Druids in Marvel

It can be said that the racing competition in Hell's Kitchen has begun with much attention.

Alvin retreated to the viewing area at the starting point and looked at the series of collisions at the starting point caused by that stupid driver in amusement.

These are elite racers selected from the death speed qualifiers. In addition to being fast, the most important thing about their cars is their protective capabilities.

A match between Ivan the Russian guy and Stark brought more crazy modification ideas to those modified cars, super power, strong, thick armor, and fierce firepower. Of course, the firepower is gone now, but the solid armor is still there.

Except for the cars in the front row, the cars behind me didn’t have the idea of ​​taking a detour at all, and the narrow track didn’t have much room for detours.

Amidst the "hissing" sound of the audience gasping for air, the cheap driver drove the car out of the disaster zone first, howling while accelerating to chase the car in front.

The two ABC on-site commentators saw the clearest start image through the surveillance camera. When the cheap driver broke out of the disaster zone, stuck his black head out of the car window and grinned toward the back, extending his middle finger.

A fat and white 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 speed racing competition? There are no yellow lights, no rules, and victory is the one who reaches the finish line intact!"

The other commentator didn't pay attention to his partner's problem. He stared at the car of the first group and kept saying, "Incredible, incredible", and then said loudly to his partner: "The first one

The sprint speed on a 300-meter straight road reaches 220 kilometers per hour. Are the trunks of those cars filled with nitrogen?

How are they going to turn..."

Dominic gave him the answer immediately. Dominic, who was in the first place, braked hard when he was still 30 meters away from the turning position. The wheels were filled with pungent green smoke, and he was on the back seat of the car.

A round weight ball slides to the inside of the vehicle's corner to prevent it from rolling.

Everyone who saw the four-wheel locked Challenger on the big screen was like a pendulum pulled by a rope, drawing a standard quarter circle with the street corner as the center.

When the front of the car pointed at the exit of the corner, the Challenger's power suddenly appeared. This classic muscle car seemed to be pushed from behind by something and sped out quickly.

As the cornering speed was displayed on the big screen, the commentator held his head in disbelief, making a violent cracking sound like an asthma patient, and squeezed out a sharp sound as if his throat was suppressed by something.

He yelled, "This is impossible. It's impossible to pass through a track that is only 15 meters wide at a speed of 185 kilometers per hour!"

Why didn't the Challenger roll over? How did the people in the car withstand the overload caused by such a turn?"

Dominic gritted his teeth, tilted his mouth and proudly turned on the nitrogen to accelerate and prepare to sprint down the second straight. He looked back at the weighted ball on the back seat. This was designed with the help of the Russian guy named Ivan and could only be equipped with

The heavy-duty system allows him to corner at faster speeds and greatly increases the vehicle's grip.

Dominic still remembers the contemptuous expression on the Russian guy's face when he was worried that the weight of the car would affect the speed. He said: "When you have enough power, weight is never a problem..."

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 risking his life, who cares?

The moment Dominic accelerated, Brian's GTR sped out of the corner, and Focus's supercar sped out in a graceful arc close to the rear of Brian's car.

Just as Brian stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel to straighten the car, Fox's sports car collided with his body from the inner road. The supercar used the force of the impact to offset the drift of inertia and accelerated away.

Brian's car was knocked sideways for several meters. He slapped the steering wheel angrily and was about to catch up. Gisele's Dodge Viper used the same action to stop the drift with the help of Brian's car. It took more than 150 kilometers.

The speed of the car was chasing Fox.

Brian was hit by the last hit and was trapped in the tire wall on the side of the street. He slapped the steering wheel in disbelief and complained loudly, "Are you all crazy? You crazy women..."

When Brian yelled, Roman drove his car and chased him from behind. When he passed Brian, this guy teased on the radio: "Hey, man, are you a soft-footed shrimp? I thought you were

It will be second, because I must be first, now...haha..."

Roman, who had just turned the corner, wanted to taunt his buddy, but found that the three cars in front had already passed the second corner, and he couldn't even see the taillights.

Roman, who had a fucked-up personality, cursed in a low voice and turned on the nitrogen to accelerate in an attempt to catch up a little distance. This race is the dream race of all street racers like him. Who doesn't want to win the final victory?

As a result, as soon as blue flames shot out from the rear of his car, Brian rushed over from behind him and cut to the front of his car.

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

Alvin folded his arms and watched the fierce chase on the big screen. He frowned in discomfort, looked at Stark beside him, and said: "I hate driving fast. Put yourself in an iron box and risk your life."

So interesting?

I think the pickup showdown played by that guy from Shangqi is more exciting and interesting!

Anyway, it’s all about risking your life. Crashing into a car is so fun, it’s better than hitting a wall..."

While Alvin was talking, an island nation's racing car failed to calculate the distance properly when turning a corner. The entire car rolled and entered the tire wall, then smashed the glass of an unknown shop on the street and fell in.

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

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

Driving a vehicle is like driving a powerful horse, a temptation that men cannot refuse.

Better mastering the tools and maximizing the performance of the tools are our main competitiveness now."

Alvin glanced at Stark who was talking nonsense and said: "All you want to do is drive to death? Let yourself fly on the road?"

Stark didn't want to argue with Alvin about this kind of issue. Sometimes he couldn't understand why Alvin had so many problems.

It's okay to be afraid of heights, that's a psychological problem, but this kind of street racing is not dangerous to him at all, so why does he hate it so much?

Glancing at Alvin who was staring at the big screen, Stark smiled and shook his head, saying: "Racing is not dangerous, it's just that this competition is particularly dangerous in Hell's Kitchen."

While Stark was talking, another car on the big screen rolled over while turning. The rolling car smashed through the tire wall and rolled dozens of meters in a narrow alley before being stopped.

It got stuck in the middle of the wall.

Alvin frowned after hearing this and said helplessly: "That's right. Apart from risking one's life, there really isn't anything here that attracts the attention of the outside world."

Seeing the unlucky driver crawling out of the car with difficulty, Alvin breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "This is Hell's Kitchen's self-rescue..."

While Alvin was talking, several firefighting RPGs were fired from the roof towards the racing car that could explode at any time due to dangerous modifications.

A few glimmers of light flashed, and a huge amount of white fire-fighting powder filled the alley. The obviously injured driver rushed out of the alley in embarrassment, clutching his shoulders. Before he could shoot at the fire-fighting RPGs,

The bastard raised his middle finger, and several burly gangster nurses put him on a stretcher, and quickly put him in the back of a leather car with a red cross printed on it, heading towards the hospital.

It was the first time for the two commentators to see such rough and effective rescue measures. The fat commentator, while congratulating the driver for saving his life, crossed himself on his chest and said in a low voice: "I will always

Wouldn't call an ambulance in Hell's Kitchen..."

Stark seemed to be aware of Alvin's emotional problem. He thought for a while and said: "Life is like a pendulum, it keeps swinging between 'pain' and 'boring'.

Work and struggle are always 'painful', but these are better than wallowing in 'boredom'.

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

You chose ‘misery’ for Hell’s Kitchen…”

As he spoke, Stark pointed to the frantic crowd around him and said with a smile: "They seem to be enjoying the 'pain' too, what else are you dissatisfied 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, "Guys like you need to read more books. What will happen if your students know that their principal only reads the entertainment section of the newspaper?"

Alvin ignored Stark's contempt and stared at the picture on the big screen. The three people in the First Group began to have friction.

Dominic had to take risks again and sprint around the corner at high speed, throwing away the two women whose fighting spirit was about to start burning.

The supercar driven by Fox had changed beyond recognition, and its potholed surface showed how intense the battle it had been with the Dodge Viper had been for some time.

Every turn the two cars took was a fierce dance, with collisions and frictions happening constantly. The sparks flying in the competition aroused the passion of those watching the game.

On the contrary, Dominic, who has always been in the lead, does not seem so eye-catching.

Alvin watched with a headache as Fox pinned the front of Giselle's car through the corner with the rear end of the car. Then Giselle increased the accelerator and hit the rear of the Focus.

Seeing this kind of duel-style racing, Alvin looked helplessly at Stark next to him and said: "Women are really scary sometimes. Am I so handsome that I can make two beauties risk their lives for me?

It's a good thing little Ginny will never become a racing driver, otherwise I would go crazy!"