"Damn."

An angry roar came from the T-20, and of course, this sentence only lingered around the small cab before disappearing.

He entered the image into the calculator to calculate the final probability of winning or losing, but the result turned out to be insufficient and could not be calculated.

Because the calculator simply can't calculate how the cars will perform on the various stages with the current data and information, it is simply not willing to predict the outcome until the first lap of the tenth level is completed.

Of course, you can't blame the calculator, because it's just an ordinary computer in the car, so it's far worse than those special computers with a lot of power.

But just because it can't do it doesn't mean that other mainframe computers can't do it.

On the high platform of the racetrack, in a large, bright office, several of the main leaders of the circuit are taking their eyes back from the monitor.

"The T-20 can win." A gray-haired old man raised a goblet, his voice full of excitement: "I didn't expect to let me see such a technology here, who is this guy?" ”

Next to him were two middle-aged men, one with a wide mouth and a square nose, with yellow-brown hair. The other was a dark-haired man with a distinctly oriental face.

This old man is Harrison, the behind-the-scenes owner of the racing track, Dongfang is Li Ming, the general manager of the racing track, and the last one is David, the personnel manager who is in charge of personnel.

"Boss, I think the person who can play a mass-market T-20 to such an extent must be a master above the eleventh level. And, most likely, a mecha master. David touched his chin, raised his eyebrows, and said.

"That's right, being able to look at the devil's track at a speed of 500 kilometers per hour is only possible for a master above eleven level." Li Ming completely agreed with David's words.

The pager in the office suddenly rang, Li Ming pressed a button, and a pleasant female voice came from inside: "General manager, we have found the driver of the T-20." ”

"Pass it on." Li Ming said without thinking.

Fang Mingwei's figure suddenly appeared on the big screen in the room.

If Fang Mingwei sees all this, he will definitely reassess the strength of this racing venue.

Because not only his image is displayed on the big screen, but all the actions after he drove to the racing track within 100 meters are restored on the big screen.

It's as if as soon as he appears here, he is recognized like a superstar and pays attention to all his energy.

Of course, this is not the case, and although there are many cameras installed on the racetrack, it is impossible to keep an eye on everyone.

The reason why this can be done is because the defense measures of the racing track are perfect, and there are no dead spots in the installation of cameras, so Fang Mingwei will be filmed with the flow of people within 100 meters of entering the sphere of influence of the racing track.

When the crew determined that the driver of the T-20 was him, they called up all the footage and edited out his share to create such a special effect.

It is not difficult to do this, as long as there is enough video recording and time, anyone who has learned a little computer technology can easily do it. But the difficulty is in this time, and it is not a simple matter to be able to edit all the footage in such a short time.

"Who is this man?"

"The registration information is Fang Mingwei, and the people below have checked it on the planet's internal network, a native of this city, eighteen years old, studying at Karim Planet Kilometer Academy, well, a very ordinary information, a very ordinary person."

"Ordinary?" David touched his chin again, as if rubbing against the beard scum there could bring him great pleasure: "I don't think he's ordinary, and, when did there ever be a student who was more than level ten in Karim Kilometer Academy?" ”

"Didn't you?" Harrison asked, surprised.

"Definitely not, and it's the first time I've heard the name Fang Mingwei, not to mention that it's above level ten in Karim Kilometer Academy, even those geniuses above level five don't have this person."

Although Li Ming knew that it was impossible for his companions for many years to deceive him, he still subconsciously asked: "Are you sure?" ”

"Of course, don't forget that I'm in charge of personnel, if there is a genius above level 10 under the age of twenty on this planet, I don't know, then I'll jump from here."

"Really?" Li Ming glanced at him playfully and said, "Then you can jump down now." ”

"Why...... Oh, this guy is a special case. David smiled awkwardly and said, "I promise, there is no one else but this guy." ”

Li Ming and Harrison laughed dumbly at the same time, the three of them have been old partners for many years, so naturally they will not take this joke to heart.

The fluorescent screen flashed again, and a line of small words came from below.

Li Ming's eyes froze, and he said softly: "David, you don't have to jump off the building." ”

"What?"

"This kid's ability is not above level ten."

David waved his hands and said, "That's impossible, to be able to maintain a speed of 500 kilometers per hour on the tenth layer, and make the most correct judgment in time, if such a person is not a master above the tenth level, then I will jump from here." ”

Li Ming pointed to the fluorescent screen amusedly, and said, "David, it seems that you are really going to jump this time." ”

David and Harrison looked back, and the small print on the fluorescent screen read:

Psychic power: Level 8.

David and Harrison gasped at the same time, of course they believed the truth of this statement.

Since the T-20 is a car in the racetrack, some protective measures are naturally installed on it, and these protective measures naturally include some equipment that looks normal.

The energy monitor is one of them.

After Fang Mingwei activated his maximum spiritual power, his strength also became clear under the energy monitor.

"Level 8...... It turned out to be a mere eighth-level spiritual power, how could this be possible? David's hand stopped touching his chin, but opened his mouth wide and looked at the track below in disbelief.

"I think there's only one explanation."

"What?"

"Genius, that guy is a genius, a real genius."

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