Chapter 904 Unlimited Death Race
"Come on, I've bet heavily on you to win, don't let me down!"
Robert patted Zhang Tuohai on the shoulder and said.
"If I could get a share, I would work harder."
Zhang Tuohai said half-jokingly.
"Oh, no, that won't work. This is the pension I prepared for myself. However, if you win, I can introduce you to more advertisers and let you use more products."
Robert refused sternly.
"Is that so? That's really a pity."
Zhang Tuohai couldn't help but shrugged when he heard that, then he sat in the driver's seat and backed the car into a container.
The container was lifted by a forklift and sent to an open area. Then, Zhang Tuohai in the container felt a shaking and heard the sound of a propeller.
"Are they going to send us there by helicopter?"
Bikini girl Miranda said as she grabbed the handrail inside the car.
"What else can we do? The competition is on an island. Are we going to transport it there by boat? What if we run away in the middle of the journey? Don't forget that our car is equipped with various weapons. There are many ways to escape on land. If we dare to move in the air, we will be killed."
Zhang Tuohai moved his wrist and took a look at the electronic anklet on his ankle. At this time, the positioning area of the electronic anklet had been expanded. Otherwise, the bomb would have exploded the moment he was lifted out of the prison.
There was no timer in the car, so Zhang Tuohai kept calculating the time by pinching his own pulse. After about fifteen minutes, Zhang Tuohai felt a violent collision, followed by the clanging sound of lifting chains - they were placed on the ground.
Bang, after a muffled sound, the four covers of the container were opened. Zhang Tuohai immediately raised the periscope and observed the surroundings.
As far as the eye can see, there are a total of eight cars, arranged in two rows. Zhang Tuohai is sitting in the second row, position 3, which is a very bad position.
The car at position 4 on the left is a Hummer covered with spikes. There are long spikes welded on the wheel hubs. The windows are lowered, and two One of the sturdy men has a cigar in his mouth. When he sees Zhang Tuohai's periscope, he shows a contemptuous smile and makes a throat-cutting gesture.
Zhang Tuohai has seen a lot of people like this. Now they are all queuing up to be reborn. Naturally, he will not be angry. He just turns the periscope to the other side.
On the other side was a Wrangler pickup truck, which was reinforced with steel plates and had grilles installed at the windows. There was a heavy machine gun in the trunk, and the huge gun shield almost wrapped the person. Because the gun shield was too thick, a turntable was built underneath, and the person on top adjusted the direction by turning the handle.
Further to the right is a streamlined sports car. The body of the car looks very low, similar to a normal F1 car. Two people are seated in the front and back seats, and a huge rocket engine is installed at the rear. It looks like it will be going at speed.
I just don’t know what the real situation is. Zhang Tuohai has never seen this kind of car in previous competition videos.
The cars in front also have their own characteristics, but the overall style is similar, with thick riveted armor, heavy machine guns, and some are equipped with TOW anti-tank missiles.
Full of wasteland heavy metal style.
Many people even stood out from their cars and waved at the surrounding surveillance cameras, apparently trying to win the audience's favor so as to avoid being voted out during the voting session.
"Don't we really need to go out and please those audiences?"
Miranda asked, somewhat worriedly.
"No need!" Zhang Tuohai drank the milk tea in his hand with a nonchalant look on his face.
"But if we were to enter the voting stage like this..."
"Then just don't go into the voting phase."
"Do we really want to kill so many people?" Miranda hesitated.
"It's not us who kill them, it's capital. If we don't kill them, we will be the ones who die."
Zhang Tuohai pulled the handbrake and put his foot on the accelerator.
The other drivers will also return to the car, and the ready light will be on.
The host also quickly introduced today's rules.
Today's rules are very simple, an unlimited free race. There are no restrictive rules for this competition. As long as you can run two laps along the road, you will be the winner. The final number of survivors must not exceed three. Those who exceed this number will all enter the voting stage, and the audience will decide the life and death of the contestants.
"The maximum number of survivors is three? So difficult? Lao Zhang, please don't die. I'm counting on you for my retirement money!"
In a bar, Robert was holding the betting slip in his hand, watching TV with excitement on his face. The betting slip in his hand was almost soaked with sweat.
The other drinkers in the bar were basically the same. Every day when a death race started, it was a carnival for the gamblers, and the disputes outside the venue were sometimes even more brutal than those inside .
Beep—beep—ding!
The last set of red lights came on and everyone stepped on the accelerator.
"Get started!"
Many players turned their machine guns and turrets and shot at the players around them.
This is the place with the highest hit rate in all the venues.
Of course, those who were not so confident in the defense of their vehicles stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.
Because Zhang Tuohai was in the second row, he received special attention. Two cars in the first row, one on the left and one on the right, blocked the front of Zhang Tuohai's car. The cars on the left and right sides mounted heavy machine guns and crazily fired at Zhang Tuohai's car.
However, Zhang Tuohai's car was modified according to the protection level of a light tank, and could even withstand direct fire from small-caliber artillery. These 12.7mm caliber machine guns could only leave a few dents on the armored plates.
Miranda was frightened at first by the popping sound of gunfire, but later she realized that no gun could penetrate the armor plate, and she slowly felt relieved.
"Let's get started. We don't have that much time to waste with them."
Zhang Tuohai held the steering wheel with both hands and said lazily.
"Oh, okay." Miranda picked up the handle and pressed the green button. The roof opened and a round nozzle popped out, aiming at the Hummer next to it.
puff--
A stream of highly concentrated acid spurted out from the high-pressure water gun and shot directly into the open window of the Hummer.
Two sturdy men in vests were not paying attention and got splashed all over their faces.
Sizzle—sizzle—
Puffs of white smoke and a burnt smell rose from the faces of the two sturdy men.
"ah--"
The two strong men covered their faces and screamed in pain.
The two strong men were unable to move, and Miranda did not want to fight anymore. She aimed the high-pressure water gun at the pickup truck on the other side.
