Chapter 940: Chapter 884: How Did He Pass the Level After All?_1 Chapter 940: Chapter 884: How Did He Pass the Level After All?_1 The [Extrely Difficult] track was unquestionably a second choice.
But this ti, the environnt was sowhat unfamiliar.
Only through the gaze of the distant twin skyscrapers could Hank confirm that he was in the tropolis.
But where exactly, he wasn’t too sure.
His main activity area was Night City, and his understanding of tropolis was limited to mission-related locations and so “landmarks”.
But soon, he stopped considering this question.
If the racetrack was just an ordinary city map, it was nowhere near [Extrely Difficult]—how difficult could it be to drive on city roads?
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So there was no need to worry about “familiarity” deficiency.
What relieved Hank was: there was no song selection this ti, the countdown was directly ten seconds.
Seeing the sports cars in his rearview mirror, Hank understood the necessity of a longer countdown—there were too many participating cars.
On the concrete platform of the starting point, there were sixty sports cars.
It might not be comparable to the [Indiscriminate Death Race], but compared with regular races, it was quite crowded.
10!
9!
8!
“What the hell is that?”
“F*ck!”
“What’s that thing?”
…
The drivers around suddenly started to stir.
Seeing the reactions of the people around him, Hank also took his eyes off the track, looked up at the sky, and saw it—a teor!
A teor was streaking rapidly across the sky, getting larger and larger int he sight, obviously crashing down on them!
“?”
Hank hesitated for a mont, then without hesitation, he began to hit the accelerator hard.
The reactions of people around were similar.
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5!
4!
Before the teor even hit the ground, the surface started rumbling, and then the surface of the starting point started to rise!
3!
The lifting speed was getting faster and faster.
2!
Not only was the starting point lifting, but the road ahead was also rapidly lifting!
1!
GO!
The teor had beco a huge teorite that was about to smash onto everyone’s head.
All the drivers without hesitation slamd on the gas pedal and rushed out of the starting point.
This was dangerous because the entire race track was trembling and elevating unevenly.
The originally flat city road had beco twisted and crooked and it was a serious test of driving techniques.
Once a mistake was made in control and they rushed off the track, you would fall from the road surface that was already more than ten ters above the ground.
The result was nothing but death!
But now, everyone would rather take the risk, than eat a teor!
A few seconds later, the teorite fell!
The landing point was not where the drivers started, but a bit behind the starting point.
But no one regretted running too fast!
Because the platform of the starting point was also affected by the teorite, it quickly crumbled and fell, disappearing without a trace in a few seconds.
Hank moved along with the brigade, witnessing the teor fall and the rapid change of the track.
His goal has quietly changed from “taking first place” to “holding on until the end”.
But this bottom-line goal in his view suddenly beca distant.
After the platform of the starting point completely disappeared, the trend of collapse did not stop, but was conveyed to the track!
Section after section of the track quickly collapsed and fell, tightly chasing after them.
A few unlucky ones who were sowhat hesitant due to the severe track changes and had the slowest speed, were quickly caught up by the collapsing track fell to the ground with their cars, being engulfed by the earth and rocks.
And they never appeared again.
Seeing this situation, everyone had to continue accelerating despite their uncertainty, in order to avoid being overtaken by the collapsing road.
But soon, continuous bends appeared, and new drivers who lacked driving skills made repeated mistakes.
Several cars rushed off the track and hit the high-rise buildings on both sides.
But Hank breathed a sigh of relief because after entering the bend, the road collapse rate also slowed down.
As the concern about the road eased, he suddenly felt a different kind of pleasure – racing in mid-air, snaking between the shadows of one skyscraper after another, watching the reflections of the sky and cloud in the glass curtain walls, was equally fun.
His relaxed mood ca to an abrupt halt as he dashed out of the high-rise area.
Off to the right of the car window, a “sky highway” appeared, parallel to the racetrack.
On this highway, a heavy truck sped out.
The mont this thing appeared, it triggered Hank’s utmost alertness, along with the enthusiastic cheers of the audience in the live broadcast room!
Because they were very familiar with this heavy-duty truck — this was the sa BOSS level truck that Lincoln and Mavis drove in the first “Indiscriminate Death Race”.
However, their cheers were not for Lincoln’s show, but they were looking forward to its transformation!
And of course, Lincoln wouldn’t let the players’ expectations fall —
The heavy-duty truck began to transform as it sped along at a terrifying speed!
On the race track, the sounds of shock and awe were incessant.
The heavy truck deployed its battle mode, extended its legs, folded its tires, and in a sliding motion, perford a beautiful roll and stood upright!
Then, under Hank’s horrified gaze, it squatted down, leaped into a 180-degree side spin, and arrived above the race track from the parallel highway.
In mid-air, this big fellow swung its arm with montum, a hot energy-blade popped out from the wrist guard, followed by a sky-cleaving attack that chopped the last car in half!
At the cut off area of the car, even the steel was lted, hot tal dripped down.
Following that, it kneeled, supported its body with its left hand, and upon standing back up, swung its blade in a cool pose, three characters appeared on its shoulder —
[Optimus Pri]!
“!!!” Hank saw this scene through the rearview mirror and was completely dumbfounded.
What dumbfounded him even more was: After Optimus Pri finished its entrance pose, it took large strides with its steel legs and began sprinting on the race track, chasing them down.
The mont anyone entered its attacking range, it imdiately slashed down!
Even a modified car may not withstand this slash, let alone the “thin-skinned” sports cars on the race track.
One slash, two pieces, no exaggeration!
Hank, scared out of his wits, stomped on the accelerator and fled wildly.
However, the audience in his live broadcast room was excitedly shouting:
“Slower, slower!”
“Any faster and we won’t be able to see clearly!”
“Get closer, closer, this is too cool, oh my!”
“Anchor, Anchor, can you get slashed by him, to let us feel it up close?”
“Slide tackle him!
Don’t be a chicken!”
…
Hank disregarded all the comnts, escaping for his life.
A sign flashed by outside the car window — [Danger Falling Rocks].
Hank, having excellent dynamic vision, accurately caught this hint, but —
I’m driving in mid-air, where the heck will falling rocks co from?
Ahead was an iconic building that he saw at the start line: the Twin Towers.
Just as Hank looked up at the building, out of nowhere, a large airplane with a smoking tail swept across the sky at a rapid speed, then crashed into one of the buildings!
A violent explosion occurred.
The entire building shook, tilted, and collapsed under this severe impact and explosion, chunks of concrete fell like rain, shattering themselves onto the race track.
“F*ck, you can do that!?”
Hank was enlightened, cursing while focusing his mind to evade the falling rocks and continually accelerate at the sa ti.
— He’s got to accelerate, not only is Optimus Pri still chasing him from behind, but once the half building completely falls, the race track will surely be crushed!
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When Hank rushed out of the race section between the two Twin Towers, the originally brand-new sports car was completely transford into a war-damaged style.
Not only was it full of various smoky traces and fearful scratches, but even a head-sized concrete block was embedded in the top of the passenger side!
But Hank didn’t mind at all, even feeling sowhat relieved.
If it wasn’t for his quick reflexes, that big rock would have hit him in the head.
— It’s really a blessing from the Goddess of Luck to get through this section!
From the 60 players at the start of the race, only the last eight remain, and the race isn’t even one-fifth over!
Hank can’t imagine what is waiting for him in the remaining four-fifths.
What confuses him even more is: if this map can be uploaded, it ans Lincoln must have cleared it once, his integrity in this aspect is trustworthy.
But here’s the problem —
How did he clear it?
It can’t be that Lincoln is not only a scientific research genius and ga-making genius, but also a racing genius, can it?
Is that freaking rational?
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