End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Sneakers, jeans, a gray leather jacket, $20, and a driver's license. These are all Russell's belongings. Knowing nothing, he can only rely on his driver's license to confirm his identity.

The M-1 car driver's license comes with a motorcycle driver's license. The photo on the driver's license is Russell himself. The gender, height, weight, hair color, and eye color are all different, but there seems to be something wrong with the date of birth.

September 5, 1984!

Looking at his age, Russell thought he was already four years old in this world, but no, the small store in the gas station had the newspaper of the day, and the time was displayed as 2002.

This is good news, which means that Russell returned to adolescence from 25 years old in an instant, and became a young man of 18 years old... although he always felt that he was 18 years old!

Age is not the point, the point is that there is a family address on the driver's license, so you don't have to be like the world of the 'Assassins', where you don't know where your home is even though you're not a criminal.

Rumble! !

Another mountain off-road motorcycle came, and the driver took off his helmet. He was a young blond boy with thin skin and tender flesh, and he was a bit handsome.

"Dude, you're late!"

"Britt, why are you here?"

Several complaints sounded, and the blond young man named Brett said angrily: "My father is going out to do some errands and asked me to guard the ostrich farm at home. I finally found a chance to sneak out."

"Wow, then you are miserable, your father is the mayor, he is not joking when he gets angry!"

"Yes, your ass will be kicked!"

Brett looked disdainful: "Come on, he's just a stepfather. If he dares to beat me up, I'll call the police and arrest him."

"Man, that's the way it should be, we're looking forward to seeing that."

"Ha ha ha ha----"

A group of people laughed heartlessly, and Brett was one of them. After laughing, he put on his motorcycle hat again: "Guys, today we are going to have a big fight, let them know how good we are! "

"Of course, we are the strongest!"

"Let them cry and kneel down and lick our oo!"

"You have really strong taste...but I like it!"

buzz - buzz -

The youngsters stepped up the accelerator suddenly, and the motorcycle roared, like a group of wild horses that had run off their reins, and rushed out in groups of three or four.

Russell put on his motorcycle hat and followed. Since he appeared beside this group of hussars, there was a great possibility of triggering the world mission. Even if he didn't, it would be good to go around and see more, and collect some information, which would help him understand this strange world.

The system is too rubbish, he can only collect information by himself to confirm where this world is.

A group of people shouted and ran wildly on the highway. On both sides of the road were uninhabited desert bushes, and columnar cacti could be seen everywhere.

It was Russell's first reaction to be in the American countryside far away from the metropolis, and he soon confirmed it. He saw the words 'Arizona' on the road sign.

It is true that poisonous substances come out of poor mountains and bad waters. Russell did not see many wild animals in the arid desert shrub area. Lizards, large scorpions, and rustling rattlesnakes are not uncommon.

The 10-minute journey ended quickly. I was glad that this group of people did not encounter the police. Otherwise, a group of a dozen of them would form gangs and drive on the highway. If they were caught, they would all have their driver's licenses revoked.

The destination was a canyon between two mountains, crowded with people, at least there were hundreds of people in the narrow valley, but all of them were young people in their twenties.

Several carts were selling snacks, beer, soda, and hot dogs. In the middle, a fat black man with a big gold chain was opening the market, surrounded by many people.

"Britt, why did you come here? I thought you Prosperous Town had abstained!" the fat man shook the big gold chain around his neck, and reprimanded him arrogantly.

Facing the fat black man with big arms and round waists,

Brett was a bit strong, but he lacked confidence and said: "How is it possible, even if it's not for the $2,000 bonus, I still have to earn back the registration fee. In fact, there was a little accident, I..."

The fat man waved his hand and said impatiently: "Okay, I'm not interested in your reason for being late, get ready, the game starts in 20 minutes."

Here, the situation has become very clear. The fat black man opened an illegal racing game, and the young people headed by Brett participated in the race for prize money. Russell's identity in this world is exactly a representative of "Prosperity Town" member, a drag racing party.

Russell didn't like this identity, because he was the former cop, and he had a bad impression of motorcycle racing gangs. He didn't study hard, and spent his life with the money his parents gave him.

This is a group that can easily arouse disgust. The main reason is to spare lives, and it also poses a threat to the lives and property of others. Worst of all, this group is mostly made up of young people with little experience in the world, they are full of energy, curiosity, and love to die.

The reason why I am obsessed with drag racing is because of my adolescent rebellion and desire for performance. They like excitement, pursue extreme speed, and want to gain the recognition of the group and the attention of the opposite sex through this extremely dangerous way.

It is undeniable that both men and women have a primitive desire for speed. Compared with cars, motorcycles are cheaper and easier to obtain, which can easily meet the needs of this group of people.

The pleasure of speed brings the heartbeat to speed up, making money and being favored by the opposite sex all make young people want to stop, so it is no wonder that they are repeatedly banned.

In the United States, illegal drag racing has always existed, and the cops have severely cracked down on drag racing gangs, but once everything is linked to money, even the cops have nothing to do. Moreover, after the "Fast and Furious" series of movies were released, speed was directly equated with masculine charm, which caused headaches for the police.

Russell didn't like his current status, but...for the sake of being 18 years old, he reluctantly accepted it.

18 is great!

...

Rumble--rumble--

The roar of a large locomotive echoed in the valley, and the cheers and screams increased as the race approached. The helmets of various colors are particularly conspicuous in the sun. There are about 70 riders gathered here, all of them are about the same age, representing six nearby towns.

Among them, there are more than 20 people from one town, who are the biggest competitors of Prosperous Town, and all of them are wearing racing suits. It's a pity that it's useless. A group of young people are not professional. Dressing formally does not mean that they are skilled. They just look good.

The fat black man raised his starting gun and held a loudspeaker in his other hand: "Listen, boys, circle the track once and for all, the one who returns the fastest is the winner. The rules...there are no rules!"

"Following the colored flags is the track, and there are people holding cameras at every colored flag, so don't try to cheat!"

"The first prize is $2,000, the second place is $500, and the third place is $100. If you exceed the third place, you won't even be able to earn back the registration fee!"

"Let me reiterate the rules at the end. The rules of this free cross-country race are... There are no rules!"

"Whoa--"

As soon as the voice of the fat man fell, the audience roared wildly, their necks flushed, and they waved their tickets in support of their favorite drivers.

buzz - buzz - buzz

The drivers twisted the handles. They were all amateurs, and some of them were even newbies who had just obtained their driver's licenses. Fighting spirit, I want to circle around the fastest.

Victory represents beauty and girls, and the right to laugh at losers!

Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene was so good, Fatty couldn't help but feel complacent. He was in a good mood today. He had earned back the bonus from the tickets alone, and with the proceeds from the opening, he would have earned tens of thousands of dollars today.

"Listen to the order and start again. Don't try to rush away, otherwise you will be canceled if you get the ranking." The fat man looked around and raised his hand to signal the audience to cheer.

In the valley, a large group of people shouted and counted down.

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

"start!"

Bang——

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【Fighting Street Diary】

Today in the Pujie group, there is a Pujie who has become a god. Everyone counted and finally kicked him.