End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Buzz! !

Buzz buzz———

With the order of the command gun, 70 riders drove off-road motorcycles with high spirits. The deep and shocking roar detonated the audience in an instant, ignited the passion in the valley, and pushed to the climax in one fell swoop, and the audience was so excited that they cried like hell.

The fat black man is very stingy, and his conditions are limited, so there is no live video broadcast. The only way to broadcast the live broadcast is his mobile phone.

Because the signal is too poor, there will inevitably be many misreports 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 who want the result. There are very few people who really like off-road motorcycle racing.

The exit of the valley is a desert bush, the friction of the sand is not enough, and the map is very spacious, there is only one flag every 100 meters, so if you are not careful, you will fall behind, and the 70 drivers will soon be divided into three echelons .

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 started, so it is difficult to guarantee that this ranking will be maintained until the end.

Not to mention the third echelon, more than half of the people are in this echelon, they are purely joining in the fun, making a special trip to accompany and boo, just to create a passionate atmosphere!

Russell rode a motorcycle and firmly occupied a position in the first echelon. He had never played motorcycles in the sand, but fortunately, he had the skills of driving a car to face a group of amateur drivers.

The motorcycle rumbled and trembled, and the engine of the motorcycle roared continuously and lowly. In the blink of an eye, it ran tens of meters away, rolling up a line of sand on the road.

Dozens of motorcycles set off large swathes of yellow sand and flew, looking down from a high altitude, you can see the arrows of the sprinting wolf, and the sky is full of sand and rocks behind you, extremely excited.

Underground motorcycle competitions are all shot to change places, so the venues are all made from local materials, and the obstacles are all natural.

green! Environmental friendly! save money!

Deserts, steep slopes, wastelands, and even highways are all ready-made. The fat man organized this competition, and he used shovels to dig holes along the way, and then planted a flag.

Passing through the desert area, we reached the first turning point of the race schedule. According to the guidance of the flag, the first echelon drove onto the expressway. There are few vehicles on the expressway in the wilderness of the United States, but no matter how few there are, there are dangers. This group of passionate young people play desperately, increase the horsepower, the motorcycle and the ground make a tooth-acid friction sound, and a puff of black smoke spews out , turned into an uncaged beast and galloped out.

The test of this journey is the performance of the motorcycle. Those with bad tires and engines will be quickly thrown away.

If you can't close the gap, you can't win. If you don't win, you won't have bonuses and girls. The final result is that the loser will go home and masturbate by himself.

Omitting the intermediate process, it can be summed up in one sentence, having no money is equal to masturbating yourself, and having a salary to have a girl!

No money = single!

The first echelon and the second echelon were further divided into several grades. The performance of good locomotives and ordinary locomotives caused the rankings to change, and the changes were still obvious.

The group of riders in uniform gradually squeezed into the first echelon, while Russell's off-road motorcycle performance was mediocre and fell to the second echelon. Of the more than a dozen young people representing Prosperity Town, only Brett is still in the first echelon. After all, he is the son of the mayor, so the superior performance of the motorcycle is a matter of course.

During the period, scattered spectators appeared on the side of the road. After the first two echelons passed by, they drove to the initial starting point, and they could see who the winner was as soon as possible.

This kind of behavior is very unfriendly to the drivers of the third echelon. Their way is blocked, and it will be difficult to go around and try to chase them. They simply abstain and follow the same way back.

The second turning point of the journey appeared. The gap about ten meters wide was excavated artificially, and it has a sense of age. There are many shrubs growing at the bottom of the ditch.

The depth is up to five meters, because there is a sand buffer, there is no need to worry about the failure of the leap and fall to death.

There are many spectators here, they come here specially to wait for the flying car show, they don't care who is the first, they are satisfied after seeing the stunt.

There is an obvious slope in front of the chasm that can be used as a run-up, which is an ideal leap point. As long as the speed is sufficient, you dare to fight and have skills, it is easy to cross the past. But not everyone dares to fight like this, and not everyone has the confidence to land safely, so some people choose to leap over the pit, and some drive directly through the pit.

In the first echelon, including Brett, there were five people who made a successful leap. The riders who fell into the pit or climbed up the pit were blocked by the sand slide when going uphill, and it took a long time to climb out.

Contempt and cheers continued one after another, and every time there was a beautiful leap, the audience would scream, but they would also boo the driver who made an embarrassment mercilessly.

There were not many drivers who made a detour, the gap was very long, and the distance beyond the track was too long. I don't know how long it would take to return.

Russell took the lead in the second echelon. When the off-road motorcycle was speeding at high speed, he seemed more composed. He accelerated on the slope and rushed out of the flying platform. The person was in the air, and there was a beautiful vacating movement, which attracted a lot of cheers. After landing, You was not satisfied, and after driving a certain distance, he slammed the accelerator again, and the front wheels tilted up, causing repeated whistles.

Soon, the third turning point of the race came into view, a rough valley trail.

There are stones, shrubs, huge cacti in the valley, as well as high and low slopes and pits. This section is a test of technical content. Because they couldn't drive at full speed, the first echelon couldn't help but slow down. They were all amateurs, so they had to be careful walking this section of the road.

Rumble———————

Russell slowed down, jumped directly over a pile of rocks, swayed left and right to bypass the cactus obstacle, and faced the pit, he slammed the accelerator and directly tilted the front of the car to fly. The proficiency in vehicle driving is still a long way from the master and the car god, but in the eyes of Mengxin, he is already an unattainable master.

Under the watchful eyes of the five drivers in the first echelon, Russell came from behind and overtook from the end to the first place. This put a lot of pressure on them, with two riders trying to imitate Russell's jumps and flipping over and getting stuck in the pothole.

Amid the sound of the roaring 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.

Out of the valley is the return highway, and then there is the sandy land. When Russell passed the valley path, the gap was too large, and he was far ahead by a long distance. When he left the highway, there was no roar of chasing behind him.

The motorcycle entered the desert area, and Russell saw the valley at the end point. He twisted the handlebar, smoke came out from the rear of the motorcycle, rolled up the yellow sand, and rushed towards the destination at full speed.

"Champion! Audience, our first place is about to be born, let's cheer for him!!!"

The fat black man yelled, and the audience waved their arms, spilled beer and drinks everywhere, and watched Russell cross the finish line.

"Great job, great job!"

"He is the fastest person to rush out of 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 words and then drove away. Many people waited for the second or third birth.

Russell stopped the motorcycle, and as soon as his feet landed, several beautiful girls surrounded him. They felt his strong muscles and screamed again and again. Looking at their red cheeks, they knew that they were probably wet.

Russell was surrounded by a group of blond girls, all with C-class headlights in his eyes. He himself refused, but the other party was so crowded, his hands were still imprisoned by murder weapons, and he couldn't break free with all his strength. .

If he tried to break free, with Russell's strength, these girls would not be enough, but he didn't want to hurt others, so he simply let them go... He really refused!

After about five minutes, the second one appeared.

It was Brett. He took off his helmet and looked at Russell in disbelief, as if he was meeting this person for the first time.

The third and fourth place were almost on the front and back foot, they were half a minute behind Brick, the third place had a consolation prize, and the fourth place drove away dejectedly.

The fat man confirmed that Russell did not violate the rules through his mobile phone, held up a stack of beautiful knives, and stuffed them into Russell's jacket pocket amidst cheers. Before arriving, he pinched his chest muscles moderately, and while Russell was stunned, he gave him a wink.

Russell: "..."

"Boy, you are very good. I gave you the $500 personally!" The fatty happily added $500 to Russell, because Russell was a dark horse, many people lost their bets, and he made a lot of money.

Brick got 500 dollars, was patted on the chest by the fat man, and then got a disgusted look.

Fatty: "Tsk tsk, you already have A's!"

Brett: "..."

The third place got a consolation prize of 100 dollars, which is very good, the registration fee has been paid back, and the gas money is counted to make a small profit.

While celebrating the winner in the valley, Fatty’s cell phone rang. After he answered the phone, he cursed a few shits, picked up the horn and howled like a jackal: “Hurry up, the cop is coming!!!”

In an instant, it seemed that the alarm bell was heard, and the valley was in chaos. Everyone ran to their cars, and the birds and beasts scattered and rushed away.

Brick ran the fastest. When Russell saw that he was leaving, he put on his helmet and chased after him. He didn't know where Prosperity Town was. As a result, as soon as the key was inserted, there was an extra person in the back seat. Judging from the two lumps of softness coming from behind, it was a sign of great danger.

"What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up!"

As he said that his two pure white arms grasped Russell's clothes, he let out a breath of cold air immediately. The voice sounded young, but why was it so sinister!