THE MIDNIGHT PREDATOR

Turns heads in daylight, tears through asphalt unseen at night

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You pull up at that restaurant where the city's elites hang out. Almost instantly, an eerie silence befalls the place. The oil baron's wife steals a glance; her husband notices it, too. The maître d' pretends not to stare, but his eyes keep drifting toward the exposed carbon everywhere — the fender, the tank shrouds, and the razor-edged tail. Draped in Midnight Veil paint, the Brabus 1400 R Signature Edition looks suave but hides a dangerous secret.