Author: Shangyao Yuchen’s Home

An old, extended off-road vehicle was driving unsteadily on the wasteland, spewing black exhaust fumes.

Outside the car window is a barren, lonely, boundless desert.

Shen Ruoxue was lying on the car window in the back seat, her messy shawl white hair fluttering in the wind.

Sometimes she held her chin with one hand and looked at the dead trees on the roadside, the mutants foraging for food, and the dazzling sun - they decorated the end of civilization outside the window.

The white-haired girl just looked out the window, but didn't realize that she was also decorating another person's eyes - maybe sneaking into a dream.

The cute man is sitting in the back seat, another seat.

He stared at Shen Ruoxue and smiled naturally.

As soon as he sees this girl, the cute boy's mood jumps up.

It doesn't matter what dead trees, deformed trees, or annoying dazzling sunlight.

She was half-clad in the old black coat, letting the gritty wind blow over her white shoulders.

Shen Ruoxue turned her head, the blush at the corners of her eyes adding a hint of charm.

"What are you looking at!" She pouted slightly.

"I don't look at it."

The cute boy smiled and tried his best to turn his head away, but he still chased the girl with the corner of his eye.

He looked out the window casually, and what he saw was a big smiling face.

"I'm going!"

The cute boy was startled.

"Are you here to compete too?" The big smile looked a little crazy, "And you brought NPCs with you? How creative!"

ID [Everyone, please follow me to kill the enemy]

It turned out that Brother Zhu Jun was stepping on the roof of another car. No, there was a thick metal pole behind him, and he was just tied to it.

"Cute man, this way I won't fall!" Brother Zhu Jun patted the black walkie-talkie, "I'm such a genius!"

The radio in the extended-length off-road vehicle was buzzing, and soon Brother Zhu Jun's voice was heard.

"Hey, can you hear me? Hello? If you can hear me, please press the horn."

Beep! beep beep! beep beep beep!

The sound of car and motorcycle horns came from all directions.

"Contestants please arrive at the designated position!" Brother Zhu Jun shouted on the radio, "The first Wasteland Rally is about to begin!"

Ahead of the road, there was already a dense row of cars and motorcycles.

Don't ask how players with little money got it, it's not legal anyway.

"Do you know those people?" Shen Ruoxue asked.

The cute man nodded.

He was blinded by beauty, and now he clicked on the world channel on the game interface and discovered the competition rules above.

Brother Zhu Jun shouted on the radio: "The road conditions from here to the mutant lair are very bad. Please be careful not to crush too many mutants, otherwise we won't have enough mutant meat to eat!"

"You dare to eat the deformed ones?" Shen Ruofeng in the driver's seat stepped on the brakes, "Who are you?"

Brother Zhu Jun shouted excitedly on the radio: "Three, two, one!"

Brother Zhu Jun, who was tied to the roof of the car, fired into the air and emptied the entire magazine.

Bang bang bang!

The smoker sat in the passenger seat, rolled down the window and shouted: "Long live the Flying Potato Cult!"

"Long live the Flying Potato Cult!"

A shouting player also emerged from a car next to him.

"Long live the Flying Potato Cult!"

Players from all directions started shouting, one after another.

"Flying Potato God Cult?" Shen Ruofeng turned his head, "When was this gang established?"

"Now?" Smoker smiled with a double chin, "Drive quickly! Brother, you are blocking the road."

Shen Ruofeng looked at the rearview mirror. The people behind him were cursing, and some of them took out rifles and pointed at their car.

The old stretch off-road vehicle accelerates to start.

"Who are you?" He looked at the car in front of him. There was a man tied to the roof of the car and still dancing hard. He looked like a cyberpsychotic patient.

[Smoking backwards like a god]: Cute man, it’s your turn to show off. Hurry up, pretend to be a genius!

The cute man cleared his throat and said loudly:

"We are the people of the Flying Potato God, and we worship the incomparably great Flying Potato God!

He has a body like a giant potato, which symbolizes strength and tolerance; He has angel-like wings, which symbolizes freedom and justice; He has a ring on his head, which is a symbol of supreme divine power. Long live the Flying Potato God!"

After saying this, the cute man himself felt ashamed.

How did Potato Girl say such silly things? Because she was in a game, did she just let herself go?

"Are you kidding me?" Shen Ruoxue looked out the car window.

She had never seen such a scene: a large group of people laughing like crazy people, not caring about their own lives, crashing cars into each other at every turn, and even using guns to attack the wheels of the car in front of them in order to compete for ranking.

…

World Channel.

[Cute Man with Big Eyes]: There are NPCs in my car. I am not competing for ranking. Everyone, please pay attention.

[Player A]: Received.

【Player B】:Received.

【Player C】:Received.

…

"We defeated the Wild Wolf Gang. Mengnan killed the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang with his own hands." Yan Gui said with a smile.

Shen Ruoxue blurted out: "You are the group of lunatics stationed in the warehouse district? You cut down most of the green plum trees on Meizi Street, tortured half of the merchants who left, occupied public toilets and prevented people from entering, and broke into other people's homes in the middle of the night. Stealing in front of others and always playing music and dancing in the downtown area?"

"It should... be all of us," the cute man said.

There are some things that even though he didn't participate in, the lawless players really did it.

"Old sister!" Shen Ruofeng stopped his sister, "You have replaced the Wild Wolf Gang and occupied Plum Street, and there are so many of them. I just want to ask, what are you going to do in the future?"

"What should I do?" The cute man was asked and was confused.

"My brother means, how do you collect protection money?" Shen Ruoxue never thought that she would ride in a car with important gang members.

She continued: "When the Wild Wolf Gang was here, they collected protection fees as reasonably as possible based on the area and location of the business. This is a mathematical problem, sometimes quite complicated; few people in the entire Wild Wolf Gang have read , they even hired me for surveying on several occasions. In exchange, they treated the community where my home is located specially and rarely disturbed me.”

What are gang economics? Do gangs these days need culture?

The cute man complained secretly.

Players have caused considerable damage to Plum Street, but never thought of such a thing.

"We, the Flying Potato God Cult, are committed to liberating all mankind and will not charge protection fees," Mengnan explained. "What age are we in? We need to liberate productivity."

Brother Zhu Jun’s passionate voice came from the car radio:

"We can see that a rider on a motorcycle has a great victory. This place is full of potholes and it is difficult for cars to drive, but the small motorcycle riders are slightly ahead.

Someone was catching up! The contestant couldn't avoid it and hit a cactus, breaking it! He crashed! It's a shame, but this car that caught up redefined first place!

I think this driver should be a professional racing driver in a virtual reality game. He drove the car very flexibly and very imaginatively! There was a big hole in front of him, and he accelerated again! He flew up! The car was spinning in the air!

Look at his smiling face, so happy!
Chapter completed!