olympian big player

Chapter 669
When passing the big straight, see the '-3' on the sign.

"Nimma, I'm third now, who else is in front of me?" Bu Zelu was stunned, and collapsed immediately after crossing the big straight.

Now there is no racing car in front of him, and the field of vision is very wide, which means that the opponent has surpassed him by at least half a lap.

"Someone didn't enter the station!" Bu Zelu immediately reacted.

Just passing Button, I felt very relaxed. No matter how McLaren used Mercedes' engine last year, it would not be so easy.

So there is only one explanation, Button is ready to die after the safety car.

This is also the conservative running method Bu Zelu had thought of at the beginning, using the slow car at the end of the race, coupled with other cars in close combat, to gain more advantages.

There is no way to rush!
At least see if I can come back in a position in Bo.

Bu Zelu's lap time was purple again, and now the team became curious. From the data panel, they saw that Button behind him was 10 seconds away from him.

This is an absolutely safe distance, and there are several slow cars sandwiched in the middle.

In one lap, Bu Zelu still couldn't see the car in front of him, but when he passed the big straight, he only saw his latest lap time.

"My mother, the car has become lighter, and the speed is so fast!" Bu Zelu knew that his fuel tank should be empty, so he traveled lightly.

The rest of the fuel was packed in the dimensional bag.

But now, he doesn't know who he is chasing.

After the purple lap time again, the team was also confused.

What Bu Zelu should be doing now is to bring the car back safely, not to compete for speed, and no points will be awarded for the fastest lap in a single game.

"No, this guy may be asking what rank he is in. Button just blocked in front of him and caused confusion in his ranking." Bayer was the first to react and quickly shouted in the team's internal TR.

"Quick, use the sign to tell him this is the last lap!" Toto Wolfe reacted quickly and shouted quickly.

The staff who just extended the sign will quickly take it back.

But when he was holding up the sign, Bu Zelu's racing car just rushed past.

"Nimma, who is in front of this? Rosberg? Weber?"

"Vettel has seen it before, he must be behind me!"

"What's going on with Barton!"

"I said you, and how many laps I have run now."

"Alucard, I'm not done with you!"

"Toto Wolfe, you wait for me, I will fight with you!"

"Bayer, you bastard, I'm going to run away from Sophia!"

Bu Zelu turned on the TR and yelled into the microphone frantically.

At this time, the team also saw Bu Zelu's communication indicator light, but they couldn't hear anything except the sound of electricity.

After scolding, Bu Zelu became even more depressed. He didn't dare to turn on the microphone anymore. The DRS was broken. It would be troublesome if it caused other electronic components to burn out.

Bu Zelu looked at the wide field of vision ahead, and gradually saw a mist rising in the distance. At this time, he was full of confidence.

Accelerating, accelerating, accelerating, he needs to win a position. Although he can't win the championship, if he can come to second place, he can widen the gap with Vettel.

After half a lap, Bu Zelu finally came to the big straight. Although there was no DRS, he could already see the water mist raised by the cars ahead.

Getting closer, getting into the water mist, Bu Zelu sprinted all the way while eating the opponent's water mist forcibly.

At this time, Bu Zelu's body invisibility technique appeared again on the big straight.

At the end of the big straight, Bu Zelu suddenly pulled his head and climbed his head, quickly cut into the inside lane to complete the overtaking.

"There is no blue light in front, so it should be second!" Bu Zelu glanced at the rear-view mirror, and the car behind him turned out to be a McLaren car again.

"MD, this should be Hamilton!" Bu Zelu muttered and started to hurry.

The Mercedes team has already started to celebrate, but suddenly a technician hurriedly shouted to everyone, "joye is still accelerating, he has set a new lap time for the first stage!"

This sound directly caught everyone's throat, because everyone had realized that Bu Zelu didn't seem to know that he had crossed the finish line.

"This kid seemed to have his sight blocked before he crossed the line!" Niki Lauda said hastily when he thought of the overtaking on the straight.

"Not good, inform him quickly! Damn it, where is Rosberg!" Toto Wolff was nervous, because the car needs to keep a liter of fuel for the random inspection of the race after the race.

If Bu Zelu didn't see the checkered flag, he might have to run an extra lap. The team has accurately calculated the fuel consumption of the car, so they wouldn't run an extra lap, because that is also the weight.

"Rosberg is at Turn 15, now in 8th place," the team said immediately.

"Hell!" Toto Wolff cursed, "Wait until he crosses the line, let him block his steps on the track, and tell him he's finished!"

Now it can only be like this. In fact, after Rosberg crossed the line, the Buze shoes still had to run an extra lap before being blocked.

All the cars that have not crossed the line still maintain their own speed, and no one slows down.

When Bu Zelu crossed the straight road again, he looked puzzled as to what was going on.

Why is Rosberg here?

Bu Zelu came to the end of the main straight and found that Rosberg's car was slowly moving around at the exit of the maintenance area.

The team had no choice but to notify Rosberg to stop the moment he crossed the line.

"Nico, slow down, slow down, don't run, joye doesn't know the race is over, block him before the pit exit."

Rosberg was stunned to hear the news, but he slowed down quickly and stopped the car almost on the buffer strip on the side of the road.

After waiting for about 1 minute, he saw a racing car galloping from the end of the big straight. Rosberg quickly started the car from the idle state.

Bu Zelu saw that Rosberg's car was excessively blocked in the braking zone before the first turn, and almost occupied the entire corner entry angle.

But you also have to slow down, brake hard, let the tires brake directly, and grind out a line of white smoke. Only then can you finally enter the corner, but at this time the speed of the car has dropped sharply from 290km/h to 50km/h. .

"I'm a mud horse, are you fucking sick?" Bu Zelu followed Rosberg's car and began to turn.

But at the next moment Rosberg's car slowed down again, from blocking in front of him, it began to slowly parallel, and gestured.

"What do you mean?" Bu Zelu couldn't pick up the speed now because of the heavy braking, but seeing Rosberg's packing seemed to require him to enter the maintenance area.

This is the exit of the maintenance area, let him in?
Seeing Bu Zelu's puzzled expression, Rosberg put the car in front of him again, then slowed down the car in front of the exit of the maintenance area, and let him in.

"What do you mean?" Bu Zelu didn't care so much and passed directly. However, after running for a while, he found that there seemed to be no cars on the road and no cars behind him.

Moreover, Rosberg was still chasing him, and while he was not walking on the traffic lane, he was clearly crushing the rubber particles outside the traffic lane.

"It can't be the end of the race!" Bu Zelu had completely slowed down this time, and watched Rosberg frantically gesturing and pointing to the exit of the maintenance area behind him.

The staff members of the track have already come to the side of the track together, waving their temperament, there are yellow flags, red flags, and blue flags.

"Damn, it's really over!" Bu Zelu finally came to his senses, but he has already reached Turn 5.

What should I do, after a lap, the fuel in the car is not enough for random inspection, or should I go back in retrograde now?

After thinking for a while, Bu Zelu simply drove the car to the buffer zone and greeted the staff on the sidelines.

"The race is over?" Bu Zelu opened the goggles and asked a staff member in a daze.

But the other party couldn't understand, so I quickly changed to Mandarin. You must know that Mandarin is also one of the main common languages ​​in Singapore.

"Yes, the race is over, the race is over, you are number one!" the staff said excitedly, Bu Zelu is the light of the Chinese.

Singapore is also one of the home games.

"Then what should I do, I go back?" Bu Zelu asked with a confused face.

"Wait a minute, let me ask!" the staff member said.

At this moment, Rosberg also parked the car not far away to pay attention to the pacing situation.

Simply, Bu Zelu stopped asking, turned off the engine, jumped out of the car, and ran over while gesturing to Rosberg in the distance.

Riding on Rosberg's racing car, this will ask Rosberg a few words. With a helmet on, he can hardly hear the words clearly.

Rosberg slowly drove the car back to the maintenance area with Bize shoes.

"Why is the race finished? Why didn't I see the checkered flag?" Bu Zelu asked Rosberg, who was getting off the car, looking at the cars on the roadside in the pit area.

"Why didn't you see the checkered flag?" Rosberg also asked curiously.

"I don't know, and I don't even know where I am, by the way, where are you!" Bu Zelu asked with a confused face, "By the way, don't lie to me, I threw this car on the road By the way, will it count as a forfeit?"

"I don't know where you are, anyway, you are in the front, let's talk about it after returning to the team." Rosberg was a little embarrassed, he knew he was ranked eighth.

You must know that he was ranked second in the qualifying round, but he was ranked eighth at the end of the game. This time, he even opened up the gap with Bu Zelu.

When he came to the maintenance area of ​​the team, before Bu Zelu could ask clearly, Bayer dragged him and asked him to go to the podium quickly.

He came to the second floor in a daze, and looked at Bayer curiously, "Why did you keep up, where am I?"

"First, first, okay? Otherwise, how could I come here? What the hell are you doing!" Bayer pushed him and felt that he was going to be weighed.

"I also want to ask what you are doing, what are you doing, can you hear me! My TR hears electric currents, are you deliberately messing with me!" Bu Zelu stood on the scale and turned his head Cursing at Bayer, he said, "Also, I didn't have DRS the whole time. Do you know that I was being overtaken crazily by that bastard Vettel, didn't you see it!"

(End of this chapter)