It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

"Are the two contestants ready?"

Red Dragonfly asked loudly.

"Ready."

"Jingle Bell!"

Liu Zheng and the postman replied together.

"Well then, I declare that the Urban Speed ​​Legend Competition will begin now."

"Three, two, one."

"boom!"

A brilliant firework shot out from the tip of the referee's stick.

"Whoosh!"

As soon as he heard the starting gun, Liu Zheng immediately ran out like a Tindalos that had broken free from his reins.

After running a few steps, he found that his speed didn't seem to change much.

In other words, Red Dragonfly limited the postman's strength to the same as his own.

Liu Zheng turned his head to look at the bicycle and found that its pair of three-jointed leather shoes were almost sending out sparks, but it was only parallel to him.

He couldn't help but be a little amused.

It seems that the key to victory or defeat in this game will be those treasure chests.

For some reason, Liu Zheng had a strong sense of déjà vu when looking at those treasure chests, but he couldn't remember it all of a sudden.

Whether you remember it or not, just take it first!

He rushed to the first row of three treasure chests, then jumped with all his might and reached the one in the middle.

The illusory treasure chest immediately shattered and disappeared, and a blue disposable rocket launcher appeared on his shoulder.

Liu Zheng subconsciously pulled the trigger, and a crosshair immediately appeared in his field of vision.

He immediately aimed his crosshairs at the postman, only to see that the postman was also holding a red bazooka and pointing it at him.

"BOOM!!!"

The two men pulled the trigger again without hesitation.

Two rocket launchers, one blue and one red, hit each other at the same time, exploding with a loud bang.

Huge flames and heat waves spread rapidly, metal fragments flew in all directions and were absorbed by the invisible boundary.

Liu Zheng was blown more than ten meters high on the spot. Looking at the postman who was also falling to the ground, he finally remembered.

"Fuck! It turns out to be a fucking prop competition!"

Chapter 133 This is for my Pi Yanzi

Haw!

It took a full three seconds before Liu Zheng fell to the ground.

He climbed up with a grin on his face, his whole body feeling as if it had fallen apart.

But looking at the postman, he didn't seem to be in much better condition, and the frame of the car was shaking.

After taking a deep breath, Liu Zheng continued to run forward, and the postman also quickly pedaled.

After running about two hundred meters, there was another row of treasure chests in front.

Since they were all question marks, he rushed towards the treasure chest right in front of him.

The same goes for the postman's choice.

The treasure chest broke, and a barrel of unknown fuel appeared in Liu Zheng's hands.

The word "NO" is written on the red barrel.

NO He knows, nitrous oxide, also known as laughing gas.

This thing tastes slightly sweet, has a mild anesthetic effect, and can make people laugh.

Some young people who are not sensible would take this as a low-end version of an addictive drug. Liu Zheng has even written a related report.

NO itself is non-flammable, but as a strong oxidizer it can be used as a propellant.

The key is that it is used in rockets or racing cars, and now they are racing.

So what is this thing used for?

Liu Zheng was very puzzled.

No matter how confusing it is, it still needs to be used.

In a prop game, props are the most precious resource. If you waste one, your chances of winning will be greatly reduced.

Thinking of the usual evil taste of this weird world, he had some ideas.

But to put this idea into practice, even if he is a veteran, he still needs some courage.

Just as Liu Zheng was hesitating, the postman pushed him.

A huge slingshot came out from inside, caught the bicycle, and then pulled it back automatically.

After being pulled to the maximum, the bow rope rebounds and the accumulated potential energy is released instantly.

The bicycle flew over Liu Zheng's head and into the distance like an arrow.

"Depend on!"

Now he had no choice.

Liu Zheng gritted his teeth, unscrewed the bottle cap and poured it into his mouth.

Streams of thick liquid with a peculiar smell entered his mouth, flowed down his esophagus and stomach to his anus and rectum.

Then, with lightning speed, bright blue flames burst out from his anus.

Liu Zheng's body also rushed forward uncontrollably, like a racing car with failed brakes.

"Gan!"

His hard hoof nails left two long black marks on the concrete floor.

The tail flame he emitted became the most brilliant color on the street.

Liu Zheng has a friend who had a big mole at a young age because he loved spicy food.

Finally, because of the continuous bleeding in the stool, I had to go to the hospital to have a hemorrhoidectomy.

It was nothing when the cutting was done, but a week later, Liu Zheng, no, Liu Zheng’s friends realized that “piercing the butt with a knife” was not just an allegorical saying.

Liu Zheng's current feelings are much more profound than when he had the hemorrhoid surgery.

The burning pain of hemorrhoidectomy is just an adjective.

And now his Piyanzi is really on fire!

In the pain of ascension and the exhilaration of flying, Liu Zheng rushed several hundred meters in a few seconds and slid past the postman who had just landed.

"Eat my fart from behind~"

He laughed and wiggled his hips toward the mailman.

The more than one-meter-long tail flame swept across the bicycle, turning most of the body black, and even the work gloves were covered with black ash.

“Ding-ling-ling!!!”

The postman honked his horn and pedaled frantically, chasing after Liu Zheng.

"Hahahaha!"

Looking at its miserable appearance, Liu Zheng felt that his butt wasn't that burning anymore.

I have to say that the prop race is indeed much more interesting than the speed race.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot to eat the props."

He turned around suddenly and twisted his hips to change direction.

The blue tail flame spit out a few more times and then went out.

Then with the final bit of momentum, Liu Zheng clenched his gluteus maximus and smashed the treasure chest.

A large magnet appeared in his hand.

"Fuck, what a waste."

Liu Zheng was a little unhappy.

According to real-life experience, this magnet is used by the lagging car to attract the car in front to accelerate.

But he is the one in the lead now, so naturally no one can take advantage of him.

He tried to use the magnet on the lamppost in front of him, but it didn't work.

Of course Liu Zheng would not fall behind on purpose in order to use this item, so he could only pretend that he had missed a treasure chest.

He couldn't help but turn his head and look, and saw the postman holding a metal shield.

"Ha ha!"

He was happy.

The function of that shield seems to be that after use, it can protect you from the opponent's attack for a period of time.

But he didn't have any offensive props in his hand, so the postman also wasted a prop.

The postman also realized this and rang the bell several times.

"No wonder your bell broke. If you keep pressing it, even the titanium one won't be big enough for you."

Liu Zheng couldn't help but complain.

As if he thought what he said made sense, the postman stopped ringing the bell and pedaled his bike hard.

Although Liu Zheng had just taken a big lead by using NO gasoline, he still had to run on his own, which consumed a lot of his energy.

The postman is slingshotted and does not need to move himself, so he saves a lot of physical energy.

So with its sudden rush, the distance between the two people gradually shortened.

“It’s good to have wheels.”

Liu Zheng couldn't help but sigh when he heard the sound of tires rubbing against each other getting closer.

I wonder if he will continue to mutate like this and one day develop three pairs of wheels.

Then install two pairs of metal ones, making five pairs of road wheels, and you can pretend to be a tank.

While he was thinking wildly, he also accelerated forward.

If your stamina is gone, it's gone. The most important thing is to get more props.

There was another row of treasure chests, and Liu Zheng bumped into the nearest one.

A yellow banana appeared in his hand.

"Hey, it's not a banana peel."

Forget it, bananas are also good and can replenish some energy.

He peeled the banana in no time and swallowed the whole banana.

Then he held the banana peel and gave the postman a wicked smile.

"jingle!"

The postman slammed on the brakes and looked at him warily.

"I lost it!"

Liu was about to throw the banana peel, and the postman quickly turned the car around.

"Hehe, I lied to you."

He smirked and continued running forward.