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"ah!"

In a dazed sleep, the peaceful calm made people feel extremely comfortable, but the sudden heartbreaking pain brought Peter back to reality. In a trance, he seemed to be bleeding, being dragged from a burning car.

The car was pulled out of the car and flowed all the way through a place that resembled a racing track.

"Save him! He's not dead yet! He's not dead yet!"

An angry voice sounded, and the old man with disheveled hair knelt beside Peter and yelled at the people wearing prison guard uniforms. The prison guard hesitated for a moment, and finally started to signal a few people to drag Peter into the house behind him, and then several

A doctor ran out and carried Peter onto a stretcher.

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"Where am I?"

"Why is the patient up? Hold him down quickly!"

Peter was in a trance, as if he was in a dream. The tingling feeling prevented Peter from falling into a coma. His mental power was concentrated in an orderly manner, but there were many things missing in his mind. Ultron, skill trees, and even a female ordinary person could

Push yourself down again.

If I want to struggle, I just think about it in my mind. I have lost my nether energy and I can't even resist. My whole body seems to have been broken by stones, and it is like a puddle of mud that is hesitantly closed in the white bright light.

After opening his eyes, the doctor gave Peter three injections of sedatives, anesthetics and other drugs, finally allowing Peter to completely enter the darkness again.

I don’t know how much time passed, but Peter’s body started to rise and fall again. It was a dry feeling, and his throat seemed to be burned. But just when Peter wanted to open his eyes, a familiar voice sounded in his ears.

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"How can he still be alive like this?!"

"Although the person's body has been damaged, it has not reached a fatal point, but even so, he still needs to rest for at least six months."

"That means he can't continue to participate in the next games?"

"Sir, unless you want him to die, he won't be able to get out of bed within three months."

"This is really a regrettable result, but I will tell the warden everything here. The warden still needs to make the final decision on the matter."

"Don't worry, I will treat him wholeheartedly before then."

"You are a professional in this area, I can trust you."

After two unfamiliar voices spoke to his left side, one of them left the ward. The remaining person should be a doctor. He checked himself by touching himself up and down, and then walked out of the ward. Peter was thinking in his mind.

He subconsciously activated Ultron, but there was no response. He raised his hand to drink the water on the cabinet, but no matter how hard he tried, the heavy arm could not be moved.

"Peter, you're actually awake?!"

The door was pushed open with a creaking sound. A fat man saw Peter open his eyes and approached happily. Seeing Peter's eyes staring at the bedside table, he quickly took the water glass and handed it to Peter, bit by bit.

The liquid entered his throat, and the dry feeling finally eased, but the fat Peter in front of him didn't recognize him, and Peter didn't even know where he was now.

"It's great. You don't know that we were really worried about you when we saw you overturning the car. We almost thought you were dead."

The fat man said to himself and pressed the switch to request the nurse. Soon three or two nurses walked into the room. Seeing Peter open his eyes, they immediately turned around and called the doctor to come. Peter finally had some leisure time.

Observing the surroundings, it was a pretty good nursing home. He seemed to be in a separate private room. But what he just said made Peter very confused. The so-called warden and other messes were really confusing.

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"It's a miracle you're alive..."

Sitting on the hospital bed, Peter silently looked at the book in his hand. His current body was very fragile, and it was not the body that could break steel bars. Moreover, he had completely lost everything about Ultron, the system, and psionic energy. Now, except for

Apart from memory and experience, he is completely an ordinary person.

An old man who looked fifty years old walked into the ward, holding a fruit basket in his hand and teasing Peter with a smile. Peter knew who he was, a car modification engineer from Ian McShane's own group, and one of the inmates of Hellfire Prison.

The world I am currently in is still uncertain because there is too little information given to me, but I have learned almost all the information about Hellfire Prison in the past few days.

Hellfire Prison was established in 1987. At that time, the financial crisis was often in a state of turmoil due to the recovery of the global market and the looting of capital. The United States was also implicated and had a headache. However, in the Plaza Accord a year ago, the United States relied on harvesting fat to stop the bleeding.

It succeeded, thus relieving itself from the economic depression. Unfortunately, the recovery of the domestic economy did not happen overnight. A member of parliament suddenly came up with an extremely cruel suggestion to Congress.

The country cannot make ends meet, and the society is in turmoil of hatred for the rich and the need to vent. The country must provide guidance to appease the people, and the best pacification effect is to increase entertainment facilities. The country should not continue to be kind and hypocritical in supporting some people who should not be alive in the first place.

People, this congressman proposed in Congress that all those in prison who have been incarcerated for more than 60 years must participate in this capital pursuit of profit.

A set of detailed and well-planned racing competitions, like a city car rally, but different in scale and rules from a city car rally. The state controlled the establishment of a prison on an isolated island and imprisoned some people who had been sentenced to more than sixty years in prison.

With everything included, a track is set up for paid competitions to be broadcast live around the world.

You can use a modified car, loaded with no more than three weapons, three defenses, and three acceleration devices, to speed around the city track built by the state. If you win five consecutive championships, you will be acquitted. No matter what crime you have committed before, you will be acquitted.

You are exempted from having to start a new life, and the state will even re-establish your identity for you. Of course, if you commit a crime again, you will be punished immediately with four sentences.

Although the proposal at the time was rejected amidst the uproar in Congress, the wealthy people in capital were ready to take action. Three years later, in the spring of 1990, a brand new and complete prison was presented to the public. It was tacitly approved by the country and recognized by the media, and a fierce battle broke out in hell.

The car race is in full swing. Although it is officially called the Chariot of Fire race, privately everyone prefers to call this race the Death Race.

Hollywood professional photography masters designed the camera route throughout the entire process, and sports experts and some photography experts made suggestions and modifications to provide viewers with an all-round visual feast. This is an immoral competition, and the victory is for these once vicious gangsters.
Chapter completed!