The Jesko's quad-turbocharged SHRIEKED like a banshee unleashed from hell, every shift punching through the night with mechanical violence. The rear tires screamed in agony as Parker threw the hypercar into an impossible reverse maneuver, his foot slamming the accelerator like a death wish.
The world inverted—highway lights flickering backward, the chaos of traffic scrambling to make sense of a lunatic blasting at 120 mph in reverse.
Then—
HONNNNNNNNNK!
The 18-WHEELER.
That horn didn't just rattle Parker's bones—it sent shockwaves through his soul. A low, thunderous warning of doom.
CLOSING IN FAST.
The semi was a freight train of death, its monstrous grille filling Parker's entire rearview mirror, headlights blinding as it barreled toward him like an iron-clad executioner.
Shit. Parker's immortal like reflexes snapped like lightning—left hand gripping the wheel, right hand seizing the e-brake.
YANK—TWIST—PRAY.
REVERSE DRIFT.
