olympian big player
282 - Chapter 281
282 - Chapter 281
Excellent hat: has good protection ability, all-around +1, sun protection +10, thermal insulation +10 (form 1/3) bound, can be transformed into (baseball cap, ** hat, helmet)
This is the reward given by 'task, to win 4/4 of the four major tennis championships'. Bu Zelu feels that safety is the priority, although he is also very confident.
At the same time, Bu Zelu is equipped with gloves again.
Ordinary gloves: have a slight protective effect, slightly increase the ability to operate, omnipotence +5 (three forms of 2-hour CD) (bound, can be transformed)
Inferior goggles with extremely weak protection (within a limited range) bound to transmogrify.
Poor quality bracers with extremely weak protection (within limits) Bound'
Other equipment is not enough, they are all limited to tennis. For example, tennis shoes and rackets are useless, but looking at Bu Zelu, there are quite a lot of general equipment.
As for the wristband, it has turned into a wristwatch on his hand. Although it looks like a wristwatch, Bu Zelu knows that he still wears a wristband.
When Bergen saw this situation, he could only ask a young lady to get in the car, sit in the back seat, start the motorcycle, and slowly follow.
With Bergen leading the way, apart from the parking street, we soon came to an industrial area. In Buzelu, it looks a bit like a warehouse logistics transshipment center, and there are many container trucks parked on the side of the road.
"Start from here, turn right at the third intersection, and go all the way to the train track in the suburbs. After passing the train track, go around the other way. When you get back here, whoever comes first wins. There are basically no forks in this road, and there are no forks on the road. There are also some cars at some intersections. Watching the double flash means execution, and the fire of the gasoline barrel means steering. Do you want to drive around first?" Bergen introduced to Bu Zelu.
"No, I'm talking about winning!" Bu Zelu was very confident.
'Snap of the Fingers - On! '
MD, Dad has so many equipment and skills, and even the system has a built-in GPS, he can't outrun you, you little scum.
Moreover, the two of them were also partying on the roadside, but there were other racing cars in front of them.
"We ran the whole course, a total of 3 miles." Bergen started the motorcycle and moved forward slowly with the pace of the race vehicles.
"OK!"
"Hey, bi*ch! 100 pounds!" The half-packed helmet behind Bergen suddenly shouted behind Bu Zelu.
Although Elsa had never touched it, she immediately understood what was going on when she saw the girl shaking the banknote in her hand.
Bu Zelu was surprised for a moment, but he still turned his head. He was rather embarrassed. He only had less than 20 pounds in change. He always brought cash when he went out with a card.
As a result, he saw a more daring scene. Elsa reached into her pocket and took out a few pounds directly from her chest.
"200!"
"OK!"
Bergen was very embarrassed. He was asking someone to do something, and he knew who was sitting behind Bu Zelu, but he couldn't say much now.
But Bu Zelu grinned, "Hold me tight, don't give it to me even if I die!"
The car in front finally started, but Bu Zelu can also see that these two should be playing a 1/4 mile acceleration race.
That is almost a 400-meter straight sprint race, and the distance from here to the intersection is exactly 400 meters.
What they have to run is a full 3 miles, which is about 5000 meters when converted.
It’s rare to see a motorcycle race, and some of the racing cars around me still look like they’re racing with someone else, but I don’t know if the bet will be with the woman behind them.
Racing is a sport that has always been full of passion, but can passion be left out by women?
Then the gang learned that the two men were going to run the full race, and there was a flurry of horns and whistles.
Elsa watched as the girl on the motorcycle next to her handed the money to the man in the middle who was waving the flag, and handed over the money without asking.
"Wow! £200 raise, women's war!"
Although Bu Zelu and Bergen didn't speak, they ran the entire distance in a motorcycle-guided mode, and those on the scene must have known that it was not as small a figure as 200 pounds.
The risk and the value are not equal. These people start at 500 yuan every time they run a drag race.
Bu Zelu tightened Elsa's arm again, feeling the softness behind her, turned her head and hit the helmet on the back, as Elsa tightened her arm again, the game was about to start.
There was no indicator light, only the flag wavers standing in the middle of the road. Bu Zelu also saw a few set off, waiting for the referee to wave the Mi Ziqi flag and then suddenly fell down.
The roar of the locomotive boomed directly, raised the head, and started on one wheel!
When the two motorcycles had gone away, the referee squatted down slowly.
The surge of adrenaline gave Bu Zelu a long-lost excitement. This is different from racing with Emma, which is just for fun, but this is a real competition.
Coupled with this kind of game with gray interest, it is even more exciting.
The distance of 400 meters passes in a flash, and the fuel is collected and turned sideways. It is impossible to brake at this speed. Only the fuel is collected in advance to allow the motorcycle to enter a period of taxiing time.
This is actually a kind of brake.
Perhaps it was because Elsa behind him was lighter. After turning the corner, Bu Zelu was already one parking space ahead. He originally started on the right side, and the first almost [-]-degree turn was on the right side. Turn around and gain an advantage instantly.
This is a highway, not a serious race track. There is nothing wrong with crossroads anywhere in the world.
But after all, it was the first time for this kind of competition. There were only street lights 100 meters apart on the road, and it was dark and bright. Bu Zelu didn't know how Bergen was, but he discovered the superiority of the equipment at this time.
Although this is an inferior goggle, it has a slight parallax adjustment function, plus an auxiliary dotted line guide ahead of the road.
Turning to the left, Bu Zelu also noticed that it was a false turn. In fact, for Bu Zelu, it was a high-speed corner and a slightly curved route.
Of course, he also saw a real gasoline barrel indicating before turning.
The people who organize the racing are also quite professional.
The industrial area is not afraid of complaints, and the roads extend in all directions, and at the same time it is very spacious. Even if the police came, these people would have run away and disappeared.
In addition, there are no pedestrians here at all, let alone cars entering and exiting, which means that the track is automatically cleared.
Really professional!
What is the concept of a motorcycle, that is, whoever releases the accelerator will be the grandson!
But from the corner of the corner, Bu Zelu still noticed Bergen behind him. Bergen's speed was not slow, and he was about 4 parking spaces behind him.
With a high level of concentration, it was also the first time for Bu Zelu to participate in such a race, not to mention that he was taking a person with him. To be honest, he really didn't let go of running, especially after entering the corner, Bu Zelu was more careful some.
Although it looks like a flat road, Bu Zelu is very worried with the unique sound of the sewer. The asphalt road is not scary, but these smooth iron products are scary.
His previous speed has reached 180/KM, and now it will drop to 150-160. After all, there are many false turns, but this is a motorcycle. It doesn’t feel like driving 120 in a car.
It feels like flying when driving a motorcycle at 80.
In addition to the industrial area, there is a flat straight road in front of it. This is a road out of the city. However, along with it, the street lights disappear, and only straight black shadows can be seen through the reflection of the moonlight.
The accelerator is bang, and the gear is set to the highest!
Bu Zelu had long since disappeared and there was still a soft feeling behind him. He could only open his eyes as wide as possible, and then looked at the road with the headlights of the motorcycle, for fear that a small rock would appear.
He is now back at 180 and is continuing to climb.
"what…………"
Bu Zelu didn't shout out, but he was startled. At this time, he knew that he was flying, yes, flying.
It wasn't that the car overturned, but passed a small slope, which happened to allow him to jump directly or the railroad track.
This is also thanks to the elementary riding skills. If he drives yours by himself, his mentality will be a little messed up at this time. After all, the black lights suddenly fly with people and cars.
It's no wonder if you don't get startled, his speed just now has exceeded 200.
As the mind is stable, the person is also stable. Control the center of gravity without panic, land, refuel, let the motorcycle slide for a while, raise the head again to refuel, and accelerate!
Elsa's screaming didn't stop, knowing that there was a large area of cars and headlights in front of her, and Bu Zelu saw that it was a small turntable surrounded by gasoline barrels.
Slow down, turn sideways, corner, speed up!
The cheers in my ears didn't sound very real, but soon the train arrived, but this time I looked at the road ahead and felt relieved.
I flew over the train track before, but this time I walked through a bridge tunnel or a small tunnel under the roadbed.
The roar of the bursting engine blew up the tunnel one after another, all the way away.
Returning to the industrial area again, although the scimitars are different, but with the assistance of street lights, Bu Zelu has gradually become bolder. The roads in the city are similar, and generally speaking, the trajectories of the two roads are parallel.
Although the straight lines are not parallel, some big corners are similar. This is the characteristic of the city, after all, it is not a track.
Of course, the most unique thing about urban tracks is a sudden narrowing of the road or a sharp right-angle corner.
With the car lights gradually lighting up in the distance, Bu Zelu took the time to look back, and Bergen had been pulled to a position of about 80-100 meters.
Getting closer and closer to the finish line, Bu Zelu didn't stop the fuel, knowing that he had passed the starting line, Bu Zelu slowly stopped the fuel and slowed down.
The distance of less than 3 meters is almost one after another, and the cars pass the finish line one after another. This is the engine, not running. The distance of 5 meters is only [-]-[-] seconds on the locomotive.
After a dazzling time, Bu Zelu and Bergen returned to the side of the road side by side.
At this time, a little brother took the banknotes and made a gentlemanly bow, and then handed 400 pounds to the lady behind Bu Zelu.
Bu Zelu patted Elsa, but at this moment she didn't dare to let go at all, and was still holding on to Bu Zelu's suit.
Yes, Bu Zelu took the money directly and kicked it into his pocket.
Instead, he took out a £20 tip from his pocket and handed it over.
The race was still going on, and Bu Zelu and Bergen returned to the place where a large number of cars had gathered before without a word.
(End of this chapter)
Excellent hat: has good protection ability, all-around +1, sun protection +10, thermal insulation +10 (form 1/3) bound, can be transformed into (baseball cap, ** hat, helmet)
This is the reward given by 'task, to win 4/4 of the four major tennis championships'. Bu Zelu feels that safety is the priority, although he is also very confident.
At the same time, Bu Zelu is equipped with gloves again.
Ordinary gloves: have a slight protective effect, slightly increase the ability to operate, omnipotence +5 (three forms of 2-hour CD) (bound, can be transformed)
Inferior goggles with extremely weak protection (within a limited range) bound to transmogrify.
Poor quality bracers with extremely weak protection (within limits) Bound'
Other equipment is not enough, they are all limited to tennis. For example, tennis shoes and rackets are useless, but looking at Bu Zelu, there are quite a lot of general equipment.
As for the wristband, it has turned into a wristwatch on his hand. Although it looks like a wristwatch, Bu Zelu knows that he still wears a wristband.
When Bergen saw this situation, he could only ask a young lady to get in the car, sit in the back seat, start the motorcycle, and slowly follow.
With Bergen leading the way, apart from the parking street, we soon came to an industrial area. In Buzelu, it looks a bit like a warehouse logistics transshipment center, and there are many container trucks parked on the side of the road.
"Start from here, turn right at the third intersection, and go all the way to the train track in the suburbs. After passing the train track, go around the other way. When you get back here, whoever comes first wins. There are basically no forks in this road, and there are no forks on the road. There are also some cars at some intersections. Watching the double flash means execution, and the fire of the gasoline barrel means steering. Do you want to drive around first?" Bergen introduced to Bu Zelu.
"No, I'm talking about winning!" Bu Zelu was very confident.
'Snap of the Fingers - On! '
MD, Dad has so many equipment and skills, and even the system has a built-in GPS, he can't outrun you, you little scum.
Moreover, the two of them were also partying on the roadside, but there were other racing cars in front of them.
"We ran the whole course, a total of 3 miles." Bergen started the motorcycle and moved forward slowly with the pace of the race vehicles.
"OK!"
"Hey, bi*ch! 100 pounds!" The half-packed helmet behind Bergen suddenly shouted behind Bu Zelu.
Although Elsa had never touched it, she immediately understood what was going on when she saw the girl shaking the banknote in her hand.
Bu Zelu was surprised for a moment, but he still turned his head. He was rather embarrassed. He only had less than 20 pounds in change. He always brought cash when he went out with a card.
As a result, he saw a more daring scene. Elsa reached into her pocket and took out a few pounds directly from her chest.
"200!"
"OK!"
Bergen was very embarrassed. He was asking someone to do something, and he knew who was sitting behind Bu Zelu, but he couldn't say much now.
But Bu Zelu grinned, "Hold me tight, don't give it to me even if I die!"
The car in front finally started, but Bu Zelu can also see that these two should be playing a 1/4 mile acceleration race.
That is almost a 400-meter straight sprint race, and the distance from here to the intersection is exactly 400 meters.
What they have to run is a full 3 miles, which is about 5000 meters when converted.
It’s rare to see a motorcycle race, and some of the racing cars around me still look like they’re racing with someone else, but I don’t know if the bet will be with the woman behind them.
Racing is a sport that has always been full of passion, but can passion be left out by women?
Then the gang learned that the two men were going to run the full race, and there was a flurry of horns and whistles.
Elsa watched as the girl on the motorcycle next to her handed the money to the man in the middle who was waving the flag, and handed over the money without asking.
"Wow! £200 raise, women's war!"
Although Bu Zelu and Bergen didn't speak, they ran the entire distance in a motorcycle-guided mode, and those on the scene must have known that it was not as small a figure as 200 pounds.
The risk and the value are not equal. These people start at 500 yuan every time they run a drag race.
Bu Zelu tightened Elsa's arm again, feeling the softness behind her, turned her head and hit the helmet on the back, as Elsa tightened her arm again, the game was about to start.
There was no indicator light, only the flag wavers standing in the middle of the road. Bu Zelu also saw a few set off, waiting for the referee to wave the Mi Ziqi flag and then suddenly fell down.
The roar of the locomotive boomed directly, raised the head, and started on one wheel!
When the two motorcycles had gone away, the referee squatted down slowly.
The surge of adrenaline gave Bu Zelu a long-lost excitement. This is different from racing with Emma, which is just for fun, but this is a real competition.
Coupled with this kind of game with gray interest, it is even more exciting.
The distance of 400 meters passes in a flash, and the fuel is collected and turned sideways. It is impossible to brake at this speed. Only the fuel is collected in advance to allow the motorcycle to enter a period of taxiing time.
This is actually a kind of brake.
Perhaps it was because Elsa behind him was lighter. After turning the corner, Bu Zelu was already one parking space ahead. He originally started on the right side, and the first almost [-]-degree turn was on the right side. Turn around and gain an advantage instantly.
This is a highway, not a serious race track. There is nothing wrong with crossroads anywhere in the world.
But after all, it was the first time for this kind of competition. There were only street lights 100 meters apart on the road, and it was dark and bright. Bu Zelu didn't know how Bergen was, but he discovered the superiority of the equipment at this time.
Although this is an inferior goggle, it has a slight parallax adjustment function, plus an auxiliary dotted line guide ahead of the road.
Turning to the left, Bu Zelu also noticed that it was a false turn. In fact, for Bu Zelu, it was a high-speed corner and a slightly curved route.
Of course, he also saw a real gasoline barrel indicating before turning.
The people who organize the racing are also quite professional.
The industrial area is not afraid of complaints, and the roads extend in all directions, and at the same time it is very spacious. Even if the police came, these people would have run away and disappeared.
In addition, there are no pedestrians here at all, let alone cars entering and exiting, which means that the track is automatically cleared.
Really professional!
What is the concept of a motorcycle, that is, whoever releases the accelerator will be the grandson!
But from the corner of the corner, Bu Zelu still noticed Bergen behind him. Bergen's speed was not slow, and he was about 4 parking spaces behind him.
With a high level of concentration, it was also the first time for Bu Zelu to participate in such a race, not to mention that he was taking a person with him. To be honest, he really didn't let go of running, especially after entering the corner, Bu Zelu was more careful some.
Although it looks like a flat road, Bu Zelu is very worried with the unique sound of the sewer. The asphalt road is not scary, but these smooth iron products are scary.
His previous speed has reached 180/KM, and now it will drop to 150-160. After all, there are many false turns, but this is a motorcycle. It doesn’t feel like driving 120 in a car.
It feels like flying when driving a motorcycle at 80.
In addition to the industrial area, there is a flat straight road in front of it. This is a road out of the city. However, along with it, the street lights disappear, and only straight black shadows can be seen through the reflection of the moonlight.
The accelerator is bang, and the gear is set to the highest!
Bu Zelu had long since disappeared and there was still a soft feeling behind him. He could only open his eyes as wide as possible, and then looked at the road with the headlights of the motorcycle, for fear that a small rock would appear.
He is now back at 180 and is continuing to climb.
"what…………"
Bu Zelu didn't shout out, but he was startled. At this time, he knew that he was flying, yes, flying.
It wasn't that the car overturned, but passed a small slope, which happened to allow him to jump directly or the railroad track.
This is also thanks to the elementary riding skills. If he drives yours by himself, his mentality will be a little messed up at this time. After all, the black lights suddenly fly with people and cars.
It's no wonder if you don't get startled, his speed just now has exceeded 200.
As the mind is stable, the person is also stable. Control the center of gravity without panic, land, refuel, let the motorcycle slide for a while, raise the head again to refuel, and accelerate!
Elsa's screaming didn't stop, knowing that there was a large area of cars and headlights in front of her, and Bu Zelu saw that it was a small turntable surrounded by gasoline barrels.
Slow down, turn sideways, corner, speed up!
The cheers in my ears didn't sound very real, but soon the train arrived, but this time I looked at the road ahead and felt relieved.
I flew over the train track before, but this time I walked through a bridge tunnel or a small tunnel under the roadbed.
The roar of the bursting engine blew up the tunnel one after another, all the way away.
Returning to the industrial area again, although the scimitars are different, but with the assistance of street lights, Bu Zelu has gradually become bolder. The roads in the city are similar, and generally speaking, the trajectories of the two roads are parallel.
Although the straight lines are not parallel, some big corners are similar. This is the characteristic of the city, after all, it is not a track.
Of course, the most unique thing about urban tracks is a sudden narrowing of the road or a sharp right-angle corner.
With the car lights gradually lighting up in the distance, Bu Zelu took the time to look back, and Bergen had been pulled to a position of about 80-100 meters.
Getting closer and closer to the finish line, Bu Zelu didn't stop the fuel, knowing that he had passed the starting line, Bu Zelu slowly stopped the fuel and slowed down.
The distance of less than 3 meters is almost one after another, and the cars pass the finish line one after another. This is the engine, not running. The distance of 5 meters is only [-]-[-] seconds on the locomotive.
After a dazzling time, Bu Zelu and Bergen returned to the side of the road side by side.
At this time, a little brother took the banknotes and made a gentlemanly bow, and then handed 400 pounds to the lady behind Bu Zelu.
Bu Zelu patted Elsa, but at this moment she didn't dare to let go at all, and was still holding on to Bu Zelu's suit.
Yes, Bu Zelu took the money directly and kicked it into his pocket.
Instead, he took out a £20 tip from his pocket and handed it over.
The race was still going on, and Bu Zelu and Bergen returned to the place where a large number of cars had gathered before without a word.
(End of this chapter)
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