"Yes, you heard it right, I'll drive." Mo Fan repeated.
Potter covered his forehead with one hand and put the other in front of him, "Brother, don't be impulsive. I know you are in a hurry, but don't be anxious yet."
"It's normal to win and lose in games. We have to keep a calm mind."
Mo Fan said angrily: "Are you giving me chicken soup for the soul?"
Porter considered his words, "I just want to say, it's just a game. We can risk our lives, but we really won't commit suicide."
Mo Fan: "I can catch up with the Quicksand Team."
"Brother, I know that you are very physically fit. This is the first time you ride in my car. Even if I drive at full speed, you won't get motion sickness. There is a high probability that your driving skills are not bad either."
"But racing is different from regular drag racing."
Mo Fan said: "For example?"
"For example, in "Neural Driving", you don't have the neural driving interface of "War Eagle". You can't surpass other drivers with neural driving just by relying on your driving skills. ” Potter explained, pointing to his wrist.
Mo Fan said nonchalantly: “I don’t need ‘nervous driving’. "
"Brother, are you sure?"
"I am sure."
"Don't think about it anymore?"
"No."
"Then I don't agree." Potter refused forcefully.
The atmosphere instantly cooled down.
Mo Fan patted Porter on the shoulder and said:
"If you think about it this way, if you are allowed to continue playing, it will be difficult for you to catch up with the Quicksand Team, and there is basically no hope of winning the championship. So why not let me try, there is no loss anyway."
Porter sighed and said: "That's not the point of the problem. If you take shortcuts in a 13-speed car without the assistance of "nervous driving", it's suicide. I don't want to die yet." "
"So, the question now is, are you worried about your life?" Mo Fan breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had solved a problem.
"Yes." Potter nodded.
Mo Fan took out the Death Wheel, put the thick muzzle of the gun on Potter's cheek, and poked it in.
"Do you feel better now?"
"Much better, much better. If you were so polite earlier, I would have no problem with it." Potter said with an apologetic smile.
"Don't I respect your choice?"
Mo Fan kept raising his gun and asked: "Just in time, let's discuss the reward distribution. If I can surpass the Quicksand Team and win the competition, the reward must be increased. Consider the implanted "Neural Driving" as my reward, but Divide it? "
Potter rolled his eyes and said, "It's not too much. If you can win the championship, brother, I will give you all the championship bonus. I can also give you another hundred thousand federal coins."
"That's not necessary. Let's follow the contract. I only need to take away one prosthetic body."
After happily making an agreement, Mo Fan stuffed the Wheel of Death into Potter's arms.
"For the third section, you will be the escort."
"ah?"
"Just pretend, it will give you a sense of participation."
The two returned to the maintenance area, where the "War Eagle" had been repaired.
Mo Fan took the lead and sat in the driver's seat. When others were not paying attention, his fingers turned into copper fingers and poked into the "Neural Driving" verification interface.
The main body of the "Neural Driving" prosthesis is located in the racing car. The connection terminal implanted in Porter's body serves more as a key to turn on the "Neural Driving" and help him control the "Neural Driving" more easily.
Most of the use of external prostheses requires the installation of similar assistive devices.
For example, the industrial exoskeleton on Mo Fan can only be controlled by a monster like King Kong without the help of assistive devices. However, with the implantation of assistive devices such as connection terminals, an ordinary person with a thin body and only a short training can also use it. Industrial exoskeletons get the job done.
However, for Mo Fan, he does not need the verification and assistance functions of the connection terminal.
After inserting his finger into the verification interface and feeling the presence of "nervous driving", he started Dayan's physical training method.
In the blink of an eye, "Nervous Pilot" was assimilated by Dayan's physical training method and turned into his shape.
Under his trial, the performance of "Neural Driving" far exceeded the level when Porter used it.
Holding the steering wheel, Mo Fan felt that his body had turned into a racing car, running on four wheels was as natural as running on his legs.
As if he was meant to run on four wheels.
The configuration reaching 13 speeds makes him eager to run as a racing car and run at full speed.
"Potter, get in the car quickly."
Watching Mo Fan sit in the driver's seat and Porter holding the death carousel and sitting in the passenger seat, everyone else in the team was stunned.
It wasn't until the two of them drove out of the second maintenance station that the bearded man asked blankly: "Did they sit in the wrong position just now?"
The "War Eagle" drove out of the second maintenance station. Not long after, the sound of helicopter propellers and the shouts of the race commentators were heard in the sky.
"I dare to swear that in my more than ten years of commentary career, there is no game that is more incredible than today's game! More crazy!"
"Our No. 2 War Eagle team, after a series of historic performances, I thought they had reached their peak. To be honest, I told the cameraman just now that even if they win the championship tonight, I won't be surprised at all. .”
"Maybe they heard what I said and chose to slap me with the truth."
"The driver and the escort swapped identities. This is an unprecedented move! The player Mo Fan, who destroyed 13 teams tonight and looks like a large fighting machine, actually put down the gun in his hand and sat in the driver's seat."
"If anyone else, even Rolf, who started out as a driver, would have changed positions in such an important race, I would have said he was crazy."
"But they are the Warhawks, the ones who created the miracle tonight..."
The commentator wanted to point at the "War Eagle" and continue to sigh, but when he lowered his head, he found that the "War Eagle" had disappeared.
Looking along the track, I found that the "War Eagle" was almost at Shell Mountain.
"Wait, is it my imagination? Why are they so fast?"
In the "War Eagle", Mo Fan stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, enjoying the pleasure of running wantonly.
When a person runs at the speed of a sports car, the feeling of breaking through the limits of human beings is so fascinating.
While running, a question came to his mind.
If he were placed in the world of cultivation, would he be considered controlling a magic weapon, or would he be considered wielding a sword?
The standard racing car in the death racing competition can reach a straight line speed of 200 kilometers per hour based on 10 speeds.
He is currently at a speed of 13, and has also made settings such as lightening the body. The ultimate speed can reach 300 kilometers per hour.
Putting it into the ancient setting of Xianxia novels, regardless of road conditions, ordinary flying swords should not be able to catch up with him.
Mo Fan was thinking about the flying sword in his mind and thought it was not fast enough. He was chanting the Olympic slogan, "Higher, Faster, Stronger".
Porter, who was sitting in the co-pilot, couldn't bear it anymore. He was driving too fast. He was obviously flying too low!
The reason why the cars in the Death Speed Contest are controlled at full speed at 200 kilometers per hour is not because their car-making skills are insufficient and they can only go so fast, but because most of the tracks are outdoors and the road conditions do not allow high speeds at all.
At full speed, if you make a small mistake, the price will be a car crash and death.
The roads in disrepair around Yefeng Town are simply an incubation base for mistakes.
Porter tightened his seat belt, grabbed the armrests on the roof of the car with both hands, and kept looking at the surrounding road conditions. He was so nervous that he almost vomited.
Recalling when he took Mo Fan for a ride and told Mo Fan not to vomit because he was going too fast, he regretted it.
Now that the positions were reversed, he was really going to vomit.
This is probably a boomerang.
Every time he passed a stone and the car jumped, he would close his eyes, worried that the car would overturn.
But just like a fool who is lucky, several operations that he thought were fatal were able to be driven through without incident in Mo Fan's hands, with a little bump at most.
Slowly, when he encountered dangerous road conditions, his mind changed from "Don't overturn the car" to "Why can't the car overturn? This is unscientific".
Looking at the mountain of shell casings approaching in front of him, he began to get used to the feeling of his heartbeat.
He began to think about the possibility that Mo Fan was really a driving genius.
However, as soon as he turned his head, his heart that had just been relieved became suspended again.
We are about to enter the mountain, but Mo Fan hasn’t slowed down yet!
Danger!
