"Yes, you heard me right, I'll do it." Mo Fan repeated.

Potter covered his head with one hand and put the other in front of him, "Big brother, don't be impulsive, I know you're in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry yet." ”

"It's normal to win and lose games, so we have to keep our minds down."

Mo Fan said angrily: "Are you pouring me soul chicken soup?" ”

Potter pondered his words, "I just wanted to say, it's just a game, we can play with our lives, but we can't kill ourselves." ”

Mo Fan: "I can catch up with the quicksand team." ”

"Big brother, I know that your physical fitness is very strong, the first time you ride in my car, even if I drive at full speed, you will not get motion sickness, and there is a high probability that your driving skills are not bad."

"However, racing is not the same as normal drag racing."

Mo Fan said: "For example? ”

"For example, "Neural Driving", you don't have the neural driving interface of "Warhawk", and you can't surpass other drivers with neural driving skills alone." Potter explained, gesturing to his wrist.

Mo Fan said indifferently: "I don't need 'nerve driving'. ”

"Big brother, are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Don't think about it anymore?"

"Nope."

"Then I don't agree." Potter forcefully refused.

The atmosphere instantly cooled down.

Mo Fan patted Potter on the shoulder and said:

"If you think so, if you are allowed to continue playing, it will be difficult for you to catch up with the quicksand team, and there is basically no hope of winning the championship, then it is better to let me try, and there is no loss anyway."

Potter sighed and said, "That's not the point, you kill yourself if you take a shortcut in a 13-speed car without the help of 'Nervous Driving', and I don't want to die yet." ”

"So, the question now is, are you worried about your life?" Mo Fan breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had solved a difficult problem.

"Yes." Potter nodded.

Mo Fan pulled out the Death Wheel, put the thick muzzle of the gun against Potter's cheek, and poked it inside.

"Do you feel better now?"

"It's much better, it's much better, you've been so polite earlier, don't I have no opinion." Potter said with a smile.

"Isn't that respecting your choice?"

Mo Fan maintained a posture of raising his gun and asked, "That's right, let's discuss the distribution of rewards." If I can outperform the quicksand team and win the competition, the reward must be increased. It's not too much to think of implantable "neural driving" as my reward, right? ”

Potter rolled his eyes, "It's not too much, big brother, if you can win the championship, the championship prize will also be given to you, and I can add another 100,000 federal coins to you." ”

"That's not necessary, let's follow the contract, I'll just take one prosthetic."

After happily making an agreement, Mo Fan stuffed the Wheel of Death in his hand into Potter's arms.

"For the third stretch of the road, you will be the escort."

"Huh?"

"Just pretend to be a little more involved."

The two returned to the maintenance desk, where the Warhawk had already been repaired.

Mo Fan took the lead in getting into the driver's seat, and while others were not paying attention, his fingers changed to the shape of copper fingers, and he poked into the verification interface of "neural driving".

The main body of the "Neural Driving" prosthesis is located in the racing car, and the connection terminal implanted in Potter's body acts as a key to open the "Neural Driving" and help him control the "Neural Driving" more easily.

With external prostheses, most of them require the installation of similar aids.

For example, the industrial exoskeleton on Mo Fan's body, without the help of an assistive device, can only be controlled by a monster like King Kong, but with an auxiliary device such as a connection terminal, an ordinary person with a thin body and only a short training can also use the industrial exoskeleton to complete the work.

However, for Mo Fan, he doesn't need the authentication and auxiliary functions of connecting the terminal.

After inserting his finger into the verification interface and feeling the presence of "neural driving", he used the Great Refinement Body Method.

In the blink of an eye, the "Neural Pilot" was assimilated by the Great Refinement Body Method and turned into his shape.

Under his trial, Neuro Driving was far superior to the level at which Potter had been used.

Holding the steering wheel, Mo Fan felt that his body had turned into a racing car, running on four wheels, as natural as he was running on his legs.

It was as if he was supposed to run on four wheels.

The configuration of reaching 13 speeds made him very eager to run and run at full speed.

"Potter, get in the car."

Seeing Mo Fan sit in the driver's seat, Potter sat in the co-pilot with the death wheel, and the rest of the team was stunned.

It wasn't until the two of them drove out of the second maintenance point that the bearded man asked blankly: "Did the two of them sit in the wrong position just now?" ”

Warhawk left the second pit point and not long after, the sound of helicopter propellers and the cries of the race commentators could be heard overhead.

"I can swear that in the more than 10 years of my commentary, there has not been a match more incredible than today! Even crazier! ”

"Our No. 2 Warhawk team, after a series of historic performances, I thought they had reached the top, and to be honest, I told the cameraman that even if they win tonight, I won't be surprised in the slightest."

"Maybe they heard me and chose to slap me in the face with the facts."

"The driver and the escort swapped identities, which is an unprecedented move! Mo Fan, who destroyed 13 teams tonight and was like a large fighting machine, actually put down the gun in his hand and sat in the driver's position. ”

"If someone else, even Rolf, who debuted as a driver, changes positions in such an important race, I would say he's crazy."

"But they're the Warhawks, the ...... who did the miracle tonight"

The narrator wanted to point to the "War Eagle" and continue to sigh, but when he looked down, he found that the "War Eagle" had disappeared.

Looking along the track, I found that the "Warhawk" was almost at Shell Mountain.

"Wait, is it my delusion, why are they so fast?"

In "War Eagle", Mo Fan stepped on the accelerator to the end, enjoying the pleasure of running freely.

When a person is running at the speed of a sports car, the feeling of pushing the limits of human beings is so fascinating.

As he ran, a question arose in his mind.

If it is placed in the cultivation world, is he considered to be controlling the magic weapon, or is it regarded as walking with a sword?

The standard car in Death Racing can reach speeds of 200 km/h in a straight line at 10 speeds.

He is now at a speed of 13, and he has also made settings such as lightening the body, and the limit speed can run to 300 kilometers per hour.

Put it in the ancient background of Xianxia novels, if you don't consider the road conditions, the average flying sword should not be able to catch up with him.

Mo Fan thought about the flying sword in his heart, but he didn't think that the speed of the opening was fast enough, and he read the Olympic slogan on his lips, "Higher, faster, stronger".

Potter, who was sitting in the co-pilot, couldn't stand it, this was driving too fast, this was obviously flying too low!

The reason why the cars in the Death Racing race are controlled at full speed at 200 km/h is not that the car manufacturing technology is not enough, but because the track is mostly outdoors, and the road conditions do not allow high speed at all.

The speed is full, and if you encounter a small mistake, the price will be the car crash and the death of people.

And the dilapidated roads around Wildwind Town are simply an incubator for mistakes.

Potter fastened his seatbelts, grabbed the armrests of the roof with both hands, and kept his eyes on the road around him, nervously about to vomit.

recalled that when he took Mo Fan for a ride, he told Mo Fan not to vomit because he was too fast, and he regretted it for a while.

Now that the positions are reversed, he is really going to throw up.

It's probably a boomerang.

Every time he pressed a rock, when the body jumped, he would close his eyes, fearing that the car would overturn.

But just like a fool has a fool's fortune, several times he thought that the operation that was destined to die, in Mo Fan's hands, he could drive it safely and soundly, at most it was a little bumpy.

Slowly, when he encountered dangerous road conditions again, his heart changed from not overturning the car to why the car didn't overturn, which is not scientific.

Looking at the approaching mountain of bullet shells in front of him, he began to get used to the feeling of his heartbeat.

He began to think about whether there was a possibility that Mo Fan was really a driving genius.

However, as soon as he turned his head, the heart that had just been put down hung again.

It's about to enter the mountain, but Mo Fan hasn't slowed down yet!

Dangerous!