The F-22 Raptor (F-22Raptor) is a new generation of heavy stealth fighter jointly designed by Lockheed Martin, Boeing and General Dynamics of the United States. It is also what experts currently refer to as the "fourth generation fighter". It will become the 21
The main combat aircraft of the century. Its main mission is to obtain and maintain air superiority in theaters. It will be the successor model of the F-15.
The above annotations are excerpted directly from Baidu Encyclopedia by the author, who is myself. I believe that some viewers will mercilessly despise me. Of course, I am a thick-skinned person and I can't stop it...
Closer to home, the race on Mount Fuyuna is about to begin, and the personnel responsible for on-site work from each team are using walkie-talkies to confirm the track conditions.
"This is a U-shaped hairpin bend, and no vehicles pass by."
"This is Lizard Bend, no traffic passes by."
"This is the S4 curve, there are no vehicles."
…
"This is the foot of the mountain. A car just went to the top of the mountain, but it was probably just passing by."
Song Wen's expression changed at the top of the mountain, and he stepped forward to take the walkie-talkie from his teammate: "At the bottom of the mountain, what kind of car came up just now?"
"It's a Honda family car, a very ordinary white one."
"Is it a CIVICEXi?"
The man at the foot of the mountain was stunned: "Well... yes, it's the Honda CE." When he said this, he seemed to vaguely remember something. When he said the last few words, his voice was trembling, which was full of excitement and excitement.
Trembling.
Xiao Xi beside Song Wen seemed to freeze, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground, "No way...it's him...he's really here!"
There was a lot of commotion in the team present, here it comes! Six years ago, the mysterious car that only appeared once, the mysterious driver who drove the Honda CE to kill the "Ice Warrior" M8, and then disappeared from sight.
The legendary driver!
When the foreigners of the Red Death saw their opponents talking excitedly about something, the tense atmosphere just now disappeared immediately. One of them asked curiously: "Sure, what's wrong with them?"
Cheng Dongliang had naturally heard the story of Mr. Cat back then. It was absolutely impossible to say that it had no impact on his mood at the moment, but he still pretended to be calm and replied: "It's okay, it's just that they hired a master.
, I just thought I could save the situation..."
By this time, the news had spread. Although Master Mao was just driving normally on his way up the mountain, everyone looked at him with admiration, as if this godly man was much more handsome than ordinary people even if he turned a random corner.
The manager of the gas station was sitting in the passenger seat and also noticed something was wrong: "Brother, you are actually here to compete, right? And you are also a very good player."
Master Mao was still pouring coffee into his mouth: "You just have to be a little better than these boys."
"And your car, although I don't understand what the F22 you are talking about is, but just sitting in the passenger seat I can realize that if it runs at full speed, this car is no joke... yours
This instrument panel is too ridiculous. The speedometer, tachometer, oil pressure, and water temperature have all been changed into inexplicable things. And what is the red button over there..."
"Boss, you were once a driver, right? So why do you like this kind of mountain race?" Master Cat suddenly asked.
The store manager didn't answer, but looked at Mr. Cat. He wanted to hear the young man's opinion in front of him.
Master Mao smiled and continued: "Is it to attract the attention of girls when you were young? Do you think it's cool to pretend to be a driver? Or is it just because of the sense of accomplishment when you conquer the mountain road?
Everyone is more or less involved with these three things, but real riders will not run for this reason. Those who can really reach the top, those who can become legends, they are just driven by instinct, burning
Just follow your own passion.
I can hear...the prey are clamoring arrogantly. If their self-esteem is not torn to pieces, the king of beasts will not be satisfied..."
The store manager broke into a cold sweat. He had previously described the Red Death GT-R as a bloodthirsty beast eager for prey, but now it seems that there is something even more terrifying at the top of the food chain.
If the GT-R is like the God of Death holding a scythe to harvest life, then Cat's CE is like the King of Hell who is hidden but can send you to the eighteenth level of hell at any time...
"The top of the mountain! He's coming! It's CE! The legendary Honda CE!"
The crowd was boiling. From the captains of each team who were pretending to be calm, to the beauties who didn’t know anything about racing and just came to see the handsome guy with the beautiful car, they all looked at the civilian Honda driven by Master Mao. He was the only one tonight.
main character.
"Boss, can you send it here?"
"Brother, I don't know your name yet, but... I want to win." The store manager turned around and said before getting out of the car.
"Is there any need to say it?" Mr. Cat smiled evilly.
Song Wen took the lead and said hello to him: "Thank you very much for coming."
Mr. Cat waved his hand: "No need to say, where are the Eight-Nation Allied Forces? Come up and die!"
Xiao Xi smiled dryly at the side: "You really haven't changed at all..."
Master Cat looked at him for two seconds: "Who are you?"
"Damn! You just forgot about me!" Xiaoxi stood aside and kicked the dust with his feet, his back showing the vicissitudes of life: "Ah... I was indeed regarded as a supporting character who only appeared in a few chapters and was never heard from again.
It’s over…”
"You guys seem to be very leisurely." Cheng Dongliang also came over: "Now that you're done talking, let's get the track out of the way. The competition is about to start. The audience is impatient."
Mr. Cat glanced at him: "Ah? Is your opponent your opponent? He looks like a minion... boring."
"Who do you think is the gangster?"
"Ah... ah... don't get excited. Your appearance is like that of a supporting character in Fist of the North Star. After you appear with an extremely arrogant expression, you will... crackle... in one or two shots...
Like that..."
Cheng Dongliang really didn't know what to say to him. After all, even Wang Xu's professional complaints were useless in front of Mr. Cat, let alone him.
…………
"Let me explain the rules." Song Wen stood in the middle of several drivers: "Both sides sent six cars to compete, three races each uphill and downhill, six races in total, two were time trials that started at the same time, and two were time trials that started at the same time.
In terms of alternating starts, sudden death after overtaking, and the last two uphill and downhill races, the contestants decide the rules and methods based on the previous race conditions, and the team that lost more before has priority."
"No problem."
"OK!"
Everyone is already eager to try it. Those who run on mountain roads don't care about the rules at all. What they want is the excitement and pleasure of chasing.
The first uphill time trial pitted the Italian boy Chino against the DEMON team’s ace Cui Jian.
As the ALLCLEAR signal came from the intercom, the game started after a five-second countdown.
Mr. Cat was lying bored in the car drinking coffee, as if he didn't care about the outcome of others.
Xiaoxi sneaked into his car and said: "Hey! Didn't you once say something cool like 'I'm not interested, you have no talent'? Why are you here again today? Is this mountain still haunted?"
"
"Don't worry...I'm just here for fun today. I mainly want you to see what it means to be scary."
Many bad scenes seemed to flash before Xiao Xi's eyes: "Are you going to tear off the driver's hand at the corner again to grab someone else's fixed wing..."
Master Mao smiled and said: "At that time, the horsepower was limited, and there was no other way. But this time is different, this car..." As he spoke, he caressed the leather steering wheel intentionally or unintentionally: "I have adjusted it well.
Ichiban...that loli six years ago is now a woman..."
Although comparing a car to a woman is not his original idea, the evil look on his face when he speaks is really easy to make people think...
"What on earth did you do...I don't think there's anything right with this dashboard."
"You put the M8 engine into the M5. I did something similar. I just put the F22 engine into the Honda."
"Hey... I have never heard of any car model with the abbreviation F22..."
"Of course, because it's a fighter jet."
"You...are not joking..."
"Of course not. Technically speaking, this kind of modification is very difficult, but it doesn't bother me. I have several mechanical friends, and the FBI has recently granted them parole..."
"Do you know what you are talking about..."
Master Mao shrugged: "Forget it if you don't believe it. In fact, it's not difficult to develop some military technology. It's up to people to do it. Unfortunately, many people in this world like to take everything for granted. If they don't do it, they assume it's impossible."
Xiao Xi looked at the terrorist in front of him and was thinking about whether to call 110 or call the mental hospital directly, when cheers came from around him.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Xi came to Song Wen's side.
The latter frowned and said, "Cui Jian has lost."
"So soon? Could it be that he has already been dumped?"
Song Wen shook his head and lit a cigarette for himself: "I hit the guardrail and was out..."
