The winding mountain road in Shell Mountain is a holy land for nearby drag racers. Its five consecutive U-shaped hairpin turns are the most popular section.
The speed at which you can drive through this stretch of road is an important indicator of your level and status in the circle.
However, compared with the path up the mountain, this difficult mountain road is no different from a straight line.
Mo Fan drove through the last section of the road without much exertion and crossed the finish line at the top of the mountain.
"The champions of tonight's Death Race stage finals are - the Warhawks! Let us cheer for them and give them the warmest applause!"
Before the "War Eagle" came to a stop, Porter couldn't wait to get out of the car and lay on the trash can beside him to vomit.
After he was relieved from vomiting, "Quicksand" slowly drove to the top of the mountain and crossed the finish line.
Mo Fan observed the expressions of the two members of the Quicksand Team. They had been here for so long, so they should have communicated with some people.
He wanted to see the attitude of the person behind them from their faces.
The expressions of the two members of the Quicksand Team were gloomy. When looking at Mo Fan, the driver Gareth would show obvious anger, while the escort's reaction was relatively calm. There was even admiration in Mo Fan's eyes.
Seeing that the two of them showed no signs of losing control or collapsing, Mo Fan touched his chin.
Maybe it's not so bad.
After vomiting, Potter's expression became clearer and he walked towards Mo Fan.
"Brother, have you ever considered taking on a disciple? You don't need to teach me too carefully, just let me learn the skills you just did."
Mo Fan said: "Accelerate and drift through five consecutive hairpin turns? Then you have to run back and forth to Shell Mountain every morning. When you run, put a glass of water in the car and a whole box of tofu in the trunk. When is the end of the run without spilling the water? , the tofu is not broken, and the heat is almost done.”
Porter waved his hand and said: "It's not five consecutive hairpin turns, it's a technique of crossing the mountain road at full speed."
"Um, it depends on talent. Let's wait until we get a chance."
Seeing that Mo Fan did not give an accurate answer, Porter was not in a hurry. He looked at the Quicksand Team in the distance and asked:
"Brother, why did you let them go? With your driving skills, it won't be difficult to kill them."
Mo Fan was dissatisfied: "Am I so like a murderer? I have to kill every rider I see?"
"Am I going to tell the truth?" Potter asked quietly.
"You'd better stop talking."
Mo Fan said innocently: "I am a mercenary. Killing is just a means. The purpose of my actions is always to complete the commission."
From the beginning, he never thought about killing the two members of the Quicksand Team.
Although the two players of the Quicksand Team are equipped with prosthetics, their origins are too complicated and there are too many things involved behind them.
He had just arrived at Azure Star, and he hadn't even found his feet yet. There was already a Three-Eyed Gang staring at him, which was already very troublesome. He didn't want to offend the enemies of Tianche City just yet.
They waited at the finish line for twenty minutes, and as the last runner crossed the finish line, the race officially ended.
In tonight's game, the completion rate was astonishingly low, with only four players completing the game.
This historically intense competition has set a record in ratings in recent years, and the topic of the competition has also grown exponentially.
However, the various statistical successes did not excite the members of the competition team.
From the award presenters, event directors to event commentators, everyone was worried when awarding the awards, and there was no joy at all.
interesting.
After receiving the championship medal, bonus, and invitation to participate in the implanted "neural driving" test, Mo Fan and Porter returned to the No. 2 rest area.
They had to take a shower and change clothes for post-game media interviews.
Porter ran very fast, and as soon as he returned to the rest area, he went straight to the shower room.
Previously at the second maintenance point, he was so frightened by Mo Fan's proposal to change places that his mind went blank and he forgot to change his pants. Now his pants are still wet.
Mo Fan came to the shower room and found An Xin waiting for him here with a bottle of wine.
"Together?" Mo Fan invited him very gentlemanly.
Lady An Xin's response was, "Get out."
"Okay." Mo Fan touched his nose and walked into the shower room.
The shower room in the lounge is a portable and portable space made of plastic, only a few square meters in size.
The sound insulation of the portable shower room is very poor. People talking outside can be heard very clearly inside.
Mo Fan took off his clothes and asked: "The competition team seems to be in trouble, what's going on?"
An Xin took a sip of wine and said, "It's not because of your monster performance that the Quicksand team was forced to lose. One team collected three golden modules. It's hard not to make people doubt whether there is a shady story in the game."
"In addition, when you fought Rolf before, you loudly asked if the winner was predetermined, which made the audience even think about conspiracy theories."
Mo Fan turned on the shower and rinsed his body, "Where are the public relations officials from the event team? What did they say?"
"At first, they insisted that there was no shady secret. The Quicksand Team was able to find the three golden modules because they were faster and had better luck."
"Then what?"
An Xin gloated: "Then, while you were waiting for the awards, a hacker hacked into the backstage of the program and pieced together all the movements of the Quicksand Team in the death maze through cameras from all directions in the event. And posted it to the forum."
"The Quicksand Team was like a clairvoyant, finding three golden modules in a short period of time. If the Swift Wind Team's Ryan car hadn't been fast enough and got a head start, they would have almost collected all the golden modules."
Mo Fan: "Tsk, it's a bit too much to not even act."
"After the video was released, the competition team apologized urgently and said that they would investigate the whole matter afterwards. However, on the forums and live broadcasts, words such as shady, fake matches, and justice must prevail have already appeared on the screen."
The sound of water in the shower stopped, and Mo Fan walked out wrapped in a bath towel, almost bumping into An Xin at the door.
The strong body, the muscle lines like knives, the delicate skin from the skin refining stage, and the physical beauty brought about by the physical training techniques almost dazzled An Xin.
As an excellent hunter, Mo Fan accurately seized this opportunity and trapped An Xin with a wall.
He lowered his head and asked in a low voice: "Miss An Xin, did you arrange that hacker?"
An Xin's face was panicked for a moment, and then she used her white mechanical hand to grab Mo Fan's arm behind her back, and pinned Mo Fan to the bathroom stall with one hand.
Mo Fan's face was pressed against the wall of the bathroom, his expression became extremely exciting.
This girl is so strong and so fast.
With his cultivation in the blood-activating period, when he was countered by An Xin, he felt unable to resist.
He had known for a long time that An Xin was not a simple person. He had offended the Three-Eyed Gang and was still able to open an office in Yefeng Town without incident. He also dared to accept the dirty information from the Three-Eyed Gang, saying that it would keep him safe in Yefeng Town.
Ordinary middlemen in Meteor City obviously don't have this energy.
He thought that An Xin hid something, but he didn't expect to hide so much.
Even when facing Ryan's escort, Javi, who was implanted with a military combat-type prosthetic body, he had never felt such pressure.
"I told you, stop browsing adult websites. I'm ashamed of you for the games you see."
While An Xin was preaching, she couldn't resist the temptation and touched his chest and abdominal muscles twice.
Um? Why does it feel so good?
Touch two more.
"Um, Miss An Xin, do you like this posture?" Mo Fan asked in a weird tone.
An Xin coughed dryly, took two steps back, and released his hold on Mo Fan.
She looked at her palm, clenching and opening her fingers, recalling the amazing and wonderful touch just now, and couldn't help but raise her head and ask:
"Do you still do skin care?"
Mo Fan puffed up his chest proudly, "I'm born with you. If you don't believe me, why don't you touch me again?"
"I don't have time to mess around with you. Someone from the competition team will come to talk to you later. Get dressed and come out."
An Xin was afraid that she couldn't help but strike again, so after saying that, she ran away.
