Kingdom of Corrosion
Chapter 725 - 340: Whirlwind_3

Chapter 725: Chapter 340: Whirlwind_3

Stone miraculously didn’t talk back, put the truck in gear and slowly drove out of the small square onto the road. Dawn’s design was truly flawless; all road surveillance lay outside the safe zone. As soon as they left the safe zone, the flashlights immediately lit up.

The truck’s speed started to increase, first passing through a right turn at 90 mph and then accelerating to 130 on the way to the intersection. The engine revved close to four thousand RPM as they took a left at the intersection at 130 mph with the truck’s two right wheels lifted off the ground.

Next was a full throttle without letting up, the engine wailing as the RPM surged past five thousand. Lin Wu, holding Little Fight, leaned out the window to adjust its size, and Little Fight instantly slipped from his grasp and took flight. An S-curve maneuver followed, deftly avoiding three road zombies.

By then the speed had reached 180, and Lin Wu shouted excitedly, "Charge, charge, charge!"

Stone calmly said, "People without a basic understanding of speed and danger tend to be quite young."

"Why is that?"

"Because they die quickly." Stone glanced at the speedometer: "193."

Stone’s skill lay in driving prediction. He stayed on the left side of the road, and when zombies appeared in his field of vision, his slick brain instinctively made judgments, moving to the center or right in advance. He could also determine right away if two zombies left enough space for a vehicle to pass between them.

In the first minute, the drone pursued the truck after receiving feedback from the monitors. Lin Wu exercised great restraint and only took down the drone with Little Fight when a red light shone on the truck. By that time, 1 minute and 20 seconds had passed, and they had gained 20 seconds.

At 2 minutes and 20 seconds, four drones reached the crash site of the previous drone, hovering for about 5 seconds before plunging towards the distant truck based on surveillance feedback. According to Shana, who observed from a high vantage point, the exact safe time was 2 minutes and 50 seconds, 10 seconds less than her estimate.

She complained accordingly, believing that the drones should have followed the road surveillance signals and pursued the vehicle along the roadway. In reality, the drones preempted the truck’s route and chose a direct flight approach to interception.

Little White Rabbit responded, explaining that this conclusion was drawn through calculation. The gist was, even if that morning you had just let out a fart, big data had already predicted the high likelihood of that fart leading you to the toilet, causing you to miss the first bus. To avoid a full deduction for attendance, you would inevitably choose the more convenient taxi. Based on the vacancy rate of local taxis during that time of day, big data had calculated that your chances of getting to work on time were below 5% from the moment you farted.

A more professional example is the countdown for traffic lights in navigation systems, which don’t have real-time information from the traffic network. It’s said to be calculated from a large amount of user feedback processed by the backend.

Meanwhile, the truck, traveling at 200 mph, smashed through a parking gate and charged onto the ramp, a curved path. As the car seemed headed straight for the right wall, Lin Wu shouted urgently, "Brake, brake!"

"Shut up." Stone didn’t slam the brakes but instead used tap and light braking to control the speed and vehicle, keeping the truck rubbing against the right wall of the ramp before pressing the brakes hard. In a mere 5 seconds, the speed dropped from 200 to 70, aided by the incline of the ramp.

Once on the U-shaped highway, Stone parked the truck, turned off the engine, opened the door, and got out without a word. He sat down on the spot and started slapping his uncontrollably trembling right leg.

Lin Wu came over and praised, "Not bad, Old Man."

Stone waved him off, signaling Lin Wu not to talk to him. He leaned against the truck and mimicked lighting up a cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled a puff of imaginary smoke. His whole body finally relaxed with that nonexistent puff of smoke.

Lin Wu: "Let’s rest for a few minutes. I’ll take over for the most dangerous part of the journey next."