The barrenness and desolation of the African desert may seem to the wanderer. The wind swept the yellow sand and rose on the flat ground, the sky was hidden from the sun and the moon, and the infinite vastness of nature showed the supreme power of heaven and earth.

Before coming to Africa, celluloid was fully prepared. Not only did he choose a flame-retardant racing suit that covered 90% of his body, but he also covered his hands and feet tightly, and his face was covered by a mask and helmet, and he bought himself a set of equipment to block ultraviolet rays and wind in an all-round way.

Such a picture is in Africa, and she is ready to become a hot dog. But today, she made an unexpected discovery......

It turns out that Africa is not as hot as you think.

At least in today's such dusty ...... Well, maybe there are some sandstorms, the sun is blocked by the wind and sand, the sun is not so full, and the weather is not so hot.

This originally made her snicker, thinking that after returning to China, she would not become Jike Yiyi as netizens said.

But gradually, as the schedule progressed, she felt that something was wrong.

This wind and sand seems to be too big!

At first, the wind and sand on the desert were only a little ethereal, but gradually, as the motorcycle rapidly approached at a speed of 70 kilometers per hour, her helmet began to make a crackling sound of sand.

After that, the future is bleak, and everywhere as far as the eye can see, it is plated with a layer of earthy yellow.

The special stage has been going on for more than three hours, and the long run has already widened the distance between the teams by a considerable distance. Even in good visibility, you can't see the cars in front and behind. Not to mention the environment that is now affected by wind and sand, and the visibility is less than 20 meters.

"I'm going, is this going to be the rhythm of a big sandstorm?"

Even if I haven't lived in a desert area for a long time, I've seen such a situation in film and television dramas. What the hell blows the lamp, and in the tomb robbery notes, there are detailed descriptions of natural disasters such as sandstorms.

Although the scene in the movie and TV series is synthesized in three dimensions, compared with the scene in front of it, it is seven or eight points similar.

Celluloid was a little scared.

She pressed the radio and called the support group: "Please talk when the backyard live broadcast team receives it, and the support live broadcast team receives it, please speak!" The weather in the front stage is abnormal, please communicate with the event team and ask if the game can be carried out normally?"

“……”

The radio was rustling, and no one answered.

"Damn, here again!" Celluloid slapped her helmet hard, trying to shoot the radio signal using the rough way she had done before, but this time it didn't work.

At this point, about a kilometer behind her.

Kuraki Ping is frantically racing on the sand, just like yesterday's Masanobu Juque.

"Kuraki-kun! The visibility is so bad now that I can't find the signs on the road book! Please slow down and wait for the GPS and the route on the road book to be verified!"

"Aso, is there nothing wrong with the direction we are heading?" Kuraki Taira stared intently ahead, showing the best competitive state in his life, and using extraordinary driving skills to maintain the TSL-RP modified in the desert environment at a speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour - in an environment with visibility of only more than 20 meters.

"Follow the GPS instructions and the direction is right. But visibility is too low, the next match point is not far away, and I can't guarantee that you'll be taken to the place in this kind of ghost weather. You know, in an environment like a desert, a GPS point doesn't mean anything. ”

"It's okay!" Kuraki shook his head, "We have caught up with the T1 group so far, and it is estimated that we have moved up the rankings by more than twenty places. In such a ghost weather, the course of the stage has been completely chaotic, as long as we are in the right direction, we can slowly find the target point after the wind and sand stop. If you don't take advantage of this weather and opportunity to play RP's performance and impact the rankings, when do you want to wait?"

"But......" Aso opened his mouth to argue.

"Don't you want that million bonus?" Kuraki Ping's face twisted and reminded him.

"......" Aso Ying was moved, and hammered the handrail of the car door with his fist, "Fight! Leave the route to me, and the matter of Kuragi-kun's pursuit of the ranking will be left to you! Dry ......!"

At this moment, a white shadow suddenly appeared in front of the windshield of the TSL-RP filled with yellow sand.

"Bang! bang!!"

A muffled sound of sheet metal cracking suddenly sounded in the whistling yellow sand, and was quickly covered up and disappeared.

"Yaga! We've bumped into something!"

The TSL-RP was around for a while, and as Kuraki Ping slammed the steering wheel with an angry scolding, the car floated out in a large arc in the plasticine-like desert, bringing a large piece of yellow sand sideways!

It wasn't until the car was thrown out a few dozen meters that it stopped.

The frightened Kuraki and Aso glanced at each other, quickly pushed the car door and ran to the back of the car.

More than 100 meters behind them, a black-and-white painted off-road motorcycle with "CHTP" sprayed on the fuel tank was half-hidden in the yellow sand, and the rear wheels were still spinning with the sound of the "Tutu" motor.

More than ten meters away from the motorcycle, a slender figure shrouded in a racing suit was lying quietly on the ground.

"Kuraki-kun! Kuraki-kun, we hit someone! Bastard! How could this be! How the hell did you drive the car!" Seeing this scene, Aso instantly went crazy.

In the event of such a collision accident on a special road section, a time penalty suspension is certainly inevitable. If that's the case, don't say anything about the prize money of a million dollars, even if it's a qualification for the tournament, it will be canceled!

Kuraki was even more crazy than Aso at this time. But it was clear that he didn't give up what he had at his fingertips because of such an accident.

Looking at the scene of the accident and the uncertain life and death of the driver, his brain turned sharply.

After a short while, Kuraki made the most important decision of his life.

"Dispose of his GPS and satellite phone! The wind and sand are so big, it won't be long before this place is completely covered!"

"Na...... Nani?" Aso's jaw almost dropped in shock, "Kura, Kuraki-kun, you, you're murdering! Even if you dispose of this place, but how do you explain the impact on our car?!"

"Smack!"

A loud slap made Aso's nose a little sour.

"Idiot! We can deliberately hit a rock! Isn't it normal to hit a stone in such a ghostly weather? Don't you want to take that million dollars? Think about it! How many opportunities we have in this life! How many opportunities can we seize!"

Kuraki roared, his face so hideous in the wind.

At this time, the wind and sand are even stronger.

There is no longer a trace of sun in the sky, and the overwhelming yellow sand and gale have clearly told the people on this desert that the sandstorm has come!

“…… Hello, wah, "Aso's cheeks twitched, her gaze weakened, and she finally nodded.

The two reached an agreement, quickly returned to the car, took out the shovel, and smashed the GPS and satellite phone on the motorcycle.

After doing all this, the two quickly got into the car and quickly left with trepidation.

In just five minutes, the sand quickly engulfed the deformed rear wheel.

The slender body not far away was also slowly embedded in the wild sand, and this desert that witnessed everything, but was silent for eternity, merged into one.

In the sea of sand, the fingers of the body gently hooked.

If you listen carefully, you can still hear the gentle murmur of the clashing of the gravel;

"NMB, don't run, old lady...... Can I salvage it......"

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