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Chapter 199 "Mmm~~~~ Beep beep beep beep beep beep!!!"

The next day.

Death Race Day.

Compared to previous years, the prison's outdoor exercise time was exceptionally early today. No, perhaps it should be said that the cell doors were never closed all day.

From breakfast time in the early morning, all the cell doors are kept open.

The racing driver prisoners and the mechanic prisoners in charge of logistics were granted the right to move around freely throughout the day, and they could walk around the track area at will.

Those prisoners who were neither qualified to participate in the competition nor able to repair cars were assigned another task: to act as the atmosphere-building team.

It might sound a bit cheap, but these are at least life-sentenced criminals who already lack entertainment.

Now, to participate in this live-streamed event for the world's elite, there's no need for prison guards to force them at gunpoint; they've already rushed to the perimeter of the arena.

Even the possibility of being hit by stray bullets or shrapnel at any moment cannot dampen their enthusiasm.

More than two thousand prisoners were scattered across key locations on the track. Although the live broadcast had not yet started, the scene was already bustling with activity.

In the repair shop next to the track, Dom, the former leader of a Los Angeles biker gang, was carefully adjusting a uniquely designed race car.

"Boss, didn't we finish modifying our cars a couple of days ago? Who's this one for?" one of the underlings asked, puzzled.

For the sake of this vehicle, this group of prisoners who followed Dom hadn't slept for a day and a night.

"Give it to a damn wanted criminal."

Dom kicked the run-flat tire in annoyance, then stood with his arms crossed, staring blankly at the empty warehouse door, adopting the posture of a "big boss in a fit of rage," waiting for some unpunctual guy.

The underlings looked at each other, completely bewildered.

the wanted?
Who here isn't a wanted criminal?
But they soon realized that even wanted criminals are divided into different classes.

And the person they were waiting for was none other than the legendary most wanted criminal in the world with the highest bounty.

“Hey, what’s up, Bro?” Rorschach led the chief into the repair shop, smiling and gesturing.

Seeing the other person's grinning face, Dom took a deep breath and raised his hand to give him a high five.

The two grabbed each other's arms and pulled close, giving each other a tight, chest-to-chest hug.

“Rorschach, you better believe what you said yesterday. You better really take me out.”

“Easy, easy. If I didn’t remember that there was no record of you intentionally hurting anyone in your file, and that you were still somewhat useful, this kind of good thing wouldn’t have come to you, you dark-skinned bald guy.”

"Fuck you? Is this racial discrimination?"

"Don't mind it, buddy, you'll get used to it."

"."

The two talked in hushed tones for a long time, until the director and Dom's henchmen began to wonder why they had been hugging for so long without separating. Only then did they punch each other in the chest and finally separate.

Dom said in a low voice, "You're more than half an hour late. The race starts in less than two hours. You don't have much time to familiarize yourself with the track."

"Don't worry, I didn't plan on familiarizing myself with the track at all. Okay, enough chit-chat."

Luo Xia rubbed his hands together and nodded expectantly, "Where's my car? Stop hiding it, show it to us now."

Dom gave a wink to his men around him.

The next second, a high-hanging spotlight suddenly illuminated the object covered by a black tarpaulin.

Judging from the exposed tires, this is clearly a car.

Of course, that's all nonsense.

But to Rorschach's surprise, the height of this thing made it look like a tractor, not at all like the race cars he had seen on TV.

Dom stepped forward and suddenly ripped off the tarpaulin.

"Wow--"

In an instant, a race car that looked completely out of place appeared in front of Rorschach—if it could even be called a race car.

"The entire vehicle uses the chassis structure of the GTR."

"The engine is also the original GTR, but I specially added twin turbochargers to improve the power."

"With five-centimeter-thick steel plates embedded in the front and back, it can withstand machine gun fire for a short time."

"Below the chassis is reinforced armor to protect against landmines."

"The bulletproof glass is double-layered and thickened, so you don't have to worry about being shot in the head by a sharpshooter."

"M249 SAW light machine guns were mounted on both sides of the sunroof on the roof. The downside is that it is too heavy, but the advantage is that it has a fast rate of fire and does not jam."

"There's also a flamethrower installed under the front steel plate, the latest M202A1 from the US military, but it's advised not to use it indiscriminately. The fuel tank is only so big; if it runs out of fuel, it'll be nothing but scrap metal."

"Oh, by the way, to give you the spaciousness you wanted, I cut a few planks and raised the roof by more than a meter. As long as your foot can reach the accelerator, you can drive it standing up!"

"."

Dom used a lot of technical jargon to exaggerate the performance of this modified car.

However, the more Rorschach looked at it, the more something seemed off—this thing looked exactly like a budget version of the V-150 armored vehicle, and it would look even more like one if the roof-mounted machine gun were replaced with a 20mm autocannon.

"Dude, I want a race car, what is this?" Luo Xia pointed at the iron lump that was taller than himself and said speechlessly, "A tractor?"

"tractor?"

Dom frowned, but still patiently explained, "Don't worry about being a target because of your size. This car's engine is made from the stock GTR power plus track-grade modifications, so it will definitely make a 'putt-putt' sound when it's running!"

What does the "beep beep" sound mean?

"A beeping sound is a beeping sound."

Dom said impatiently, "You only came to me yesterday to modify the car. How could I have time to make it a perfect model? It's good enough that it's drivable. It may be a bit ugly, but it's definitely durable."

The bureau chief chimed in, "I think the bald guy has a point. In a death race, even the fastest car will be totaled after a few bullets. This car may be ugly, but it can at least withstand a few hundred bullets."

".OK."

Seeing that they all said that, Luo Xia shrugged indifferently.

The main reason is that today's live racing broadcast will be watched by a large number of global dignitaries. Although none of these guys are good people, as a legendary wanted criminal, Rorschach has inexplicably developed an idol image and started to care about his appearance.

"By the way, where's your race car?"

Rorschach pulled a few cigars from his pocket and tossed them over, asking casually.

Dom looked at Rorschach's trousers suspiciously. The prison uniform clearly had no pockets. Where did this guy pull out the cigar from?
He casually pointed to the parking space at the very back of the warehouse: "Over there."

Luo Xia looked up, and his expression froze instantly.

A classic 1970 black Dodge Charger was parked quietly, its front and rear adorned with sculpted steel plates, two cockpit-controlled light machine guns mounted on the hood, tires wrapped in blast-resistant armor strips, and bulletproof grilles added to the windows.

The entire vehicle resembles a masked black warrior, both understated and menacing, exuding an aura of dominance!

"Fuck you!"

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Inside the warden's office in the administrative district.

Hennessy is on the phone with a constant stream of ultra-wealthy individuals from all over the world.

“That’s right, Mr. Vincent Cassino, I can assure you, it’s definitely Rorschach himself! He’s going to participate in the Death Race in two hours!”

"Twenty million US dollars bet on Rorschach to be number one? Okay, okay, I'll write it down for you."

"Mr. Ali Muhammad, what did you say? Let me confirm again, you're betting fifty million US dollars on Rorschach to be number one?"

"Of course, but I have a request. Could you transfer the money in cash? As you know, your checks always bounce."

“It’s Rorschach himself, of course! Mr. Bobby Axelrod, I would never lie to any of my clients. If you don’t believe me, you can wait until the live broadcast starts and you see Rorschach before placing your bet.”

"Your daughter is a fan of Rorschach? Hahaha, of course I understand. If I were you, ma'am, I would definitely be a crazy fan of this legendary fugitive. So..."

“Fifty million US dollars, is that right? Okay, Ms. Anna Volkova, I have received your cash transfer.”

Half an hour later, Hennessy finally hung up the phone. She took a big gulp of tequila and let out a long sigh.

Just as she expected, upon hearing that Luo Xia was participating, these wealthy individuals went crazy, throwing money at the bet.

Most of these people are involved in illegal activities such as money laundering, arms dealing, drug trafficking, and smuggling, and they have no shortage of cash.

They have already experienced all the pleasures that money can buy in the world; now only the thrill of blood and fire can excite them.

And what could be more thrilling than witnessing a legendary terrorist being hunted by a dozen race cars live on air?
"call"

Hennessy poured herself another glass of wine, when a prison guard beside her reminded her, "Madam, if Rorschach really wins, we simply don't have the money to pay out according to the odds."

Hennessy sneered: "Don't worry unnecessarily, they won't get a single cent of those hundreds of millions of dollars."

The prison guard's pupils constricted sharply, and he earnestly advised, "Madam, you can't steal these people's money; they're all..."

"Don't worry, I never intended to steal their money."

Hennessy interrupted him, walked to the French windows and looked down at Rorschach, who was fighting with Dom for a black race car not far away, and said confidently:

"Rorschach has no chance of winning today's match!"

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Inside the warehouse.

There is less than half an hour until the start of the match.

Rorschach was sitting in the car, familiarizing himself with the control system of his modified race car, while Dom was teaching him the basics beside him.

"This is the accelerator, and this is the handbrake."

"Save your breath, buddy," Rorschach waved his hand impatiently. "I'm just not a great driver, but I'm not completely incapable of driving."

He quickly familiarized himself with the layout of the car's instruments and buttons, then got out of the car with a cigar in his mouth, showing no sign of nervousness.

Dom couldn't understand it at all. This guy knew his driving skills were mediocre, yet he never participated in a single track practice session. It was practically playing with his life.

“Rorschach, I want you to know what you’re doing,” Dom said seriously. “Once you’re on the track, you’ll be the prime target for all the other racers. They’ll be itching to get your attention and will be swarming you!”

"Really? Cool~"

Rorschach chuckled and patted Dom on the back. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Besides, you're here, aren't you? You wouldn't just stand by and watch me get run over, would you?"

He looked around at the repair shop and warehouse, where each warehouse contained prisoner race cars that were about to compete.

Some are designed to resemble Dom's Darth Vader, while others resemble trucks with steel plates several tens of centimeters thick added to the front.

Even if Rorschach had undergone multiple physical enhancements, he would have no chance of survival if he were to collide head-on with such a steel behemoth.

"I have old rivals to deal with, so I may not be able to take care of you."

Dom's gaze fell on the modified truck.

Standing next to the car was a burly black man wearing a stretch vest; his imposing figure resembled that of a silverback gorilla.

The other person grinned maliciously at them and made a throat-slitting gesture.

“DK, this guy’s driving skills are on par with mine.” Dom said, squinting. “You need to be careful of this guy; he’s a complete madman.”

“DK? Donkey Kong?” Rorschach thought of the gorilla climbing the Empire State Building and shooting down planes in the movie, and nodded in reply, “That’s quite a fitting nickname.”

“.DK stands for Drift King, but your interpretation,” Dom paused, “while unique, isn’t wrong.”

The two of them walked out as they talked.

As the race was about to begin, a number of prisoners had gathered at the starting line, all waiting for a bus to arrive.

It was a bus that came from the other side of the island, and it was full of hot female prisoners.

There's a reason why Hennessy has made Death Race so popular among the wealthy.

In addition to the bloody and exciting competition, she also provided each contestant with a female co-pilot.

These female prisoners all possess sexy figures and beautiful faces, and they are all dressed in tight low-cut tops and hot pants, adding a sensual element to the bloody competition.

Soon, the bus drove up from a distance.

Upon seeing the woman's face through the car window, the prisoners couldn't contain their excitement and began making lewd and obscene gestures towards her.

Dom glanced at the female prisoners who were striking seductive poses as they disembarked from the bus, and continued to ask Rorschach, "So what exactly is your plan? How do you escape? I have to warn you, this is an isolated island, the nearest coastline is dozens of nautical miles away, and there are hundreds of mercenaries guarding the helicopters and speedboats on the island. Are you sure you can escape successfully?"

"Don't worry, I never fight a battle I'm not sure I can win," Luo Xia replied casually.

"When is that? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?"

"Half an hour later."

"Got it, huh? What the hell?!"

Rorschach ignored the shocked Dom and turned his attention to a curvaceous Latina girl in denim shorts.

The woman had beautiful curly hair and a wheat-colored complexion. She was chewing gum and casually looking him over.

(From the movie Death Race)
"Rorschach Butcher?"

"uh-huh?"

“My name is Case, and I’m your partner this time. I’ve heard your name many times in prison, ‘The Judge,’ right?”

"They're all just empty titles. You'll find that if you get to know me."

Suddenly, Luo Xia raised his hand and grabbed the woman's waist, pulling her into his arms. The woman's full breasts pressed tightly against Luo Xia's chest.

"What will we find?" Case asked without any embarrassment, raising his head.

Rorschach raised an eyebrow, mimicking Dom's smug grin: "You'll find I'm far more charming than the rumors suggest."

"."

The competition is about to begin.

Rorschach waved to Dom and got into his modified race car with Case.

Before even fastening his seatbelt, Case couldn't help but peer inside the car: "Why did you make the cockpit so big? This is a race car, not a motorhome."

“This is easier for me to operate.” Rorschach pointed to the side. “And look at these guys, that black guy even brought out a fucking truck!”

Case scoffed: "That's DK. His driving skills are more than enough for him to handle this kind of big guy."

The competition was now in its final countdown. A hot female prisoner was acting as the referee, waving a flag, while countless drones hovered overhead, and the track was lined with cameras on both sides.

The world's elites and celebrities are all glued to their screens!

Their eyes were all focused on a tractor-like race car, where a legendary wanted criminal worth 140 million was sitting!
“You drive, and I’ll help you keep an eye on the road,” Case said, looking at the countdown timer.

"No problem, just do your job." Luo Xia adjusted his grip on the steering wheel.

"32"

The indicator lights ahead were flashing, and soon the red light with the number "1" suddenly lit up. Accompanied by a deafening roar of engines, all the race cars parked on both sides of Luo Xia sped off!

Rorschach.
"Shit?!" Rorschach pulled on the handbrake speechlessly. "Why did it suddenly stall?!"

Case, standing nearby, stared in shock and exclaimed speechlessly, "You have to step on the gas!"

“I’ve already stepped all the way down! But it still won’t move!” Luo Xia replied helplessly.

"Fake!!!"

Upon seeing this, Case immediately unbuckled his seatbelt, quickly moved to the driver's seat, and plopped down on Rorschach's lap!

Turn the key!

Pull up the handbrake!

Slam on the gas!

The next second, the roar of an engine rang out, the race car finally started and shot forward!
"Mmm~~~~ Beep beep beep beep beep beep!!!!"

(End of this chapter)