Building a Gaming Empire From Scratch

Chapter 423: 407: Death from the Sky!

When the first group of sports cars in front had already started the battle, the cars at the end of the queue finally drove past the starting point.

In the end, this delayed time will be deducted from their scores.

At the end of the queue were Super Tomato and his team members.

Because of Super Tomato’s whimsical ideas, they gave up on “placing” from the start and decided to “put up a fantastic show”, so they didn’t mind being in the last of the queue.

At this point, the team had a total of 9 modified cars.

Four on the outer perimeter being sturdy defense vehicles with very thick armor, responsible for protection.

The four inner vehicles were all carrying huge speakers.

At the core was Super Tomato’s own ride, with speakers, a small stage, and a musician holding a modified guitar.

He wore a standard leather jacket with rivets, wild long hair, flashing lights on the small stage and flame nozzles, and even his modified guitar that could shoot fire!

He played wildly while screaming at the microphone in front of him——

“ROCK N’ ROLL~~~!!!”

All the speakers made a huge noise at the same time, the lights flickered, and flames spewed from the guitar and stage nozzles!

It was a chaotic mess.

As they crossed the starting point, Super Tomato didn’t forget to turn his head and look at Lincoln and Mavis, who had been waiting there.

Then he involuntarily rubbed his eyes.

Because he felt that he might have seen it wrong.

It seemed that Lincoln was heading to the back of the compartment, while the pink-haired little girl went into the——

Driving room?!

Lincoln, who was entering the compartment, stuck his head out and looked at Super Tomato’s band’s team, and couldn’t help but nod in admiration: “Not bad, Super Tomato!”

Under Mavis’s operation, the heavy truck finally entered the racetrack.

“Rock n’ roll, huh? Then let’s begin!”

At this point, most of the audience on the live streaming platform had more than one live stream open.

There were too many interesting things happening at the same time.

Many anchors left the suspense for the last few minutes.

Many even had to unveil the secret when the countdown reached one minute, like Yi.

Yi’s participation in the race with a helicopter really surprised the viewers, who exclaimed at the great idea.

At this time in the live streaming room, of course, Yi was not the only one using a helicopter.

However, most of the helicopters were not used for racing but for live streaming from above the race track, either by the anchors themselves or by hired pilots.

Of course, their aerial view would not be as comprehensive and well-angled as the Cloud Dream Official Live Room’s bird’s-eye view.

However, they had their own advantages, being able to track and livestream the parts of the race track and special players that the audience was interested in for a long time, something the official live room couldn’t conveniently do.

This also led to a large number of viewers having multiple live rooms open at the same time: one for their favorite anchor, one for the Cloud Dream Official, and one for a third-party perspective they were interested in.

Their eyes were almost too busy to keep up.

Among the many images, Lincoln’s appearance attracted the most attention, even more than Alex’s.

After all, the virtual world was Lincoln’s home ground, not Alex’s.

Under the incredulous gazes of all the viewers, Lincoln went into the compartment unhurriedly.

The little pink-haired girl named Mavis drove a huge truck on the racetrack, which was completely out of proportion to her size, speeding up constantly.

When she saw the camera turning, she even let go of the steering wheel to wave at the camera and greet everyone.

It was like a mischievous little girl at home who secretly drove her dad’s truck.

The huge contrast made everyone instinctively lean back and then couldn’t help but wonder:

“What on earth was Lincoln thinking? Why would he let a little girl drive?”

“Is he crazy? Are not they afraid of going off the track?”

“Too scary! The only thing more terrifying than a heavy truck driving too close to you is a heavy truck with a driver who doesn’t know how to drive and just blindly twists the steering wheel!”

“Well done! I’m letting my daughter drive the truck tomorrow!”

“Sure enough, it’s Lincoln! That’s correct! Who says little girls can only play with Barbie dolls? She can also drive an 80-ton heavy-duty truck on the road, crushing everything!”

The last viewer’s comment was spot-on, as Mavis had already rushed through the center of Super Tomato’s team, overtaking them.

The music team, Lincoln, and Mavis decided to let them off the hook.

But the rock band team of Super Tomato was in utter disarray, the rock singer stumbled, and his wild long hair drifted directly to the spewing flame nozzles…

“Woosh”

In an instant, his hair burst into intense flames!

“Holy shit! Holy shit, shit, shit!” The guy immediately jumped around frantically, trying to put out the fire by patting his hair.

But the fire didn’t go out. On the contrary, it seemed to grow stronger as it spread!

“Hahaha!” After overtaking them, Lincoln laughed heartily as he saw this embarrassing scene through the open rear door of his truck.

Super Tomato’s team looked incredulously at the truck as it overtook them with a speed that completely defied its weight, closing in on the car ahead.

The vehicles at the back of the race were mainly of the “heavy” type.

Some had too much armor, making their own weight so immense, while others had excessively exaggerated “weapons” that were too heavy.

This greatly slowed them down, making them the first targets for Mavis to catch up with.

They were then hit by the merciless truck, causing many of them to lose control on the spot and roll off the track. It stirred up screams, and no one knew how many lucky spectators were directly crushed to death.

Death Racing truly lived up to its name. Not only could the drivers die at any moment, but the spectators were also at risk!

Death could come out of nowhere!

Up ahead, Wu Di, whose gaming nickname was “I’m Really Called Wu Di,” glanced at his rearview mirror.

In the mirror, Lincoln’s heavy truck was getting closer and closer, unstoppable. One vehicle after another was hit, rolling out of control, revealing the thick steel baffle on the truck’s front.

After several collisions, the baffle had only a few tiny dents, showing an absurd level of hardness!

Left with no choice, Wu Di slammed his palm onto the big red button on the central control console.

“Squeak-”

A harsh metallic noise came from the back of the car, followed by-

“Bang!”

With a loud noise, the rear door of the car suddenly bulged outwards. The next moment, a solid iron ball the size of the car’s compartment, trailed by a long chain, smashed out.

The car behind was instantly out of luck!

The thick armor and sharp steel edges attempting to cut the enemy’s tires were utterly useless. The driver looked up only to see a huge iron ball falling from the sky, instantly flattening the entire driving room.

The driver’s last words were the standard two-word epitaph in the virtual world: “Holy shit!”

After crushing the driving room, the iron ball naturally didn’t stop. It rolled over the entire car with unstoppable momentum before ending up on the track.

An indentation was smashed into the track by the iron ball.

It didn’t end there. Wu Di began to forcefully turn the steering wheel, making the car sway violently on the track. The iron ball, driven by its sheer inertia, stretched the chain taut and began to roll chaotically left and right along the track.

The cars behind were all out of luck; if their weight was even slightly lacking, the iron ball would leave a massive dent when it struck!

Even if the car could withstand it, the driver couldn’t!

The tremendous impact left the drivers feeling dizzy, on the verge of vomiting blood, and struggling to hold onto the wheel.

An even worse chain of collisions happened right in front of Mavis.

Through the rearview mirror, Wu Di watched the tangled wreck of cars, sincerely hoping this “obstacle” could hinder Lincoln.

Unfortunately for him, there were also seven buttons on the central control panel in front of Mavis!

Seven buttons, seven colors!

Each color corresponded to a different function.

Mavis tried to press the red button but quickly realized her arm was too short to reach it…

“Hmph!” Mavis huffed, took off her shoe, then stepped on the red button with her foot.

Although her shoe was clean, the owner might need to use the car later!

As the red button was pressed, the front of the heavy truck began to change shape. The thick steel plate parted in the middle and began to fold on both sides, forming a sharp angle at the very center.

Next, the gap in the sharp angle was filled by an ejected sharp blade.

Finally, the front of the heavy truck transformed into a huge, nearly four-meter tall giant blade, gleaming coldly.

The next moment, the truck’s front collided with an abandoned car on the road.

In an instant, the blade sliced the car in half.

The two halves of the car were pushed to the sides by the sharp angle of the truck’s front, not causing any obstruction. It only delivered some “surprises” to the lucky spectators on both sides.

Then came the five cars tangled in a pile-up, with their dazed drivers barely regaining their senses before a giant blade came rushing towards them, instantly cutting through them all and moving on.

It was as if the layers upon layers of thick steel armor on the cars were made of paper!

Even the drivers who had watched the heavy truck pass by were lucky ones.

The unluckiest of them all looked up only to see a huge blade slicing everything in its path!

If Mavis were driving a normal car and could see him, she would have certainly avoided him.

If Mavis had been running in administrator mode right now, she would have been able to see all the players’ positions in real-time and would have avoided him as well.

Unfortunately, Mavis was in player mode, and she was driving a truck that was far too big for her size. Everything underneath the hood was a blind spot; she couldn’t see anything and didn’t even know what had happened after driving past.

So, the unlucky guy managed to leave only one standard epitaph before disappearing in a flash of light –

“Holy shit!”