The Hell's Kitchen Racing Race can be said to have begun in the midst of great anticipation.

Alvin retreated to the starting viewing area, amusefully watching the series of collisions caused by the lowly driver.

These are elite racers selected from the Death Speed Qualifiers, and their cars are not only fast, but also have the ability to protect themselves.

Ivan's Russian-Stark match brought even more crazy modification ideas to those modified cars, super power, powerful, thick armor, ferocious firepower, of course, the firepower is gone, but the solid armor is still there.

Except for the cars in the front row, the cars in the back didn't have the idea that I had to go around at all, and there wasn't much room for detours on the narrow tracks.

Amid the gasp and "hiss" of the audience, the lowly driver drove the car out of the disaster zone first, howling and speeding up to chase the car in front of him.

When the lowly driver broke out of the disaster area, poked a black head out of the window and grinned his middle finger towards the rear, a white fat commentator said a little uncertainly: "This guy's name is Roman, why do I feel that he did it on purpose!"

Or is this actually the style of a car race? There are no yellow lights, no rules, and reaching the finish line in good condition is victory! ”

The other commentator didn't care about his partner's problem, he stared at the first group of cars, his mouth kept popping up, "incredible, incredible" exclamation, and then said loudly to his partner: "The first 300-meter straight sprint speed reached 220 kilometers per hour, and the trunk of those cars was full of nitrogen?"

How are they going to turn......"

Dominic gave him the answer at the first time, Dominic, who rushed to the first place, braked vigorously when he was still 30 meters away from the turn, the wheels were pungent with green smoke, and a round weight ball on the back seat of the car slid to the inside of the turn of the car to prevent the car from rolling.

All the four-wheeled challenger seen on the big screen was like a pendulum pulled by a rope, drawing a standard quarter circle around the corner of the street.

As the front of the car pointed to the exit of the corner, the Challenger's momentum suddenly appeared, and the classic muscle car seemed to be pushed from behind by something, and sped away.

With the speed of the corner on the big screen, the commentator held his head incredulously, like an asthma patient, and let out a violent cracking sound and gasping sound, and his throat seemed to be suppressed by something, and he squeezed out a scream, "This is impossible, it is impossible to pass through a track only 15 meters wide at a speed of 185 kilometers per hour!"

Why didn't that Challenger roll over? How did the people in the car withstand the overload from such turning? ”

Dominic gritted his teeth, crooked his mouth and proudly turned on the nitrogen acceleration to prepare for the second straight, he glanced back at the counterweight ball in the back seat, which the Russian named Ivan had helped to design a counterweight system, which allowed him to turn corners faster and greatly increased the grip of the car.

Dominic still remembers the Russian man's look of contempt when he was worried that the weight of the car would affect his speed, and he said, "When you have enough power, weight is never an issue......

As a super driver, Dominic knows very well that Ivan is talking nonsense, but he likes Ivan's modification ideas, although driving a car like that is playing with his life, but who cares?

At the moment when Dominic accelerated, Brian's GTR sprang out of the corner, and the Focus's supercar scurried out in a graceful arc close to Brian's rear.

Just as Brian pressed on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel to straighten the body, the Focus's sports car collided with his body from the inside lane, and the supercar counteracted the inertial drift with the force of the impact, and an acceleration flew out.

Brian's car was hit and slid sideways for a few meters, he angrily slapped the steering wheel, and was about to catch up when Giselle's Dodge Viper used the same action to stop the drift with Brian's car, chasing the Focus at a speed of more than 150 kilometers per hour.

Brian was hit one last time into a tire wall on the side of the street, and he slapped the steering wheel incredulously and complained loudly, "Are you all crazy?" You crazy women......"

As Brian yelled, Roman drove his car after him from behind, and as he passed Brian, the guy teased over the radio, "Hey, man, are you a soft-footed shrimp?" I thought you would be number two because I must be number one, now ...... Haha......"

Roman, who had just crossed the corner, wanted to taunt his buddy, only to find that the three cars in front of him had already passed the second corner, and he couldn't even see the taillights.

The fuck-up Roman let out a low curse and turned on the nitrous acceleration to try to catch up a little distance, this race is the dream of all street riders like him, who doesn't want to win the last day?

As soon as the rear of his car erupted with blue flames, Brian rushed from behind him and cut to the front of his car.

also turned on the nitrogen acceleration, Brian rushed out at a faster speed with the help of Roman's impact force, and did not forget to let out a happy "Wow~" and jammed the passage that Roman was chasing.

Alvin crossed his arms and watched the fierce chase on the big screen, he frowned uncomfortably, looked at Stark beside him, and said: "I hate driving fast cars, and it's really so fun to put yourself in a tin box and play with your life?"

I think the pickup duel played by that kid is more exciting and interesting!

Anyway, it's all about playing with life, and it's better to crash than to hit the wall......"

As Alvin spoke, an island race car didn't calculate the distance when cornering, and the whole car rolled into the tire wall, and then smashed the glass of an unknown store on the street and fell in.

Stark looked at Alvin, who was spreading his hands and signaled "Look", and said sarcastically: "The main reason why Homo sapiens took control of the world from the Neanderthals was that they learned to use tools.

The reason for the progress of mankind lies in the innovation of tools and the progress of science.

Driving a vehicle is like riding a fiery horse, a temptation that a man cannot refuse.

Better mastering the tools and maximizing the performance of the tools is our main competitiveness. ”

Alvin glanced at Stark, who was talking nonsense, and said, "All the driving and dying?" Let yourself fly on the pavement? ”

Stark didn't want to argue with Alvin about this, he sometimes didn't understand how Alvin's so many problems came about.

It's just a fear of heights, it's a psychological problem, but this kind of street racing is not dangerous for him at all, why is he so annoying?

Glancing at Alvin staring at the big screen, Stark shook his head with a smile and said, "Racing is not dangerous, it's just that this race is especially dangerous when it's put in Hell's Kitchen." ”

As Stark spoke, another car on the big screen flipped over while cornering, and the tumbling car smashed through the tire wall and rolled dozens of meters in a narrow alley before being stuck in the center of the wall.

Alvin frowned when he heard this, and said helplessly: "Also, except for not dying, there is really nothing here to attract the attention of the outside world." ”

Watching the hapless driver climb out of the car with difficulty, Alvin breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and smiled wryly, "This is fucking Hell's Kitchen's self-salvation......"

As Alvin spoke, several firefighting RPGs shot from the roof at the car, which could explode at any moment due to dangerous modifications.

A few shimmers flashed, a huge amount of white firefighting powder filled the alley, and the obviously injured driver rushed out of the alley with his shoulders on his shoulders, and before he could raise his middle finger at the bastards who fired the firefighting RPG, several gangster nurses with big shoulders and round waists put him on a stretcher, and sent him to a leather car with a red cross in the back of the car in the direction of the hospital.

The first time the two commentators saw such a rough and effective ambulance measure, the fat white commentator, while celebrating the driver's life, drew a cross on his chest and whispered, "I will never call an ambulance in Hell's Kitchen in the future......"

Stark seemed to sense Alvin's emotional problems, and he thought for a moment and said, "Life is like a pendulum, it keeps swinging between 'pain' and 'boredom'.

Work and struggles are always 'painful', but these are better than drowning in 'boredom'.

Compared to 'pain', the 'boredom' of doing nothing every day and not knowing what to do is the hell that destroys people's will!

You chose 'pain' for Hell's Kitchen......"

Saying that, Stark pointed to the frenzied crowd around him, and said with a smile: "They also seem to be enjoying 'pain', what else are you not satisfied with?" ”

Alvin looked at Stark with a strange expression, and said with a smile: "You still understand philosophy, I always thought you were a believer in science." ”

Stark tilted his head and glanced at Alvin disdainfully, and said, "A guy like you needs to read a little more, what if your students knew that their headmaster only read the newspaper for entertainment?" ”

Alvin ignored Stark's disdain as he stared at the big screen as friction began to appear among the three members of the first group.

Dominic had to venture out of the corner again at high speed, shaking off two women whose fighting spirit was already starting to burn.

The supercar that Fox was driving had changed beyond recognition, and the potholed surface showed just how fierce its struggle with the Dodge Viper had been in the past.

Every corner of the two cars was a fierce dance, collisions and frictions were constantly occurring, and the sparks of the competition aroused the passion of the people watching the race.

On the contrary, Dominica, who has been leading the way, is not so eye-catching.

Alvin watched with a headache as Fox crossed the corner with the rear pinned to Giselle's car, and then Giselle increased the throttle and hit the rear of the Fox.

Looking at this kind of dueling-style drag racing, Alvin looked at Stark beside him helplessly, and said: "Women are really scary sometimes, am I already handsome enough to make two beauties play for me?"

Luckily, Ginny will never be a racer, otherwise I'd have gone crazy!"