At the sound of the command gun, 70 riders drove their off-road motorcycles out 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.
As a result, there are very few people who really like motocross 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.
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The number of people in the first echelon is exactly ten, and the gap with the second echelon is not obvious. The distance between the two echelons is not far, 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 they go all the way to cheer 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 and was able 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 from the air. Behind them, the sky was full of flying sand and rocks, which was extremely exciting.
Underground motorcycle races are all about changing places, so the venues are made from local materials and the obstacles are all natural.
Green! Environmental protection! 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, reaching the first turning point of the race, following the guidance of the flag, the first echelon drove onto the highway. 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 playing
He stood up desperately, increased the power, the motorcycle made a grinding sound against the ground, a puff of black smoke spurted out, and it turned into an escaped beast and flew out.
This journey tests the motorcycle's performance, tires, and engines. Those with bad tires and engines will be quickly left behind. To put it bluntly, it means fighting for money. You can't widen the gap without salary.
If you can't close 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: not having money is equivalent to 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 locomotives and ordinary locomotives leads to significant changes in rankings.
The group of riders in uniform 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 was still in the first echelon.
After all, he is the son of the mayor, so it is natural that his motorcycle has superior performance.
During this period, scattered spectators appeared on the roadside. After the first two groups of echelons passed by, they started driving towards the initial starting point. If they drove 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 return to 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 were many shrubs growing at the bottom of the chasm, and the depth was up to five meters. Because there was a sand buffer, there was no need to worry about the failure of the leap.
Fall to death.
There are many spectators here. They come here specially to wait for the flying car show. They don't care who comes first. They are satisfied after seeing the stunts.
There is an obvious slope in front of the chasm that can be used as a running start. It is an ideal jumping point. As long as you have enough speed and dare to fight with skills, it is easy to cross the gap. But not everyone dares to fight like this, and not everyone has the confidence to land safely.
So some people chose to leap over and fall into the pit, while others drove 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 it 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 are not many riders taking the detour, the gap is very long, and there is too much distance beyond the track. I don’t know how long it will 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. He was in mid-air and made a beautiful flying action, which attracted a lot of cheers. After landing,
Unsatisfied, he drove a certain distance, hit the accelerator again, and the front wheel tilted up, causing a series of whistles.
Soon, the third turning point of the race appeared in sight, a rugged valley path.
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 cannot drive at full speed, the first echelon can't help but slow down. They are all amateurs and walking this section
The road must be carefully traveled.
Rumble——Rumble————
Russell slowed down, jumped directly over a pile of rocks, swayed left and right to bypass the cactus obstacle, and when facing the pit, he slammed the accelerator and directly tilted the front of the car to leap forward. He was proficient in driving the car and was still far away from the master and car god.
, but in the eyes of the newbie, he is already an unreachable master.
Under the watchful eyes of the five drivers in the first echelon, Russell came from behind and overtook him from the bottom to the first place. This put a lot of pressure on them. Two drivers tried to imitate Russell's leap action and ended up overturning.
Stuck in a pit.
Amidst the roar 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 clear 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 was too big, 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 back 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 child 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 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.
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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 person appeared.
It was Brett. He took off his helmet and looked at Russell with a look of disbelief, as if he was meeting this man for the first time.
The third and fourth place finishers were almost in lockstep. 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 and raised them high, stuffing them into Russell's jacket pocket amidst cheers. Before doing so, he pinched his chest muscles lightly and not hard, and in front of Russell's eyes he
Staring dumbfounded, he gave me a wink.
Russell: "..."
"Boy, you are very powerful. This 500 US dollars is my personal gift to you!" The fat man happily added 500 US dollars to Russell. Because Russell was a dark horse, many people lost their bets and his bet made a huge profit.
Brick got 500 US dollars, was touched on the chest by the fat man, and then received a disgusted look.
Fat guy: "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 including 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 soon as the key was inserted, there was an extra person in the back seat, and there was a sound from behind.
Judging from the two soft balls, it is a sign of great evil.
"What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and leave!"
As he spoke, 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!