Sneakers, jeans, a gray leather jacket, $20, and a driver's license book were all Russell's belongings. He knew nothing and could only rely on his driver's license to confirm his identity.
The M-1 car driver's license comes with a motorcycle driver's license. The photo on the driver's license is of Russell himself. The gender, height, weight, hair color, and eye color are not exactly the same, but there seems to be something wrong with the date of birth.
September 5, 1984!
Looking at this age, Russell thought that he had already been in this world for four years, but it was not true. The small shop in the gas station had the newspaper of the day, and the time was displayed as 2002.
This is good news, which means that Russell instantly returned to adolescence at the age of 25 and turned into a young 18-year-old... although he always felt that he was 18!
Age is not the important thing, the important thing is that the driver's license has your home address, so you don't have to be like the world of the 'Assassin League', where you are obviously not a gangster, but you don't know where your home is.
Boom! !
Another mountain off-road motorcycle approached. The rider took off his helmet. He was a blond young man with thin skin and tender flesh. He was somewhat handsome.
"Dude, you're late!"
"Brett, why are you here?"
There were several complaints, and a blond young man named Brett said unhappily: "My dad has to go out to do some errands and asked me to look after the ostrich farm at home. I finally found a chance to sneak out."
"Wow, you're in trouble, your dad is the mayor, it's no joke when he gets angry!"
"Yeah, your ass is gonna get kicked!"
Brett looked disdainful: "Come on, he is just a stepfather. If he dares to beat me, I will call the police to arrest him."
“Man, that’s it, we’re looking forward to seeing that.”
"Ha ha ha ha----"
A group of people laughed heartlessly, and Brett was one of them. After he finished laughing, he put his motorcycle hat back on: "Guys, today we are going to have a big fight to let them know how powerful we are! "
"Of course, we are the strongest!"
"Make them cry, kneel down and lick our OOs!"
"You have such a strong taste...but I like it!"
Buzz——buzz————
The young people suddenly increased the accelerator, and the motorcycles roared, like a group of wild horses that had taken off their reins, rushing out in groups.
Russell put on his motorcycle hat and followed. Since he appeared next to this group of hussars, there was a great possibility of triggering the world mission. Even if not, it would be good to walk around more and collect some information, which would help him understand this strange world.
The system is so rubbish that he can only rely on himself to collect information and confirm where this world is.
A group of people yelled and ran wildly on the highway. On both sides of the road were deserted desert shrubs, and columnar cacti could be seen everywhere.
This was Russell's first reaction in the American countryside, far away from the metropolis. He soon confirmed this when he saw the words 'Arizona' on the road sign.
It is true that poison comes out of poor mountains and rivers. In the generally arid desert shrub area, Russell did not see many wild animals. Lizards, giant scorpions, and rustling rattlesnakes were not uncommon.
The 10-minute journey ended quickly. Fortunately, the group did not encounter the police. Otherwise, a group of more than ten people would form a gang and race on the road. If they were caught, their driver's license would be revoked.
The destination was a canyon between two mountains. It was crowded with people. There were at least hundreds of people in the narrow valley, but they were all young people around the age of twenty.
Several carts were selling snacks, beer, soda, and hot dogs. In the middle, a fat black man with a big gold chain was selling, and many people gathered around the middle.
"Britt, why are you here? I thought your Prosperity Town had abstained!" The fat man shook the big gold chain around his neck and scolded arrogantly.
Facing a fat black man with big muscles and a round waist, Brett felt a bit strong but lacked confidence and said: "How is it possible? Even if it's not for the $2,000 bonus, I still have to earn back the registration fee. In fact, there was a little accident, and I... …”
The fat man waved his hand and said impatiently: "Okay, I'm not interested in the reason why you are late. Get ready. The game starts in 20 minutes."
At this point, the situation has become very clear. The fat black man started illegal racing, and the young people led by Brett came to participate in the competition for the prize money. Russell's identity in this world is exactly a representative of "Prosperity Town" member, a drag racing party.
Russell didn't like this identity because he was a former police officer and he had a bad impression of motorcycle racing gangs. He didn't study hard and risked his life with the money given by his parents.
This is a group that can easily arouse resentment. The main reason is to spare lives, and it also poses a threat to the lives and property of others. The worst part is that most of this group is composed of young people who are inexperienced in the world. They are energetic, curious, and will never tire of it.
The reason why I am obsessed with drag racing is because of my adolescent rebellion and desire for expression. They like excitement, pursue extreme speed, and want to gain the recognition of the group and the attention of the opposite sex through this extremely dangerous method.
It is undeniable that both men and women have a primitive desire for speed. Compared with cars, motorcycles are cheaper and easier to obtain, and can easily meet the needs of this group of people.
Speed brings the pleasure of accelerated heartbeats, making money and being favored by the opposite sex all make young people want to stop. No wonder they keep trying.
In the United States, illegal drag racing has always existed, and the cops crack down hard on the drag racing gangs. But once everything is linked to money, even the cops have nothing to do. Moreover, after the release of the 'Fast and Furious' series of movies, speed has been directly equated with masculinity, causing headaches for the police.
Russell didn't like his current status, but...for the sake of being 18 years old, he reluctantly accepted it.
It’s great to be 18!
…
Rumble——Rumble————
The roar of a large number of locomotives echoed in the valley, and as the race began, the cheers and screams increased. Helmets of various colors stand out in the sun. There are about 70 riders gathered here, all of about the same age, representing six nearby towns.
There was one town where more than 20 people came. They were the biggest competitors in Prosperity Town, and all of them were wearing racing suits. It's a pity that it's useless. They are a group of young people and they are not professionals. Dressing in formal clothes does not mean that they are very skilled. It just looks awesome.
The fat black man raised his starting gun and held a loudspeaker in his other hand: "Listen, boys, the track goes around a circle, and the person who returns the fastest is the winner. The rules... there are no rules!"
"Follow the colorful flags and you'll find the track. There are people holding cameras at every colorful flag, so don't try to cheat!"
"The first place will get a bonus of US$2,000, the second place will get US$500, and the third place will get US$100. If you finish above third place, you won't even earn back the registration fee!"
"I would like to reiterate the rules at the end. The rules of this free cross-country racing are...no rules!"
“Whoa oh——————”
As soon as the damn fat man finished speaking, the audience started roaring and their necks turned red. They waved their tickets to support the driver they were optimistic about.
Buzz--buzz---
The riders turned the handles. They were all amateurs, and some were even newbies who had just obtained their driver's licenses. But it didn't matter. The exciting roar of the motorcycles burned everyone's blood, and the rich atmosphere of the competition filled them with excitement. Fighting spirit, wanting to circle around the fastest.
Victory means beautiful swords and girls, and the right to laugh at the losers!
Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene was so good, the fat man couldn't help but feel proud. He was in a good mood today. He earned back the bonus from the tickets alone. Plus the opening proceeds, he would have made tens of thousands of dollars today.
"Listen to the order and start again. Don't try to jump ahead, otherwise your ranking will be cancelled." The fat man looked around and raised his hand to signal the audience to cheer.
In the valley, a large group of people shouted and counted down.
"3!"
"2!"
"1!"
"start!"
Bang————
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【Street Diary】
Today, there was a guy in the street fight group who became a god in street fight. We all put it together and kicked him out in the end.
