American comics: This guy is crazy

Saka, a planet that Gao Tianzun has managed for a long time.

It is dotted with tall buildings and looks like a modern city on earth.

This planet that hosts wandering races is inhabited by various exiled races and abides by the laws set by Gao Tianzun.

At the same time, Sakaar is a tourist planet that hosts various events all year round, attracting many tourists from cosmic civilizations.

Moreover, the prize money of various competitions is very high, attracting cosmic civilizations to compete, and it can also bring tourist economy.

Therefore, Gao Tianzun is considered a very wealthy businessman.

Of course, it is protected by the golden sign of the Elder of the Universe to avoid prying eyes from all parties.

After paying the registration fee, Allen and others moved to the studio specifically for the participating teams, which was equivalent to waiving the accommodation fee. It not only provided a rest bedroom, but also some basic tools needed for the tank.

The attendant asked with a professional smile: "Excuse me, are your team's chariots shipped through the port?"

Looking at the Guardians of the Galaxy and others, there is no transportation label for the tank, so I would like to remind you.

"Some things can no longer be hidden after all."

At this time, Allen held his forehead with one hand, put his other hand on his waist, and crossed his legs in a melancholy posture.

For a moment, everyone in the studio focused their attention on him, feeling confused as to what he was going to do again.

The main reason is that there is no chariot. If you have to sign up for the Racing Supreme Cup, will you have to rely on two legs to compete with others on four wheels?

"Sir, I don't understand what you mean?" the attendant asked awkwardly, complaining in his mind about how many dramas the other party had.

"Obviously, I'm a chariot."

Allen flipped up his hair and smiled evilly.

For a moment, the attendant was speechless.

Although the rules do not stipulate the style of the chariot, please don't lie with your eyes open.

Allen asked casually: "Can't I be a chariot?"

"Of course no problem, sir."

The attendant returned to smiling and had no intention of continuing to argue with the mental illness. After all, he had paid the registration fee and it was his business to be willing to chase the chariot with his legs.

As soon as the attendant left, Hela couldn't help but ask: "You are wasting money. There is not much savings in the team."

The transmission fee of 500 energy coins per person, plus the registration fee of 10,000, leaves a reserve fund of 10,000 energy coins, which is completely insufficient for daily expenses.

"To be honest, I have been hiding my identity when getting along with you, and now I confess."

As he spoke, Allen stopped talking and waited for someone to answer.

"Hidden identity?"

Ayesha looked gloomy and said: "Dad, is he really not my dad?"

"of course not."

Allen said proudly: "I am the Decepticon robot Megatron from the planet Cybertron."

"..."

Everyone is not blind, can it be more reasonable to make up an identity?

Forget it, no one cares about you even if you are a plastic bag.

"Decepticon transformation."

Under the gaze of all his teammates, Allen lay on the floor, the light rings in his hands bloomed with light, and instantly materialized into a domineering chariot.

Forehead…

I see.

No wonder he clamored to sign up when he heard that there were no restrictions on the form of the chariot. He had transformed himself into a chariot. How could a normal person think of such an exciting operation?

All the car doors were opened, and Allen couldn't wait to urge: "Everyone get in the car and take it for a test drive."

"Mom, come and sit in the driver's seat."

Hela got into the driver's seat and the rest of her teammates squeezed into the car.

Uxas, Thanos, Frank, Ayesha, Yondu, Vision, and Sanhua were all packed into the car.

Looking at the soft interior, I couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

"Hey..., don't touch it, I'm going to leak oil."

Allen's mean voice echoed in the car, and Yondu was so frightened that he retracted his hand and wiped it on himself with a very disgusted expression.

"Sister Kelp, hold the gear lever firmly, it's the one standing up next to your right hand, oh yo yo..., it will deform with such force..."

Hearing the disgusting words, Hela raised Mjolnir with a livid face and threatened, "Can you speak properly?"

Allen's face was reflected on the steering wheel, and he said shyly: "I want to add some flirting functions between people and cars to give users a better driving experience. It's all embodied energy, and it's not really my body."

"No need, if you make any weird noise again, I promise to shock you." Hela narrowed her eyes slightly in warning.

"Okay mom, I am an obedient and good boy."

After saying that, Allen's face sank, and then he said loudly: "Aunt Acker, the first shot, the first scene, mother and son in the car..."

boom!

Before he could finish his words, dense lightning filled the entire vehicle.

Hela is really not used to being mean-mouthed.

…

"The 365th session, the Racing Supreme Cup officially begins..."

On the rostrum, Gao Tianzun put on eye shadow and was full of energy to support the event.

Basically, Gao Tianzun announces the opening of Saka Star's famous event.

The spectators in the stands were excited and roared with excitement, looking forward to the exciting competition.

Racing Supreme Cup, also known as Death Racing.

In the past, the highest mortality rate was as high as 90%.

But the higher the death rate, the more excited the audience is to buy into it.

While mainly watching the event, many people place bets on who will be the first place. Once the bet is successful, there will be several times the bonus return rate.

"There are still many popular players in this event, including the former five-time champions. Of course, there are more than 20 players who have been hovering in the second and third places and are expected to become dark horses..."

As Gao Tianzun narrated, chariots landed on the track one after another.

Some spectators named famous popular tanks as the objects of their bets.

New tanks usually play the role of cannon fodder and are likely to die in the game after participating in one session.

A chariot wrapped in seven-colored streams of light is particularly eye-catching.

Other participating tanks have alloy bodies and are equipped with many weapons. However, the colorful tanks have no trace of weapons except that they look like cars.

"This colorful chariot comes from the Guardians of the Galaxy, a pure rookie team. Everyone can place bets on it, and it might be able to create miracles."

When Gao Tianzun introduced it, he did not forget to trick the audience into placing bets.

It's a pity that everyone is indifferent.

There is no point in looking cool, and he will probably be eliminated as soon as he leaves the safe zone.

The track does not seem to be very long, but it requires twenty laps to be completed, and the track is constantly changing during the process, simulating various environments to increase the difficulty.

The difference in number of laps is too large, providing a shortcut to catch up for players who have fallen too far behind, forcing a death race between players.

If there is no death embellishment in the event, it will gradually decline and no longer bring profits.

There is no doubt that Gao Tianzun is not willing to lose a money tree.

"Sister Kelp, I'm a little nervous."

Allen stuck out his head and met Hela's eyes.

The chariot only allowed one driver, so the goddess of death, who was physically terrifying, was naturally assigned to the battle.

"The Seven Lantern Corps are not afraid of anyone, so why should we be afraid of these ants?" Hela asked in confusion.

Allen said shyly: "I'm afraid that someone will hit my oil pipe."

"..."