When making the plan, An Xin marked two shortcuts.
One leads directly to the mountainside of Shell Mountain, and the other goes directly to the top of the mountain. The two shortcuts are in different locations and have different levels of difficulty.
The existence of the two shortcuts dates back decades.
At that time, West City and Red River City were still sister cities, and the exchange port between the two cities had just been established.
As a trading point in the wilderness, Yefeng Town has set up a transshipment center at Shell Mountain. Every day, empty boats supply supplies at the top of Shell Mountain and carry goods from Yefeng Town to the exchange port.
During the hottest times, one winding mountain road was simply not enough, so two small roads were built at the supply point to share the road pressure.
As the two cities severed diplomatic ties, trade exchanges gradually decreased, Shell Mountain lost its former glory, and the two trails became deserted.
From An Xin's information, the two of them already had an idea of the road conditions on the trail, but after actually seeing it, they still felt numb.
It’s no wonder that Porter wasn’t sure of passing the trail, the two shortcuts were unmaintained and in disrepair. Cracks on the road and weeds growing up are considered good. The shrubs growing on both sides of the road, as well as the dirt and gravel falling on the road, are the real killers.
This kind of road surface is difficult even for normal driving, let alone drag racing.
"Brother, I think your speed is fast enough. We really don't need to take shortcuts. We can catch up by taking a normal mountain road." Potter struggled desperately.
"It's too late. An Xin has calculated that taking the shortcut to the top of the mountain can save 8 to 10 minutes compared to the normal route. The Liusha team did not enter the second maintenance point. When we left the second maintenance point, we were twelve minutes slower than them. , we must rely on shortcuts to overtake.”
At this moment, Porter suddenly felt that an overly detailed plan was not a good thing, and that the way he played without a plan was also good.
He sighed and continued to hold on to the armrests on the roof of the car, praying to the gods to bless him and leave the field alive.
Mo Fan controlled the "War Eagle" and rushed up the mountain road without losing speed.
"Our No. 2 player deviated from the race course. Was it because his speed was too fast and the system went out of control?"
The competition team's helicopter caught up from behind. They hovered on the top of the mountain, and the commentator shouted loudly.
"No, they did not lose control, but found a small path. Am I dazzled? Did this path exist from the beginning, or was it dug out by our magical player Mo Fan when everyone was not paying attention."
"Let's see where this path leads. To the top of the mountain! This path actually leads directly to the top of the mountain! If they can successfully go up the mountain from this mountain road, they will probably surpass the quicksand team who is far ahead!"
Mo Fan listened to the loud commentary above and wanted to stop the car and kill the noisy idiot with a sniper rifle first.
He had reason to believe that that bitch was informing the Quicksand Team that they had taken a shortcut and would be able to overtake them soon.
But he just thought about it and couldn't really take his hand out.
He was currently controlling the "War Eagle", racing all the way down the trail.
The various obstacles that often appear on the ground are more dangerous than the second level in the Key Challenge. Even if he enters the realm of human and vehicle integration, the car will overturn if he is not careful.
When "Neuro Driving" is activated, he understands every part of the car as well as his own body.
Which rocks can be knocked away without being injured; which slopes of earth can be pressed directly over without being "stumbled".
From a distance, he could see the "War Eagle" he was controlling moving around on the path, using an agility that did not belong to a car to nimbly avoid various obstacles.
"Our No. 2 player has safely traveled a third of the way and is frantically chasing the quicksand team."
"Just now, our backend data analyst sent a piece of information. Since the program team did not maintain it in advance, the difficulty coefficient of the path chosen by contestant No. 2 was determined to be 15!"
"Our competition team's AI program, Miss Deathwing, analyzed the success probability of passing this trail at high speed and found it to be 1.03%!"
"But our War Eagles have always firmly grasped this 1.03%!"
"Contestant Mo Fan can not only tame the bulky industrial exoskeleton, but also give life to the car and make it come alive. Look, the rapid serial changes of direction just completed on the mountain road are absolutely difficult moves, even if it is placed indoors The track and the drivers are very difficult to complete.”
Mo Fan was getting more and more annoyed with the commentator above his head. Not only did he report the points in real time, he also had a crow's mouth.
As soon as the explanation was finished, a large obstacle appeared on the road ahead.
Perhaps a heavy rain caused a small-scale landslide on the mountain, and a large amount of soil carried the rocks and washed onto the road.
With the subtle control of "nervous driving", he could avoid most obstacles, but a few medium-sized rocks were stuck together by the soil and blocked the middle of the road, making it impossible for him to avoid.
He took back the death carousel from Porter's arms. Under Porter's horrified eyes, he controlled the steering wheel with one hand, stretched out the window with the other hand, and fired six high-explosive grenades in succession.
In the explosion, mud and gravel flew into the sky, blocking the view of the mountains.
Amid Porter's screams, the war eagle pushed through the dirt and gravel and continued to climb toward the top of the mountain.
"Wonderful! Our player Mo Fan used his superb marksmanship to level the obstacles on the path and successfully overcome this difficulty."
"The Porter players enjoyed this game very much and shouted excitedly to announce to the audience that they have not given up fighting for the championship of this game!"
Mo Fan threw the death carousel back into Potter's arms and teased: "He said you enjoyed it very much."
Potter grabbed the armrest with one hand and the vomit bag in the other, and raised his head with difficulty, "Do I look like I'm enjoying it? Ugh..."
At the top of Shell Mountain, the Quicksand Team was running at full speed on the mountain road.
Gareth, the driver of Quicksand Team, raised his head and he could already see the flag at the finish line not far away.
After passing through a five-turn hairpin U-shaped turn and a 100-meter final sprint straight, they can win this game and win the championship.
For the championship, they prepared too much and paid too much.
Neither they nor the people above them are allowed to make the slightest mistake.
No matter who it is, no one can stop them.
From the beginning of the game until leaving the death maze, everything went smoothly.
Until something unexpected happened and they were now finished without that guy.
"Contestant Mo Fan made a difficult leap into the air and saved the day again. With such miraculous driving skills, it's no wonder that contestant Porter was willing to give up the driving seat."
"The top of the mountain is close at hand, and our Porter players have already roared in celebration in advance."
Gareth tightened his grip on the steering wheel and frowned.
He didn't understand how that guy who was full of surprises caught up so quickly.
Not long after he entered Shell Mountain, the fly-like commentator above his head kept broadcasting information about that guy.
What made him even more confused was that the commentator seemed to be drunk, jumping left and right, spinning in the air, leaping continuously...
From what the commentator said, you could say it was gymnastics, parkour, or even acrobatics, but it didn't sound like he was describing racing.
Can these adjectives be used in professional racing?
I'm afraid you're not kidding me.
But soon, Gareth understood what those commentary words meant.
Just as he was about to enter the fifth consecutive hairpin turn, he saw in the rearview mirror that 20 meters behind him, a white racing car rushed straight up, leaped over the guardrail more than half a meter high, and landed on the On the winding mountain road.
Gareth rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he had taken too many stimulant drugs and was hallucinating.
A sharp explanation sounded from above, breaking his doubts.
"Catching up! After a gorgeous charge leap, our player Mo Fan successfully caught up with the Quicksand Team!"
"At this moment, the two teams are back on the same starting line!"
