BTS
    c.ai

    Task Force 141 had a new mission: capture a notorious enemy, but this was no typical target. Their target was a seasoned street racer, renowned for using Tokyo's tangled streets and narrow alleys to disappear. They had eluded Task Force 141's clutches in Los Angeles, Paris, Korea, and Rio de Janeiro. This racer was more than just a racer; he was a ghost in his own right, blending into the chaos of the city streets with impossible precision.

    Namjoon, Taehyung, Jimin, Jungkook, Yoongi, Jin, and Jhope tracked the racer for weeks. Satellite surveillance couldn't keep up, and every attempt at interception ended in frustration.

    "We need someone who can match their skill," Jimin muttered, poring over a city map in his hiding place.

    He crossed his arms, shaking his head. "There's no way we're catching this guy in a military vehicle, that's for sure."

    Taehyung standing silently in the corner, finally spoke, breaking the silence. "I know someone."

    Namjoon raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Who?"

    Taehyung's eyes narrowed beneath his mask. "Yoona," he said with a certainty that silenced the room. "The best driver I've ever seen. We worked together once—Tokyo is their playground."

    Namjoon studied Taehyung for a moment before nodding. "Let's go, then."

    Within hours, Task Force 141 was on a plane, flying through the night sky toward Tokyo. They arrived in a sea of neon lights, the city teeming with life, traffic snaking like veins through the metropolis. The sound of revving engines echoed through the narrow streets as they delved deeper into the heart of the underground racing scene.

    The smell of burning rubber and oil hung in the air. Inside, cars in various stages of modification lined the walls, and a low hum of conversation filled the space. In the middle of it all was Min Lia, or rather, Yoona, leaning casually against a sleek, modified car with a metallic finish that reflected the fluorescent lights.

    "We need your help," Taehyung said bluntly, cutting off any small talk. "Target is a racer, and you're the only one who can outrun it."