Stop it Cybermen, it's full of gamers

Chapter 43 Takeaway Brother
In front of the old extended off-road vehicle, two people were riding a motorcycle and collided with each other.

There was a loud bang, and one of them exploded into a small mushroom cloud, and the wreckage of the other flew over the roof of the off-road vehicle, scraping off at least a row of paint.

"The competition is more intense and more exciting!" Brother Zhu Jun, who was tied to the roof of the car not far away, shouted passionately, "We have ushered in the first wave of mutant species, and the expected impact is coming!"

Snapped!
A motorcycle collided head-on with the deformed population, and flew into the air with people and the car.

When the scrapped car and people landed on the ground, the bloodless player was instantly overwhelmed by a large group of mutants.

"Detour." The smoker said to Shen Ruofeng.

Shen Ruofeng slammed the steering wheel to avoid the menacing distortion population.

His palms were sweating: "You are risking your life!"

"Fate? Of course I'm here to play," the smoker said nonchalantly, "Just play if it's fun."

Players turned their guns, from the tires of other vehicles, the backs of other players' heads, and the butts of their companions, to the aberrant population.

Bang bang bang!Bang bang bang!
On the radio, Brother Zhu Jun's voice was slightly expectant: "Look at our current No.1, what will this driver do in the face of the mutant? My God! He is about to roll over! No, he used two The wheels have gone through! Is this the legendary blade overtaking? It's wonderful!
No, a bigger one is coming!The driver's driving skills are excellent, but his partner's marksmanship is not good enough.He's going to hit it!He hit it!A large mutant—”

Brother Zhu Jun raised his head and saw the large mutant that was thrown flying towards him.

He roared and fired, finishing a round of bullets.

slap!

"It's really thrilling. The blood of the mutant has splattered all over me." Brother Zhu Jun struggled to push the large corpse of the mutant off the roof of the car, and when he turned his head, he saw that the driver's cab of the No. [-] contestant had almost turned into a discus. No one was there.

"This contestant has been eliminated! Everyone, don't slow down, speed up! Speed ​​up!"

The aberrant population was quickly left behind by the convoy.

Shen Ruoxue looked out the rear window, dozens of cars and motorcycles were submerged in the deformed population.

A player climbed onto the roof of the car surrounded by mutants, shouted "Long live the Flying Potato Cult", then pointed the pistol at his temple and pressed the trigger.

boom!
She was terrified when she saw it: "Are all of you...the people of the Flying Potato God Cult all fanatics? Is this a method you use to please your gods?"

……

sky island.

Yao Luo's body was staring at the game screen intently, while his avatar was eating ramen at Blue Star.

"It's fun!" he commented. "A reward."

……

【The First Wasteland Rally】

[No.1 can get an unconditional level-up reward; the top ten can get 200 Gloshen shopping cards from the game store]

With rewards, players drive even harder.

"The Tudou server has updated its rewards." Brother Zhu Jun wiped the blood off his face and compared the system map, "What are you waiting for? Players, we only have a quarter of the way!"

An unremarkable motorcycle jumps to first place.

The rider is pretty steady, even with a boxy backpack on the back of the bike.

The expression on his face was quite complicated.

A well-known professional player promised that as long as he won the first place on a motorcycle, he would give him 1 yuan in reality.

But he is just an ordinary takeaway boy, why should he participate in this kind of competition that can scare the heart to stop?Is it just because he got the internal test quota by chance?
"Where are the Eastern and Western gods, whoever is good, please bless me!"

The delivery boy had never driven so fast before, and the motorcycle with a speed of more than [-] yards per hour made him almost unable to see the road on both sides clearly.

The flesh wall of the mutant's lair can already be seen faintly.

On the car radio, Brother Zhujun yelled hoarsely: "It's almost there! Gentlemen, it's time to decide the outcome!"

The group of Mengnan, who had already fallen at the end of the team, sat in an old off-road vehicle and watched the performances of other players.

There are at least twenty cars and motorcycles, and the chassis is flying off the ground.

"Chong-ah-"

A large group of vehicles rolled over the ground, crushing and killing a large number of mutants blocking the road.

From time to time, there is a car or motorcycle, flying out of the sky with explosive sparks.

squeak--

Brother Zhu Jun's car stopped.

The surroundings are in a mess, only one motorcycle is still intact.

The player on the motorcycle was still in shock, and the whole person was in a daze.

"Okay, our champion, report your name!" Brother Zhu Jun shouted.

"I, am I number one?"

"Yes, you are our champion!"

"yeah!"

The suddenly realized player opened his arms excitedly.

"A post-match interview," Zhu Jun asked. "This player, you are very skilled at avoiding obstacles on a motorcycle. Can you tell me what you do in real life?"

"I'm delivering food."

This answer was obviously beyond the expectation of Zhu Junxiong.

He thought it was a professional racing driver.

"Good delivery boy," said Zhu Junxiong, "your hard work will pay off."

The player who won the championship flickered all over his body, and then rose to a level out of thin air.

"I declare that the first wasteland rally is now over!"

……

In an old SUV.

Shen Ruofeng took off his coat, revealing his eight-pack abs: "You cyber lunatics. I wouldn't be surprised even if you blow up the Giant Spirit Building one day."

The smoker nodded: "I just had this idea not long ago. Shall we go blow up the Giant Spirit Building together then?"

Shen Ruofeng turned his head to make sure that the smoker was not joking with him.

He pressed his temples and closed his eyes.

I don't know whether it is good or bad for the controller of Plum Street to change from the Wild Wolf Gang to the Flying Potato God Sect.

……

The internal beta players are full of talents, and professional military chess players have begun to direct the players to build fortifications on the spot.

A large group of cars formed several circles, and players stood on the roof and shot down.

boom! boom! boom!
"We're going to build a base here, and it's best to add a resurrection point, or it's too troublesome to go all the way to spawn monsters."

"It seems that only by pushing the main line can there be resurrection points."

"What about Potato girl? I think she should try to pray. Establishing a god religion is also the main line."

The players whispered.

……

forum.

The video collection of the first Wasteland Rally was uploaded by the player with the ID [Luoshui Sanqian] at the first time.

Because the players are too crazy, coupled with the influence of the world's number one real game title and the appearance of a large number of professional players, the video collection is soaring like a rocket, setting off a huge storm on the Internet.

[This is my top single brother?He must have taken the wrong medicine, his mouth is crooked from laughing]

[Gun Club and Fight Club Combined: Gun Fighting]

[Blade overtaking!Brings back childhood memories of my grandpa! 】

[Flying Potato God Religion!Invite you to witness the miracle of flying! 】

[Annual blockbuster: Hundreds of world-class top players cooperate for the first time]

"Oh!"

Yao Luo on Sky Island opened his left hand.

A steady stream of power of faith spewed from Blue Star.

"Although I'm still poor, at least I can start the public beta!" He clenched his fists.

It was a pleasant surprise.

(End of this chapter)