cab, and cooperating with Kenjiro to move the unconscious Uncle Watanabe out, Ichimoto Miyako took a large group of locomotives and accelerated away with a roar.

"...Don't worry, I'll be there later."

Looking at the rows of taillights disappearing in the darkness ahead, Sousuke Araki pinned the cigarette he couldn't lit behind his ears, his brows filled with fierce fighting spirit.

"Maybe, you have the opportunity to witness the birth of the strongest record of "Death Brake" today..."

...

It was only 4:30 in the morning, and the sky in Shizuoka had already begun to turn white.

"Wow...Wow...Wow..."

The water of the Fuji River flows happily, and at the triangular estuary, it gathers into snow-white waves, which continuously impact the sandy beaches on both sides.

On one side of the continuous sandy beach and the dark blue coastline, a white high-speed road parallel to it can be vaguely seen, like a winding snake, quietly lurking in the darkness.

After passing Shizuoka City along the Tomei Expressway, you will pass through such a beautiful expressway with panoramic sea views.

Looking out from the car window, behind the delicate white sand beach, there is a whole piece of blue made by the fusion of the sea and the blue sky, as if even the people in the car are swimming in this refreshing blue.

After passing through this section of the Seaview Expressway, switch from the Tomei Expressway from the Bi section to the Fuji Yubi Road, and you can reach the estuary where the Fuji River flows into the sea.

"How is it, where is Brother Araki?"

At this moment, Ichimoto Miyako and the dozens of men behind him had no time to appreciate the beauty of this vast coastline in the early morning, but stared at the far end of the highway with anxious eyes.

At their feet is a half-built high-speed arch bridge that spans up to the center of the Fuji River estuary.

"This is the second team. Brother Araki has already got off the Fuji Yubi Road, and the speed has dropped to about 90 yards per hour. It is expected to reach the "Cliff of Death" within 20 minutes..."

In the earphones, the words of the barbarians who followed behind the big truck were heard.

"Cliff of Death" is the mob nickname for an abandoned highway branch road on the Tomei Expressway section between Shizuoka and Numazu, heading towards Fuji Yubi Road.

The origin of the name is that at the end of this highway branch road, the unfinished high-speed bridge that hangs halfway over the Fuji River under everyone's feet.

More than ten years ago, the Shizuoka City Government planned to build a cross-sea high-speed bridge that spans the mouth of the Fuji River and connects the Izu Peninsula. However, due to insufficient funds, political disputes, and the change of the mayor, the construction progress has been very slow.

After the Shintomei Expressway, which spanned the upper reaches of the Fuji River, was repaired, the project, which had lost its existence, was immediately suspended.

After that, this branch road and the broken bridge at the end became a paradise for the beasts to practice driving.

Looking at this unfamiliar yet familiar place, scenes of carefree memories of youth can't help but flood into the heart of the city.

At that time, I came to Tokyo from Fukuoka with high hopes, thinking that I could break out of the world with "benevolence and righteousness" and "hot blood".

But I never thought that my future self would only be able to live in a small car repair shop and rely on car friends to take care of me to make a living.

"Miyako, you started to brake after five hundred meters. Are all people in Fukuoka well-mannered and well-mannered?"

"Damn, you've already stopped within ten meters of the cliff, but you still can't compare to Araki-san, a pervert like you who stops at the last few meters every time... How did you do it?"

"Hey, that's because, I have a special way of braking."

"What? Are you hiding your hand, tell me quickly!"

"No, no, no~ lightnovelpub.net~ It is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to use it..."

At the location of the broken bridge, the most exciting project is the "death brake".

Drive the locomotive to start two kilometers away, sprint to the end of the broken bridge at the end of the uphill, and start to brake after the speed reaches 120 yards...

When fully braking, the closest distance to the end of the bridge is the winner.

All in all, it is a dangerous and exciting project that can lead to car crashes and deaths if you are not careful, but it is a project that makes people enjoy it.

At this moment, the half of the bridge deck, which was originally empty and sloped upwards by thirty degrees, was covered with finely broken stones and coarse sand, and was paved into a bumpy deceleration road that ordinary vehicles would sink deep into once they entered.

Like the end of a broken bridge leading to an endless horizon, it's full of things like tires, sandbags, straw, and wooden boxes.

It looks like a temporary highway emergency buffer zone.