Buzz! !
Buzz buzz————
At the sound of the command gun, 70 riders rushed out on their off-road motorcycles with high spirits. The low and shocking roar instantly detonated the entire venue, igniting the passion in the valley and pushing it to a climax. The audience was so happy that they howled like ghosts.
The fat black man is very stingy and has limited conditions, so there is no live video broadcast. The only way to broadcast the live broadcast is through his mobile phone.
Because the signal is too poor, there are inevitably many false alarms during the live broadcast, but this does not affect the enthusiasm of the audience. The valley is both the starting point and the end point. They can see the first place if they stay here, and most of them are gamblers. What they want is the result. There are very few people who really like off-road motorcycle racing.
The exit of the valley is a desert scrub. The friction of the sand is not enough. In addition, the map is very spacious and there is only one flag every hundred meters, so if you are not careful, you will fall behind. The 70 riders were soon divided into three echelons. .
The number of people in the first echelon is exactly ten, and the gap with the second echelon is not obvious. The two echelons are not far apart, and the schedule has just begun, so it is difficult to guarantee that this ranking will be maintained until the end.
Let’s not talk about the third echelon. More than half of the people are in this echelon. They are just joining in the fun and specially come to accompany and cheer, just to create a passionate atmosphere!
Russell rode a motorcycle and firmly occupied a position in the first echelon. He had never ridden a motorcycle in the sand. Fortunately, he had proficient vehicle driving skills, which was enough to face a group of amateur riders.
The motorcycle rumbled and trembled, and the motorcycle engine roared continuously and lowly. In the blink of an eye, it ran dozens of meters away, rolling up a line of sand on the road.
Dozens of motorcycles stirred up large swaths of yellow sand, and when viewed from a high altitude, arrows shot out like wildfires and wolves. The sky behind them was full of flying sand and rocks, which was extremely exciting.
Underground motorcycle races are all about changing places, so the venues are all made from local materials and the obstacles are all natural.
green! Environmental friendly! save money!
Deserts, steep slopes, wastelands, and even highways are all ready-made. Fatty organized this competition and used shovels to dig holes along the way and plant flags.
Passing through the desert area, at the first turning point of the race, the first echelon drove onto the highway according to the guidance of the flag. There are few vehicles on the highways in the wilderness of the United States, but no matter how few there are, there are dangers. These passionate young people are desperate to play and increase their horsepower. The motorcycles make a grinding sound against the ground, and a stream of black smoke spurts out. , turned into an escaped beast and flew out.
This journey tests the performance of the motorcycle. Those with bad tires and engines will be quickly left behind. To put it bluntly, it is a matter of fighting for money, and the gap cannot be widened without salary.
If you can't widen the gap, you can't win. Without victory, there will be no bonuses and girls. The final result is that the loser goes home and masturbates by himself.
Omitting the intermediate process, it can be summed up in one sentence: having no money means masturbating yourself, and you can have girls only by using your salary!
No money = single!
The first and second echelons are further divided into several grades. The performance of good motorcycles and ordinary motorcycles leads to significant changes in rankings.
The group of riders wearing uniforms gradually squeezed into the first echelon. Russell's off-road motorcycle had average performance and fell to the second echelon. Among the dozen or so young people representing Prosperous Town, only Brett is still in the first echelon. After all, he is the son of the mayor, so it is natural that his motorcycles have superior performance.
During this period, scattered spectators appeared on the roadside. After the first two echelons passed by, they started driving towards the initial starting point. If they rushed quickly, they could still see who the winner was.
This behavior is very unfriendly to the riders in the third tier. Their way is blocked, and it will be difficult for them to catch up after they go around, so they simply give up and follow the original route.
The second turning point in the journey appeared. The chasm was about ten meters wide. It was dug by humans and had a sense of age. There are many shrubs growing at the bottom of the ditch, and the depth is up to five meters. Because there is a sand buffer, there is no need to worry about failing to leap to death.
There are many spectators here. They come here specially to wait for the speed show. They don't care who comes first. They are satisfied when they see the stunts.
There is an obvious slope in front of the chasm that can be used as a starting point. It is an ideal jumping point. As long as you have enough speed and dare to fight with skill, it is easy to cross it. But not everyone dares to fight like this, and not everyone has the confidence to land safely, so some people choose to leap into the pit, while others drive directly through the pit.
In the first echelon, including Brett, five people made the leap successfully. The riders who fell into the pit or climbed up the pit were blocked by the sliding sand on the uphill slope and took a long time to climb out.
Contempt and cheers continued one after another. Every time there was a beautiful leap, the audience would scream, but they would also mercilessly boo the driver who was embarrassed.
There were not many riders taking the detour, the gap was very long, and there was so much distance beyond the track that it would take who knows how long it would take to get back.
Russell took the lead in the second echelon. He looked very calm when the cross-country motorcycle was speeding at high speed. He accelerated on the slope and rushed out of the flying platform. The man was in mid-air and made a beautiful leap into the air, which attracted huge cheers. After landing, I was particularly dissatisfied. I drove a certain distance, hit the accelerator again, and the front wheel tilted up, causing whistles to sound.
Soon the third turning point in the race came into view, a rugged valley trail.
There are rocks, shrubs, huge cacti in the valley, as well as high and low slopes and pits. This section of the road is very technical. Because they could not drive at full speed, the first echelon could not help but slow down. They were all amateurs and had to be careful while walking this road.
Rumble——Rumble————
Russell slowed down, jumped directly over a pile of rocks, swayed left and right around the cactus obstacle, and when facing the pit, he slammed the accelerator and raised the front of the car to leap forward. He is proficient in vehicle driving and is still far away from the master and car god, but in the eyes of newbies, he is already an unreachable master.
Under the watchful eyes of the five riders in the first echelon, Russell came from behind and overtook him from the bottom to first place. This put a lot of pressure on them. Two drivers tried to learn Russell's leap action, but ended up overturning and getting stuck in the pit.
Amidst the roaring sound of the engine, Russell's motorcycle rushed out of the valley at the fastest speed. As soon as it left the valley, it left a trail of exhaust gas like an arrow leaving the string.
There were shouts from outside the valley, and it was obvious that the audience was optimistic about Russell's ranking.
After leaving the valley, it was the highway on the way back, and then there was the sandy area. When Russell passed the valley path, the gap opened up too much, and he was far ahead. When he left the highway, there was no roar of pursuit behind him.
The motorcycle entered the desert area, and Russell saw the valley at the end. He turned the handle, and smoke erupted from the rear of the motorcycle, rolling up yellow sand and rushing towards the destination at full speed.
"Champion! Audiences, our first place is about to be born, cheer for him!!!"
The fat black man shouted, and the audience waved their arms, spilled beer and drinks everywhere, and watched Russell cross the finish line.
"Awesome, well done!"
"He is the fastest person in the canyon. I knew he would be the first during the live broadcast!"
"..."
Some people were happy and some were sad. Those who lost the bet dropped the tickets in their hands, cursed a few times and drove away. There were also many people who were waiting for the second or third to be born.
Russell stopped the motorcycle, and as soon as his feet landed, several beautiful girls gathered around him. They screamed when they touched his strong muscles. Looking at their red cheeks, you knew that they were probably wet.
Russell was surrounded by a group of blond and blue-eyed girls. All he could see were C-class car lights. He himself refused. However, there were so many people there and his hands were imprisoned by the weapon. He couldn't break free despite all his strength. .
If he had to break free, with Russell's strength, these girls wouldn't be enough, but he didn't want to hurt anyone, so he simply let them go... He really refused!
After about five minutes, the second one appeared.
It was Brett. He took off his helmet and looked at Russell in disbelief, as if he was meeting this man for the first time.
The third and fourth place finishers were almost at the same pace. They were half a minute behind Brick. The third place finisher also got a consolation prize, and the fourth place finisher drove away dejectedly.
The fat man confirmed through his cell phone that Russell had not violated the rules. He grabbed a bunch of knives, held them high, and stuffed them into Russell's jacket pocket amidst cheers. Before doing so, he pinched his chest gently and lightly, and gave Russell a wink while he was dumbfounded.
Russell: "..."
"Boy, you are very powerful. I gave you this 500 US dollars personally!" The fat man happily added 500 US dollars to Russell. Because Russell was a dark horse, many people lost their bets and he made a huge profit.
Brick got 500 US dollars, was touched on the chest by the fat man, and then received a disgusted look.
The damn fat man: "Tsk, tsk, you already have an A!"
Brett: "..."
The third place received a consolation prize of US$100, which was great. The registration fee was recouped, plus a small profit from gas money.
While celebrating the winner in the valley, Fatty's cell phone rang. After he answered the call, he cursed a few shits, picked up the speaker and heard a ghost fox wolf howling: "Run quickly, the police are coming!!!"
In an instant, as if the alarm bell was heard, the valley became a mess. Everyone ran to their cars, and the birds and animals scattered and flew away.
Brick ran the fastest. When Russell saw that he was leaving, he hurriedly put on his helmet and chased after him. He didn't know where Prosperity Town was yet. As a result, as soon as the key was inserted, there was an extra person in the back seat. Judging from the two soft balls coming from behind, it was a serious sign.
"What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and leave!"
As he spoke, his two white arms grasped Russell's clothes tightly, and he immediately let out a breath of cold air. He sounded young, but how could he be so sinister!
