When making the plan, An Xin marked two shortcuts.

One leads directly to the mountainside of Bullet Shell Mountain, and the other goes straight to the top of the mountain, and the two shortcuts are located in different locations and have different degrees of difficulty.

The existence of two shortcuts goes back decades.

At that time, the cities of West and Honghe were still sister cities, and the exchange port between the two cities had just been established.

As a trade point in the wasteland, Wildwind Town has set up a transshipment center in Shell Mountain, and every day there are empty boats to replenish supplies at the top of Shell Mountain, bringing Wildwind Town's goods to the exchange port.

At the height of the heat, one winding road was simply not enough, so two small roads were built at the supply point to share the pressure on the road.

With the severance of diplomatic relations between the two cities, trade gradually decreased, and the two small roads were deserted.

From An Xin's intelligence, the two of them already knew a little about the road conditions, but after actually seeing it, their scalps were still numb.

No wonder Potter didn't have the confidence to pass the path, the two shortcuts were unmaintained and in disrepair. Cracks in the road surface and weeds growing are good, but shrubs growing on both sides of the road, as well as dirt and gravel falling on the road, are the real killers.

This kind of road is difficult to walk even if you drive normally, let alone drag racing.

"Big brother, I think your speed is fast enough, we really don't need to take shortcuts, we can catch up by taking normal mountain roads." Potter was dying.

"It's too late, An Xin calculated, taking a shortcut to the top of the mountain can save 8 to 10 minutes compared with the normal path. The quicksand team didn't enter the second maintenance point, and when we left the second maintenance point, we were twelve minutes slower than them, and we had to rely on shortcuts to overtake. ”

At this moment, Potter suddenly felt that it was not a good thing to plan too much, and the way he had not planned to play was good.

He sighed and continued to hold on to the armrest on the roof of the car, praying that the gods would keep him out of the arena alive.

Mo Fan controlled the "War Eagle", his speed did not decrease, and he rushed directly onto the mountain road.

"Our No. 2 player deviated from the race line, was the speed too fast and the system got out of control?"

The helicopters of the race team chased after them from behind, and they hovered at the top of the hill, and the commentator said loudly.

"No, they didn't get out of control, they found a path. Is it because I am dazzled, this road has existed since the beginning, and it is still our magical Mo Fan player, who dug it out first when everyone was not paying attention. ”

"Let's see, where this path leads. Towards the top of the mountain! The trail leads to the top of the mountain! If they can make it up this trail, they will most likely overtake the quicksand team! ”

Mo Fan listened to the loud commentary in the sky, and couldn't wait to stop the car and kill the noisy idiot with a sniper rifle first.

He had reason to believe that the dog was tipping off the quicksand team, telling them that they had taken a shortcut and would soon be able to overtake.

But he just thought about it, and couldn't really pull his hand out.

He is now manipulating the "Warhawk" and racing all the way down the path.

The various obstacles that often appear on the ground are more dangerous than the second level in the Key Challenge, and even if he enters the realm of human and vehicle integration, he will overturn if he is not careful.

With "Neural Driving" activated, he knows as much about the various parts of the car as he does about his own body.

which stone can be knocked away without being injured by it; Which dirt slope he can directly press over, will not be "tripped".

From a distance, the "War Eagle" he controls is dodging and moving on the path, using agility that is not a car, nimbly dodging various obstacles.

"Our No. 2 rider has safely driven through the third of the way, frantically chasing the quicksand team."

"Just now, our backstage data analyst sent a piece of information that the path chosen by the No. 2 contestant, because the program team did not maintain it in advance, after judgment, the difficulty coefficient of the route is 15!"

"The AI program of our event group, Miss Deathwing, analyzed the probability of success through this path at high speed, and it is 1.03%!"

"But our Warhawks have been firmly grasping this 1.03%!"

"Mo Fan can not only tame a bulky industrial exoskeleton, but also give life to the car and bring it to life. See, the fast chain of changes of direction that was just done on the mountain road, the absolutely difficult maneuvers, even if it is placed on the indoor track, it is difficult for the driver to complete. ”

Mo Fan became more and more annoyed by the explanation above his head, this guy not only reported the point in real time, but also crow's mouth.

As soon as the commentary was finished, a large obstacle appeared on the road ahead.

Perhaps a heavy rain caused a small landslide, and a large amount of mud carried the rocks onto the road.

With the subtle maneuvering of Neuropilot, he was able to dodge most of the obstacles, but several medium-sized rocks were stuck together in the dirt and blocked in the middle of the road, leaving him unavoidable.

He retrieved the Death Wheel from Potter's arms, and under Potter's horrified eyes, he took control of the steering wheel with one hand and stuck out of the window with the other, firing six high-explosive grenades in succession.

The explosion sent dirt and debris flying in the air, obscuring the view of the mountains.

At Potter's scream, the eagle made its way through the dirt and gravel and continued its climb to the top of the mountain.

"Wonderful! Our Mo Fan athlete, through superb marksmanship, knocked over the obstacles on the trail and successfully survived this difficulty. ”

"Potter enjoyed the fight and let out a shout of excitement to announce to the crowd that they weren't up for the title yet!"

Mo Fan threw the death wheel back into Potter's arms and teased, "He said you enjoyed it." ”

Potter grabbed the handrail in one hand and the vomit bag in the other, and looked up with difficulty, "Do I look like I'm enjoying it?" ...... vomit"

At the top of Bullet Shell Mountain, the quicksand team is galloping on the mountain road at full speed.

Gareth, the driver of the quicksand team, looked up, and he could already see the flag for the finish line not far away.

Passing through a five-hairpin half-bend and a 100-metre final sprint straight, they could win the race and take the title.

For the championship, they prepared too much and gave too much.

Neither they nor those above them allow the slightest mistake.

No matter who it is, they can't stop them.

From the start of the race to the moment before leaving the maze of death, everything went smoothly.

Until an accident happened, without that guy, they are now over the game.

"Mo Fan turned and leaped in the air with a high degree of difficulty, and once again turned the danger into a disaster, such a magical driving skill, no wonder Porter would be willing to give up the driver's seat."

"The top of the mountain is already close at hand, and our Potter players have already let out a roar of celebration in advance."

Gareth's grip on the steering wheel clenched and frowned.

He couldn't understand how that guy who was full of accidents could catch up so quickly.

Not long after he entered the Bullet Shell Mountain, the fly-like commentary above his head kept broadcasting the guy's information.

What he didn't understand even more was that the commentary was like drinking too much, jumping left and right, spinning in the air, and leaping continuously......

What comes out of the narrator's mouth, you can say gymnastics, you can say parkour, you can even say acrobatics, but it doesn't feel like it's describing racing.

Can these adjectives be put in a professional racing competition?

I'm afraid you're not kidding me.

Soon, though, Gareth understood what the narration meant.

Just as he was about to enter the five-in-a-row hairpin corner, he saw in the rearview mirror that twenty meters behind him, a white racing car rushed straight up, leaped over the guardrail more than half a meter high, and landed on the winding road.

Gareth rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he had taken too many stimulants and was hallucinating.

A shrill commentary sounded from above, breaking his doubts.

"Caught up! After a gorgeous charge leap, our Mo Fan player successfully caught up with the quicksand team! ”

"The two teams are back on the same starting line at this moment!"