No one knows transmigration better than me!

Chapter 146
Panel settlement.

[Map]: Desolate Hell World (Large)
[Dungeon]: Blood Plague

[Duration]: 18/30
[Lou Jinghai (Blood Sea)]: There are 64 remaining floating peaks (64), the plateau spying is successful and retired (36), the military exploits are illustrious (40)

(Total: 140 points)
[Yan Ping (plain body)]: 12 remaining tribes (24), besieged and suppressed half-monsters (8), stubbornly resisted (4)

(Total: 36 points)
[Basic chips]: 100000
【Final magnification】: 13
（2×140×30）/（18×36）

【Total】：1300000
[Additional chips]: Forced landing on a [-]-meter floating board
130 million.

Such a record in Yongcheng is enough to be listed on the hot search for several days.

And it was just a gang fight in Lower Newport.

The gap is staggeringly large.

But that's nothing to the squirrel's fortunes.

What they are really afraid of is the forced landing on the floating board.

In Ning Luo's memory, the only game that can barely be compared to it in terms of danger is Russian Roulette.

The so-called Russian roulette is to put one or even several bullets in the revolver, rotate the wheel at will, and shoot yourself in the head.

It is life or death, fate is determined by God.

And the floating board forced landing is also the same.

The height of the 33-story building is [-] meters high.

Yan Ping had to step on the mechanical floating board, start the engine from a height of [-] meters, and ensure that the peak speed reached [-] kilometers per hour!
Before that, Red Skull would use chalk to draw a circular area with a radius of about five meters directly below him.

Yan Ping needs to ensure that while he is diving, the lowest point cannot exceed the outside of the circle, and the distance from the ground cannot exceed [-] meters.

If you fail because the landing point is too high, you need to go back and forth until you succeed.

But if it is too fast, it will fall to the ground.
The result is likely to be either dead or disabled.

Matrix allows such bets.

Lou Jinghai's pupils were bloodshot, it was a side effect of the injection.

Although it won't make people lose their minds like illegal drugs, it does make his emotions higher.

He held his head high and said fiercely: "Why? Don't dare? According to the contract law, if you refuse to perform the contract, you have to pay at least ten times the extra bet in compensation. Hmph, why don't you just use the right to operate the subway station?" to mortgage"

"no!"

Yan Ping raised his head abruptly.

The right to operate the subway station is the lifeblood of the squirrel.

Of course, this operating right does not refer to the subway itself, that is something that only the big shots in the upper city are qualified to control.

But the right to operate and transfer the shops in the subway station is indeed owned by the Squirrel Gang.

No matter how timid Yan Ping is, he will definitely not be able to hand over the management rights of the subway. For gang members, that is more important than his life.

Yan Ping's eyes were about to burst, he had no choice, but his legs couldn't stop trembling, and he still didn't dare to move.

Lou Jinghai sneered mockingly: "No way, squirrels are not so poor that they can't even take out a floating board, are they? How about we lend you a pair?"

Yan Ping didn't respond, just took a deep breath and turned around angrily: "Bring the floating board!"

The Squirrel brothers hesitated.

Holding the floating board, the flat-headed boy gritted his teeth: "Brother Ping, we can win back if we lose one stronghold, but if you"

"do not talk!"

Yan Ping snatched the floating board, gritted his teeth and roared: "If I lose the battle, I will bear it myself!"

When the floating board was activated, Yan Ping's body trembled slightly, but the mechanical straps had already fixed his legs and feet.

"Brother Ping, don't!" "Brother Ping, you can't gamble!"

The little squirrels shouted loudly.

However, Yan Ping rose to a height of [-] meters in the blink of an eye.

The height of the 33-story building makes people shudder.

Yan Ping was terrified, but he knew he had to act.

If you continue to dawdle, not only will nothing be changed, but it will only make the blood skeletons laugh at it, and it will only lose face for the squirrel.

Ning Luo's pupils shrank slightly.

A hundred meters does not sound high, but when he looked up at the sky, he realized what it meant.

As small as Yan Ping's figure is, the possibility of him surviving is as slim as it is.

He needed to accelerate to the speed of a battery car during the [-]-meter forced landing, and happened to brake just before landing.

A stuntman might be able to do it.

But Yan Ping couldn't do it.

Because there is no such thing as training for a forced landing on a floating board, every attempt he makes is undoubtedly a desperate effort!
No Experience, No Skill, No Safety Measures
It's really like putting a revolver to your forehead and leaving everything to fate.

The Blood Skull man drew a circle on the square with chalk.

That is the inclination used to limit the forced landing, and it may also be the burial pit that Yan Ping ordered.

Lou Jinghai raised his head, and Zhang Kuang roared: "Are all your squirrel men so cowardly? Huh? Hurry up, you guys are waiting impatiently!"

"Mouse!" "Mouse!" "Mouse!"

The younger brothers shouted together.

And Ning Luo's face gradually sank.

Ning Luo: "Uncle Bai, isn't such interference considered a violation?"

Bai Yang spread his hands and shrugged: "Of course not, they didn't interfere physically, they were just shouting."

Can.
Ning Luo didn't ask any more questions.

Because the sound of the engine starting was faintly heard from high above.

Yan Ping couldn't bear the humiliation, he knew that he represented the face of the squirrel now, so he couldn't hesitate.

Even though he wasn't fully prepared, he didn't even have time to slow down his shortness of breath.But under the urging of Blood Skull, all he can do is fight with his life!
There are overlapping overpasses above your head, and a crowded square under your feet.

This is the epitome of Xingang, or the life of Xiamin.

oppressed, dull, drowsy
Until a beam of blue light penetrated the dark sky, it was the flame of the thruster!

The floating board plummeted, and the speed on the virtual dashboard exceeded [-] kilometers per hour in an instant!

And the journey of forced landing was over half in an instant.

But Yan Ping did not slow down.

Because the soaring propelling flames enveloped his body, and the neon lights of the square reflected the drifting rain and fog.

He couldn't tell how high he was off the ground, or when to brake.

But Ning Luo could tell.

Because Ning Luo is the God's Chosen One, and he can also be regarded as an old driver of Yujian.

"This altitude... something will happen!"

If the acceleration of the floating board is already close to its limit when it is falling, then if you don't brake, the result of the forced landing will definitely be the destruction of the board!

Do you want to meddle in your own business?

Ning Luo thought about the answer to the question for a moment.

Since the Blood Skull can intervene, he naturally has the qualifications to intervene.

He doesn't know Yan Ping's good and evil, but at least he has a sense of responsibility, he doesn't want to drag his companions down, it probably won't be too bad.

One word, one life.

Of course, Yan Ping may not be able to listen.

So it's just an innocuous attempt.

Will this anger the Blood Skull?

If he can do it, it can only be said that it is exactly what he wants.

So don't hesitate!

Squirrel's younger brother clenched his chest tightly, his pupils trembling.

The Blood Skull crowd clenched their fists and laughed grinningly, their hearts surging.

However, an abrupt voice broke the tension and depression.

"Slow down now!"

Ning Luo suddenly roared!

Yan Ping couldn't tell his own height in the air, and he had already lost hope.

So when he heard that roar, it was like a ship lost in a storm catching a glimpse of the light from a lighthouse.

Yan Ping didn't think about who the voice came from, nor did he think about whether it was right or wrong, he only knew that the other party's tone seemed harmless.

So at the critical moment, Yan Ping chose to obey.

The propeller flipped, and the floating plate suddenly changed direction and slowed down!
After all, it takes time for the voice to be conveyed, and when Yan Ping reacted, it was too late.

Yan Ping changed the direction of propulsion and pressed the brake at the same time, but it was still difficult to avoid the ending of falling to the ground!

But the moment the floating board fell to the ground, its direction of travel was finally reversed, and its falling momentum was barely stopped!
呲——

The pulleys rubbed against the ground of the square, sparkling and making harsh noises!

The floating board slid by inertia for a distance of more than ten meters, plowed a black scorched mark on the ground, and then fell to the ground suddenly!
click!
"what!!!"

Yan Ping's arm suddenly touched the ground, and with a crisp sound, the bone fractured in an instant!

His eyes were blurred with pain, he wailed endlessly, and his consciousness was a little fuzzy.

But fortunately, the landing point of the forced landing was indeed lower than half a meter, and it landed precisely within the circle.

The bet was successfully fulfilled.

My little life was also saved.

"Brother Ping!" "Brother Ping!!!"

Little Squirrel's tense heartstrings suddenly loosened, and he hurriedly bound Yan Ping and called for help.

But the person on the other side of the blood skeleton smiled froze.

Lou Jinghai turned his head mechanically, stared at Ning Luo, was stunned for a long time, and suddenly roared furiously: "You are courting death!!!"

(End of this chapter)