Marvel's Chinese Superhero System

"Come with me quickly, go to the changing room and put on the racing driver's uniform." Gao Han pulled him towards the track and walked quickly, saying: "Put on this hood, don't let anyone find out that the driver has changed. This matter Only insiders know, from now on your name is Marvin.”

As Gao Han said, he stuffed a white sweat-proof headgear for racing cars into Qin Shou's hands. It looked like he had just bought it, and the packaging hadn't been opened yet.

This thing is usually chosen to be worn or not according to the driver's personal habits. Obviously, the poor driver named Marvin did not have this habit.

"Then I can't even win the top three." Qin Shou thought for a while. After all, the top three will be on the podium, and it is inevitable to take off the headgear at that time.

"You've had a great time. If you want to be on the podium, you don't have to worry about affecting the driver's performance. That guy named Marvin has never been in the top ten." Gao Han said with some complaints in his tone, paused and continued: "I guess he will this time. This is his best performance ever.”

Qin Shou didn't say anything more when he heard the words. After all, it was already certain that this competition would not be completed, and it was not that important whether he won the podium or not.

Now I just hope that the one called Whip Lock will show up later so that Qin Shou can run more laps.

Not long after, Qin Shou changed into the driver's uniform and came to the station, and looked at the racing car that was being inspected.The car is mainly black, with a little yellow, and the driver's uniform is the same color.

Qin Shou smiled slightly, he liked this color.

Then the manager of the team introduced Qin Shou to Qin Shou on how to operate the vehicle and the functions of the buttons on the steering wheel.

As for the original driver Ma Wen, Qin Shou didn't see him at all, he probably went out for a drink.

After all, it is not easy to buy an F1 driver with money, because drivers who can drive professional F1 are basically from the second generation of wealth.

The one named Marvin might just barely compromise more.

"Remember, don't be aggressive when you get on the track. Safety is the most important thing." The team director reminded him again, but Qin Shou saw his beard trembling, and probably was on the verge of anger.

But the next moment, he seemed to be suddenly discouraged and said: "As for the ranking, let him go, that's it anyway."

Qin Shou adjusted his gloves, looked at the team manager and smiled and said, "Actually, your team is quite good, but the driver is too bad. Maybe this time will be your best ever."

Although Qin Shou already knew the result of the race, he still comforted the old man who had been racing for half his life.

Then Qin Shou stopped talking, picked up the steering wheel and sat in the racing car, looking at the buttons on the steering wheel, Qin Shou had already firmly remembered their functions in his mind.

Boom buzz boom buzz

The roar of the engine on the track resounded through the sky, and the team's personnel were making final preparations for the racing car surrounding it.

Qin Shou looked at the other racing cars in front of him. It seemed that the skill of the one named Marvin was indeed a bit poor. He actually ranked in the twentieth place, which was the last place, an exclusive position for racing game players.

Just when Qin Shou was complaining in his heart, there was a sudden commotion in front of the track. Stark, wearing a blue driver's uniform, directly and openly grabbed a car. In fact, it cannot be said to be strong in a sense. After all, He paid for the car.

"The purpose of owning a racing car is of course racing, otherwise what would be the point of owning a racing car?" Stark thought clearly and said to the media surrounding him in circles.

But thinking about it carefully, there seems to be nothing wrong with what he said.

The poor original driver threw his helmet off in a rage and left.

It's quite arrogant to say that, after all, a helmet costs tens of thousands, and it can no longer be used once it is dropped. This guy waved his hand and wiped out more than a year's income for an ordinary family.

Qin Shou shook his head helplessly, and continued to concentrate on familiarizing himself with his vehicle, ignoring those messy things for the time being.

After a while, the car's final adjustments were completed, and the technician unplugged the data cable connecting the car and left the track.

Twenty beasts roared on the track, as if they couldn't wait any longer. As soon as the time came, they would burst out with their accumulated energy and fly out.

beep, beep, beep

All the red traffic lights lit up, and a shocking mechanical roar erupted all at once. Twenty racing cars seemed to suddenly fly out, like an electric switch.

Qin Shou couldn't help but get excited for a moment, adrenaline kept pumping into his heart, but his brain was as calm as ice. Sensibility and rationality collided to the extreme. He tried his best to collect all the information he could get, and then made the most accurate decision. Decide.

Although he has not yet formed the same muscle memory as other drivers, with his reaction speed far beyond ordinary people and his strong control over his body, he is still faster than everyone else.

However, Qin Shou did not overtake at the beginning. After all, the speed did not increase at that time, and overtaking rashly was too dangerous and accidents were likely to occur. Even if Qin Shou could react, he still had to consider other people.

After half a lap, Qin Shou seriously began to overtake one car after another. Every time he could find the perfect route. Although he had not received systematic tactical training, every operation and every step he made seemed to be natural.

After another half lap, Qin Shou jumped directly from th to sixth, which inevitably attracted the attention of the audience and commentators.

"Jerry, am I wrong, or is there something wrong with the system? Marvin from Lei Xun Racing Team went from the th consecutive overtaking position to the sixth place in just one lap."

"No, Tom, I think you read it right. Lei Xun Racing Team, which has always had average or even poor results, is likely to be upset this year. Now it depends on whether he can continue to maintain his advantage. After all, this is a -year-old team. No one can guarantee that something will happen during a ten-kilometer long run."

Jerry continued: "Let us turn our attention to Mr. Stark. He currently maintains the eighth position. My God, this is really incredible for a driver who is driving for the first time. After all, Guang Ji It’s not easy to hold the buttons on the steering wheel. It seems that Mr. Stark lives up to his reputation as a genius."

"It seems that this year's competition is interesting. Jerry, wow, what happened just now? Marvin went from first to first in the blink of an eye. Oh my god, he is now having a fierce battle with the second Gul'dan. Competition, it seems that Gul'dan is not willing to give away the first place."

Just as Tom was explaining excitedly, Jerry on the side suddenly interrupted him: "Wait, there seems to be something going on on our track. A staff member suddenly crossed the fence and came to the track. God, what is he going to do? Have you taken too many drugs?”

Anton Vanke walked on the track swaggeringly, turning a blind eye to the speeding cars, and then saw him reaching out and tearing off the clothes on his chest.

Two long whips surging with electricity slipped out of his hands and fell to the ground. At the same time, the clothes on his body burned, revealing the crude armor underneath.

And on the chest, there is a reactor that is almost identical to Stark's

To be continued