In his previous life, Lao Tang was no stranger to riding a motorcycle, and he once secretly raced to "seventy yards" on the empty street in the second half of the night. But Lao Tang's driving skills are definitely not compatible with the sky, if it is the body of Lao Tang in the previous life, no matter how fast the speed of the mechanical road rage is, it is in vain, and Lao Tang can't play it at all.

Luckily, driving this mechanical Road Rage is the Goode Titan Power Terror Totem of this world. Well-developed muscles, a strong body, amazing strange strength, and the keen reflexes honed by his years of combat career allowed Old Tang to easily control his car, so as not to insult this modified and powerful mechanical road rage.

At this moment, in the deserted streets of Ratchet City in the early morning, Old Tang is driving this mechanical Road Rage at a galloping pace. The roar of the engine continued to accelerate around the adrenal glands of Old Tang.

The pointer on the dashboard of the mechanical roadman has been raised to 240 km/h. Even if the past life and the future life are added together for nearly thirty years, it is the first time that Old Tang feels so stimulated. Unlike driving a car, a mechanical road rage without a windshield drove so fast that the oncoming wind cut Old Tang's face like a knife, and Old Tang had to squint his eyes under the pressure of the wind.

The mechanical roadrage that sped all the way out of Ratchet City stirred up a cloud of smoke and dust in the wasteland of the Barrens. This dirt path connecting Ratchet City to the Golden Road has long been compacted by goblin machinery as the main road connecting Ratchet City to the Barrens. Old Tang drove fast on it without any pressure at all. One by one, he tried firing a few newly installed weapons and felt the power, and Old Tang was full of praise for the two engineering masters.

After speeding around Ratchet City for most of the time, Old Tang finally lowered his speed and slowly drove back to the residence of the two engineering masters. This test drive made Don feel particularly satisfied. The modified mechanical road rage is not only because the "heart" has been replaced, the power is incomparable, and the newly installed weapons, props and various systems have not affected the coordination and operation of the mechanical road rage, it can definitely be called a "god" modification.

When Don stopped his car, two engineers who had been waiting for a long time hurriedly stepped forward to stop Don and asked him how he felt about the test drive. This mechanical road rage that has been modified by their hands has definitely poured some of their efforts into it, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is their heart.

"How? Big Minotaur? How's the modification? Satisfied? The bearded dwarf Bigg Giant asked eagerly, tiptoeing on the handlebars of the mechanical road rage.

"She's amazing! I couldn't have asked for more from her! Old Tang straightened the car steady, bent down and patted the shoulders of the two masters and said.

The painful and grinning Vlad* alloy drill bit, who was slapped by Old Tang's giant palm, yelled angrily: "Take away your big hand, Minotaur!" Do you still need to say the effect of the modification? With my genius Vlad alloy drill bit shot, will there be problems? Aha, what a joke! ”

"Hehe, don't bother with that green-skinned ugly bastard! He was definitely jealous of having a good car that was one and only one of a kind! Take this big man, this is a gnome windscreen made especially for you! Drain the water and wind to prevent flashes, and trust me, you'll definitely use it in competitions! ”

The goggles are just the right size, and the two blue crystal lenses are tightly embedded in the exaggerated and sturdy frames of the clothes. Old Tang, who wore the dwarf windshield goggles on his head, twisted his neck and thanked the two engineering masters.

"Anyway, thank you both. I owe you a favor! After the competition, I treat you two to a feast that I cooked myself! My craft is still very good. Ah, by the way, there's breakfast for the two of you. With that, Old Tang took out the two packed "value-for-money" breakfasts from the magic backpack on his waist and handed them to the two of them.

"There's no need to be so polite, we're already friends. Remember to come back with a championship and ride this big guy around Ratchet City. The dwarf engineer took the breakfast and said with an envious look at the mechanical roadmaster parked beside him.

"Hmph, show your housekeeping skills in the competition! I hope you can use the full power of this awesome guy, or you will be blown up! ”

The tin can Vlad alloy drill bit still said in a foul tone with the breakfast handed over by Old Tang, but his expression was much more relaxed. Interpersonal communication is like this, I don't care how much money you make, as long as you can really think about others and consider others, often a small detail and a small care can reap good returns.

"Then I'll withdraw first. Let's wait for my table when I play! Old Tang looked at the goblin's face softened, and he didn't take his words to heart, smiled and said goodbye to the two, and then straddled the motorcycle and drove away.

Under the light of the rising sun, the mechanical roadmaster under the old Tang roared and galloped quickly.

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The annual Ratchet City Locomotive Rally is finally about to be held today after intensive preparations. The festive atmosphere envelops the bustling harbor city of Ratchet City, adding to the already bustling atmosphere of the city.

Residents of Ratchet City, travelers and adventurers who rest and beg for a living here are also infected by the unique atmosphere of the festival, and most of them have smiles on their faces, singing and laughing towards the venue of the competition. Along the way, the streets of Ratchet City are bustling with traffic and people.

At the site of the motorcycle rally, in the area specially designated for the competitors to rest, racers from all races are busy cooperating with engineers to give the final inspection of the cars of different shapes. Gazruvi, the manager of Ratchet City, was sitting on the sidelines with a huge hot sand port cigar in his mouth. As a winner of the Ratchet City Rally for several consecutive years, there was no pressure to start the race.

Gazruwe is confident that he will continue to win and leave all the contestants far behind. It wasn't just his dazzling skills that gave him that confidence, but also the Goblin Trike that was parked next to him and had been modified countless times, the "Champion Predator".

At this moment, Gazruvi is happily calculating how much this motorcycle race will bring to the ratchet city under his management. It has to be said that goblin merchants are basically masters of collecting money, and you can't help but admire their business acumen for digging for profits and discovering business opportunities.

In addition to the costs of preparing the track, maintaining the venue, and hiring personnel, each competition can also bring a huge amount of revenue to Ratchet City and Hot Sand Group. As for the cost of bonuses and prizes, it has long been ignored by Ghazruvi. Those things, by default, have long been defaulted by this goblin to being about to enter their pockets.

Not to mention the stimulus consumption of the business of Ratchet City by those who rushed to Ratchet City to watch the competition at this time; Not to mention the various taxes and fees paid by the caravans from all races and camps who took advantage of this time to rush into the gold trade in Ratchet City; The number of motorcycle orders placed in Ratchet City by fans who were fascinated by racing and tuning because they watched the race was not small, enough for Ghazruwe to wake up laughing in the middle of the night.

Not counting those locomotives that require special modifications, the price of the two models of mass-produced Goblin three-wheeled motorcycles and turbocharged three-wheeled motorcycles alone is not a small number. If the buyer has no relationship and no intermediary, these two models will be priced at a high price of 100 and 300 gold coins respectively. If you add in the modification fees of the various "weapon props" system, the new orders placed every year alone are enough to make a lot of money for the business pride of Gazruwe and Ratchet City.

Just as Gazruvi, the manager of Ratchet City, was rejoicing in the economic boom and the amount of gold he had brought with it, a violent roar of the motor pulled him back from his thoughts. Not far away, a mighty minotaur was driving a motorcycle that was extremely windy. Behind him, a tall, strong, armored warrior Kodor followed closely behind him with a harpy and two diminutive figures.

This eye-catching combination, needless to say, is the old Tang and the eagle man Xiao Nizi and his party.

A moment later, Old Tang, who was wearing a hideous suit of armor and a blue dwarf engineering windbreaker, rode a mechanical road rage gallop to the city. After the test drive was completed yesterday, Lao Tang hurriedly signed up for the competition on the last day before the start of the competition. After paying the registration fee and receiving the race plate, Tang spent a whole day trying to get used to his car.

Today is the day of the start of the game, the old Tang who fell asleep early to rest on his homework got up early this morning, pulled up the eagle man Xiao Nizi who was still sleeping lazily and the two engineering masters who came to cheer for the battle, and rushed to the game site by mechanical road fighter and brute horn.

"Good car, young man! Are you a contestant too? It's the first time, I haven't seen you before. Gazruwe looked at the burly old Tang and the mechanical road bully who pulled the wind and couldn't stop looking, and took the initiative to speak.

"Gazruvi, you cunning old thing, this year's tournament won't be yours!" Before Old Tang could speak, the "tin can" Vlad alloy drill on the side of the god shouted loudly at the leader of the ratchet city of Gazruvi as if he had eaten gunpowder.

"Yo, who was I then? What's the matter, Vlad, you've been tinkering with that tattered iron guy all day long, and you're willing to leave the house? Could it be that this motorcycle is made? Then I'll have to tell this minotaur boy to be careful. Otherwise, I don't know when I will be blown up by those failed works of yours! ”

Gazruvi and Vlad Alloy Drill look like "old acquaintances", and when they meet, they are at loggerheads. Old Tang didn't care about the mutual spraying of the two, stopped the goblin engineer who was about to step forward and rage, and said to the manager of Ratchet City with a smile:

"Hehe, I'm excited about a qiē stimulus. I'm very interested in love things, and since I met this kind of interesting game, I can't miss it. ”

"Ha, that's good! How can you miss this kind of challenging and exciting competition? Minotaur you have an appetite for me, would you mind going to my place for a drink after the game? I still have a good bottle of wine from the royal family of Lordaeron. ”

"If there is a free cigar, I don't think I have any reason to say no!" Hearing Gazruwe's invitation, Old Tang, who had already made friends with the minotaur and the goblin, shrugged his shoulders and responded in a relaxed tone.

"Haha, there's no such thing as a free lunch in Azeroth, young man. Hopefully you'll bring home a great game, and we'll see you after the game! Gazruwe looked at Old Don and smiled, made up his mind about the invitation, and was about to turn and leave.

"I'm definitely going to win this year's championship! Don't make a fuss when the time comes, old man!" Old Tang responded jokingly, and also turned around and did the final test before the competition with the two engineering masters.

"The 5th Ratchet City Locomotive Rally is about to begin, please gather on the track! Engineers and other personnel, please leave the scene! Repeat! The 5th Ratchet City Locomotive Rally is about to begin, so please gather on the track! Engineers and other personnel, please leave the scene! ”

Several huge horns were erected on the houses on both sides of the aisle, and at the same time, a shrill voice that belonged to the goblins was heard. The organizers of the competition began to convey the message of the competition to the contestants and the large crowd of spectators, urging the contestants to prepare.

After a while, the originally bustling runway was much cleaner. More than 50 participating vehicles of different shapes, under the control of competitors from various races, ran from the start. Before the point, they gathered together and waited for the order for the game to begin.

As a newcomer to the motorcycle rally, Don, who participated in the competition for the first time, ranked low. I had to be at the end of the line with a few players who were also first-time participants. But it doesn't matter to this old Don, this extremely confident guy believes that with the extremely strong mechanical road rage after modification and his own driving skills, he has won the championship!

In the countdown from the loudspeaker of the organizer of the competition, all the contestants were waiting for it.

The Ratchet City Locomotive Rally is about to begin.

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