One minute before the game started, the Doug Cart Competition betting feature of the Storm Athletics app was turned off.

Han Leilei, with seven eyes, appeared above the arena again, continuing to use his strengths to stir up the atmosphere on the scene:

"Now, the first qualifier is about to begin. I believe everyone has already figured out the winners this time... But! What I want to say is that the situation in the arena is changing rapidly, everything is possible, and maybe unexpected situations may occur?"

"Jing said something nonsense." Shan Jing Qianchun stamped her feet impatiently: "How come the competition starts?"

"I think what he means is 'we may trade'." Qin Che provided the translation very thoughtfully.

Although Mammoth's victory in this game should be stable, there will definitely be variables in other betting items except for the winners and losses of this game, and the dealer will probably take the opportunity to make a small profit.

Betting projects such as "Where are any spectators killed by explosions during the game?" are too simple to operate.

Qin Che looked at the betting status of this project and most of the audience bet money on the option of "no one was killed by accident".

It seems that this time there should be several lucky spectators who were flew in the chariot fragments that flew in the game to collect their heads.

However, such things are irrelevant, as long as you are not the one you are involved in, there is no problem.

“…”

Thinking of this, Qin Che suddenly realized that he seemed to be erecting a dangerous flag.

He looked around and found that in the audience, he was the only one who was himself and Shan Jing Qianchun, and the danger aura suddenly became even stronger.

"Hey." He patted the maid on the shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Shan Jing Qianchun asked.

"Can you intercept the fragments that were blown into the audience?"

"Why did you suddenly ask this?" the maid was a little puzzled.

"Just say it's OK, if it doesn't work, I'll do it."

"It should be OK, as long as it's not too big." Shan Jing Qianhong replied.

"That depends on you."

Qin Che, who has its own forced dodge skill, can automatically avoid a fatal attack, is not so panicked now.

He leaned his body against the cold back of the chair and adjusted his muscles, evolving from the muscle-male form to the fat-house form, and felt immediately warmed up.

"ah."

The first time I saw the martial artist who adjusted his muscles, he immediately moved one square to the side, and a space appeared between the two: "It's too fat, I can't stand it."

"Discriminating against fat people, right?"

Having said that, Qin Che didn't mean to recover from a muscle-like man at this moment, he just leaned lazily on the chair and waited for the game to begin.

He was happy to enjoy this kind of competition for the first time. He waved his hand and called the sales robot and bought Coke and popcorn.

"Come on?" Qin Che shook the paper cup containing ice cola.

"I'm a robot now." Shan Jing Qianchun frowned.

"It's a pity that robots can't enjoy the delicious food." Qin Che sighed.

"Yes, if someone hadn't destroyed my body at the Dalton Hotel, I should have tasted it now." The maid glanced at him.

"Ha, we're still enemies at that time, right?"

Qin Che had no intention of apologizing: "And you later became that bird-like. Was it caused by Wallace? It has nothing to do with me!"

"Stop talking."

Shan Jingqianchun's brows were frowned in the shape of a Sichuan character, and his expression looked like he was constipated and was accumulating energy: "Putting together with that bullshit robber Wallace is the biggest stain in my life..."

boom!

The loud noise bursting in the arena interrupted the maid's words.

The two of them turned their eyes down at the same time, and they saw that the arena was already filled with smoke.

The first knockout match of the Doug Truck Competition kicked off.

While the heavy mammoth was still restarting the engine, the zombie motorcycle convoy had dispersed and surrounded the forklift man who had just turned into a human form.

Although these zombies with butts welded to the car are cruel, they are not fools. They are much smarter than serious zombies at first glance.

Instead of attacking the mammoth, they directly attacked the forklifter, intending to grab the soft persimmon first.

While riding a motorcycle to circumvent the forklifter, these zombies are even communicating in unknown languages, such as saying tactical instructions:

"Waibibibi, Waibibabu!"

“mogrrrrrrrr!”

“insta, instiaaaa!”

"What are they talking about?" Shan Jing Qianchun glanced at Qin Che in confusion.

"What do you think of me? I can't understand either."

"I thought you understood." The maid lowered her head in disappointment.

"I'm super, I'm not omnipotent, right?"

Before Qin Che finished speaking, two motorcycles had already rushed to the forklift man. The zombie waved the heat energy knife that flashed out of blue fire in her hands and slashed at the yellow human-shaped mecha.

"die!!!!" a zombie roared.

"Dad?" Shan Jingqianchun finally understood this time.

"What are you doing?" Qin Che, who just played her father, immediately responded.

Before the martial artist could speak, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed.

The thermal knife in the zombie's hand brought out the blue and white afterimage, and in an instant it hit the forklift man's head, and then... was taken down by the guy's shovel mouth.

The blade with a high temperature of 5,000 degrees fell on the shovel, but there was no trace left.

Before the zombie had time to run away, she was strangled by the steel big hand and lifted up with the motorcycle welded to her butt!

"What a great deal!" Shan Jing Qianchun exclaimed: "This is the real warrior."

With a click, the heads of the two zombies were crushed by the forklift man at the same time, and only two headless knights were left on the motorcycle.

"Okay!" Han Leilei shouted: "The first drop of blood appears, and the forklift man who took the first kill!"

As soon as these words came out, many people in the audience suddenly felt like they were lost and cursed and picked up their phones to check the amount of money they lost.

In the betting project "Who can get the first blood", most people chose the mighty and domineering mammoth, and few people paid attention to the unpretentious forklift people.

They had no idea that the cool-shaped mammoth not only did not get the first blood, but even pulled her big hips:

Buzz, Buzz...

The mammoth's power system seemed to have a problem. The zombie motorcycle team and the forklift man were fighting fiercely. It was still trying to start the motor, and thick white smoke came out from under the hood.

Seeing this scene, the audience who were still very excited before couldn't hold back and started to curse:

"Damn, is this the so-called strongest player?"

"Don't, my coffin is all on the Mammoth!"

“rnm, refund the money!”

Noting the anger in the audience, Han Leilei quickly came out to save the scene: "Everyone should be calm, the mammoth has just had a small malfunction for the time being. I believe it will be able to adjust it immediately!"

The mammoth was still trying to start, and the forklifter had already taken off the silver trident behind him, turned around in his hand, and swung his zombie on the bike.

Bang!

The zombie's stomach was blown straight by a trident. The lower body, which was welded on the motorcycle, continued to move forward with the car, but the upper body flew backwards, and the rotten intestines flew out of the broken abdominal cavity.

The forklift man inserted the trident on the ground, grabbed the zombie's intestines with his left hand, circled his arm several times, and then began to swing.

Looking at the zombie's spinning upper half of its body at high speed, Qin Che chewed the popcorn with a gasoline smell: "Can this be played as a meteor hammer?"

"It's a weapon master." Shan Jing Qianchun exclaimed: "It's very creative."

Another zombie who could not dodge was hit by her companion's body and immediately lost her balance and fell to the ground. The motorcycle continued to slide forward, rubbing a slender spark on the ground.

After witnessing the gorgeous tactics of the forklift man, the audience who were originally paying attention to the mammoth finally began to turn their attention to the robot with a shovel mouth:

"I'm super handsome, this one!"

"The mouth is so hard that it can actually handle the thermal energy knife."

"When you look carefully, you look quite handsome. You look a bit like a big star in the City of Steel. What's the name of the one who sings the wasteland folk song?"

"Old Dai."

"Yes, yes, it's Lao Dai!"

Looking at the black fluff on the forklift man's head, his tiny eyes and his mouth blocked by the shovel, many viewers recognized this guy as if he was the same as the wasteland folk singer Lao Dai, and they all began to get excited again:

"Come on, forklift man, fuck the zombies!"

"Old Dai, I am your fan!"

"Isn't this really the old Dai opened a small quotation to abuse food, right?"

"You're just a big fool, come on, Lao Dai!"

...

Seeing that the audience began to be excited again, Han Leilei smiled with relief: "The forklift player seems to be very strong, I haven't seen such a refreshing battle in a long time!"
Chapter completed!