Chapter 900 Death Race
Zhang Tuohai fell into a black vortex, surrounded by pictures, some of which were high-tech cities, some were rural scenery, some were gloomy and cold prison cells, some were sunny holiday villas, some were modern battlefields with artillery fire, and some were ancient battlefields with swords and guns...
Scenes flow around.
In front of him, Zhiye's black silhouette was standing not far away.
"Those around you are optional plot scenes. It's easy to get the authority in my hands. As long as you can walk in front of me in the plot world, I will hand over all the authority in my hands to you."
Zhiye said as he tossed the authority in his hand.
"Of course, if you are afraid, you can just leave. I can also hand over the authority to you, but you have to stay away from Big Sister forever."
Zhiye said coldly.
"Hmm?" Zhang Tuohai was slightly stunned when he heard Zhiye's words. He felt that things seemed to be developing in a somewhat subtle direction. It seemed that Zhiye had some objections to him and Lilith standing together.
Could it be the stepdaughter's natural resistance to her stepfather?
"How is it? Have you made your choice?" Zhiye urged, obviously a little impatient.
"Lilith is my daughter, I will never abandon her, so how should I choose the scene?"
Zhang Tuohai asked lazily.
"Are you sure?" There was a hint of disbelief in Zhiye's tone . In her eyes, Zhang Tuohai was a coward hiding behind the big sister. How could he dare to face such a challenge?
"You may not know that in this world, there is no chance of resurrection. If you die, you will die in reality too!"
"So what? Do you think what I've been through before is easier than this? I won't give up on Lilith. Now can you tell me how to choose the scene?"
Zhang Tuohai asked.
Seeing Zhang Tuohai's confident look, Zhiye was a little angry.
"You have succeeded in angering me. I will let you know the consequences of offending me. Now, you have no choice. Go to this world!"
As Zhiye spoke, he waved his hand and a scene suddenly appeared under Zhang Tuohai's feet. A black vortex appeared and completely swallowed Zhang Tuohai.
Zhang Tuohai felt dizzy for a while. When he recovered, he was shocked to find himself squatting in a cell. He was wearing an orange prison uniform and shackles on his hands and feet. He was obviously a serious criminal.
"A prisoner in prison? This identity is not very good."
Zhang Tuohai looked at the scene around him. He was in a cell at the moment. There were cement walls all around him, not even any white lime painted on them.
He was sitting on an iron bed welded to the ground, with a dirty and worn blanket beneath him. In the corner was a stainless steel toilet with half a roll of toilet paper on the water tank, and nothing else.
Above the water tank is a small ventilation window, no more than 30 centimeters wide, with two thumb-thick iron bars installed on it. The remaining space is probably only accessible to mice.
Just then, a series of ping-pong sounds were heard.
Zhang Tuohai turned around and saw that the entire wall at the end of the bed was covered with metal sliding doors. A prison guard was knocking on the iron bars of the cell door with a riot baton.
"No. 341, the warden asks you whether you want to participate in the death car rally. This is your last chance. If you don't want to participate, tomorrow morning will be the date of your execution."
"Do I have any choice?" Zhang Tuohai secretly complained. Isn't this forcing him to participate? If he doesn't participate, he really won't see the sun tomorrow.
I can't even have breakfast.
"You are still quite stubborn. I will tell the warden to prepare for the execution."
Seeing that Zhang Tuohai did not respond, the prison guard thought that Zhang Tuohai was still going to refuse and turned around to leave.
"Okay, I agree." Zhang Tuohai said helplessly.
"Huh?" The prison guard was stunned, and turned to look at Zhang Tuohai in disbelief, "What did you say?"
"I have unfinished business. I can't die tomorrow."
Zhang Tuohai said frankly.
The prison guard looked at Zhang Tuohai in disbelief, sized him up and down, then nodded: "Okay, I'll tell the warden your answer. I'll give you a piece of advice. Enjoy yourself during this time. Death is actually a relief."
After saying that, the prison guard turned and left.
"What the hell is this? They actually threw me into prison right from the start. This is really difficult. I have to find a way to get out."
As Zhang Tuohai was thinking, a memory emerged in his mind. It was the memory of the person he had assumed.
As far as I can remember, he was a supermarket deliveryman. In order to deliver goods quickly, he developed good driving skills. Recently, he is considering quitting his delivery job and looking for a professional racing team.
The prison where he was located was a private prison that had been losing money for years. However, through its ingenuity, it organized a death racing competition which miraculously won the ratings championship. With the generous advertising revenue, it turned the loss into profit and made a fortune.
The warden saw the business opportunity and started to hold death races one after another.
A lot of money was made, but due to the high mortality rate, there were fewer and fewer excellent drivers.
In order to gain profits, they began to look for people with excellent driving skills in society, designing ways to put them in prison, and force them to participate in death racing.
Zhang Tuohai’s identity is that of an unlucky guy who was framed and sent to prison.
"Damn capitalism, greed and filth seep into every pore."
Zhang Tuohai lowered his head and cursed.
At this time, the sound of leather shoes was heard.
The warden in uniform came over. He was a typical redneck, tall and strong, with a scar on his face, which was said to be an injury he suffered while serving overseas.
According to my memory, the warden had a bad temper. He would beat and kick the prisoners if he was not satisfied with them, and sometimes he would even use weapons.
It is said that there is an interrogation room in the prison that belongs exclusively to him, and no prisoner who enters there can come out standing.
The number of prisoners who died at the hands of the warden alone was in the double digits. Due to his brutal methods, the prisoners secretly called him the Bloody Hand Butcher.
"I heard that you agreed?" The warden looked Zhang Tuohai up and down through the cell door.
" That's right . After all, if you don't agree, you will die. Anyone normal would know what to choose." Zhang Tuohai said helplessly.
"According to the rules, the prison can meet a few of your reasonable requests. What do you want? Money? Delicious food? Women? Or men? As long as it is what you want, we can get it for you. As long as you can survive, these will always be yours."
The warden said darkly.
"I want to see the car I'm going to race in."
