Chapter 60 Speedy Speed

The duel site of the speed car is arranged in the city of Karas.

In the evening, under a huge neon skull, it was crowded with people. This is the entrance to an air passage. The whole road is about 20 kilometers long. When duel, you have to run back and forth. Regardless of the process and means, as long as you can reach the end alive, you are the winner.

In the crowd, several people shouted hoarsely: "The market is nine to one, and there is still the last half hour left. If you want to bet, hurry up... Although the profits of betting on 'zombie', 'crane' and 'dancer' is not much, the victory is stable, and the risk of betting on 'Satan's fist' is a little greater. But if you are sure, you will get rich overnight. It's a rare opportunity. There's not much time. Let's make a deal quickly.

These guys who are shouting are all members of the Workers' Association. Mireseyev has always been a thrifty person. As long as he is profitable, he is usually unwilling to let go of any such opportunities.

"500 yuan, bet 'Satan's fist' injured? OK, got it."

"You bet 'Satan's Fist' to die, 300 yuan."

Several bettors hurriedly took the audience's bets, all laughing. So far, the scattered bets on the periphery have basically been pressed on the famous zombies, cranes and dancers of the Workers' Association, and few people have won the famous Satan's fist. Mlieseyev had long expected such a scene, so he set a bet on injury and death to avoid a flow.

Several people squeezed out of the crowd and came up. The bald man slapped a gold card in front of a bettor and said rudely, "30 million."

"30 million?" The bettor was shocked and looked up at the visitor in a frenze.

Some people who were squeezed on the side were originally quite annoyed and were thinking about whether to teach these people a lesson, but they saw that the bald man was extremely burly and had a little hesitation in their hearts. At this time, when they saw that their mouth was 30 million, they turned off that little thought and knew that they had met a powerful role that they could not afford to be provoked. Hui Slid back to the side.

"What?" Tiemule stared and shouted, "Since you opened a gambling house, can't you stand these 30 million?"

Damn, are these guys eating too much to make me happy? The bettor rolled his eyes. The workers' association is rich. Of course, it is not that he can't stand the bet, but it is only the most peripheral market here. 10,000 to 20,000 yuan is a big bet. Generally, 50,000 yuan will not be paid here, not to mention such a large amount of 30 million. It is normal to directly contact the senior officials of the Workers' Association.

The slander returned to the belly, and the bettor did not dare to show any dissatisfaction. Even if he was from the Workers' Association, he could not afford to offend the tens of millions of people. He piled up a smile and asked, "Are you betting 'Satan's Fist' to be injured or to death?"

"Fal your mother's bullshit." Tie Mule roared, "Are you a fool who sends you money? I'm here to bet 'Satan's fist' to win.

"I bet 'Satan's Fist' to win?" Once again, the bettor was dumbfounded and tongue-tied.

The crowd on the side also suddenly coaxed. The person who still beat Satan's fist under such a power contrast is unlikely to be a fool, but a super idiot whose head was kicked by a donkey.

"Can't it?" Tie Muller ignored the reactions of others and raised his eyes again.

"Oi, of course." The bettor hurriedly said, "But this is a small market. I have to ask for instructions for such a large amount. Can you wait a moment?"

"Hurry up, my time is precious. It's hundreds of thousands of seconds, and I don't have much time to hang out with you." Tie Mule waved his hand with extraordinary vigor and said contemptuously, "The workers' association doesn't live up to its name. It's really boring to even take 30 million yuan on a market."

This kind of sarcastic bettor can only pretend not to hear it and pretend to be deaf and dumb to report the matter here by himself.

In the middle of the two skyscrapers, a large platform has been temporarily built. In this position, you can see most of the journey of this speed car duel. As for places that cannot be seen directly, there are camera equipment live on several large screens on the platform. At this moment, the time for duel is approaching, and many bigwigs of Karas City have come one after another. As the organizer of this event, Mliesiyev has already been waiting here, greeting everyone one by one with a smile. He has an intimate attitude. He looks like an old friend for many years, and he can't see that there has been disputes between them because of interests. Big and small fierce bloody conflicts.

Mresiev was surprised to receive the report from his subordinates. You know, even if these bigwigs on the platform are gambling that are concerned about their personal interests, they are all entertainment. Each bet is mostly one or two million, only about 10 million, and extremely few people bet 30 million at a time. See you.

Does anyone want to make trouble in this duel? Another uneasy mood appeared in Mireseyev's mind. Usually, in this kind of duel, no one will do anything, because once it is exposed, it will ruin its reputation and become the object of joint rejection and suppression. On the contrary, no one has ever raised such an idea. It is just by trying to improve the equipment of the duelifier as much as possible to enhance its comprehensive strength to win the process. Generally, it is quite fair.

However, nothing is absolute, and no one dares to conclude. There is absolutely no one who will not have such an idea. The main reason is that there is a lack of reliable means to hide the world and the sea. If there is really any way that can be implemented and it will certainly not be discovered, Miresiyev will be the first to take action.

Isn't there really anyone who has come up with any way to take the opportunity to make a big profit on themselves? Mlessyev considered this issue and speculated suspiciously about which side of the force it would be. In fact, this answer is not difficult to come up. The forces that have communicated with Di Changli are nothing more than Daxilina and Feng Qianlai. If there is really someone to do it, it is probably not one of the two.

If it's just one of them, Mireshiev doesn't worry much, but if the two work together to deal with himself, it will be a little bad. Mlysyev's face was gloomy, and he thought about it. What were he afraid of doing? In any case, can the arrogant boy surnamed Di really match his three generals, zombies, cranes and dancers? As long as you stare at yourself, no one can do it. If you don't do anything, you will definitely win or lose. If you really have a fluke and want to play something, you only need to expose it, but you can take the opportunity to completely defeat it.

Thinking of this, Miseliev was very sure and ordered his men, "It's only 30 million. No matter who they are, the next step."

"Who made 30 million bets so interested?" At this time, a man stepped onto the platform and laughed, "It seems that today's duel is very lively, and it's a good scene."

The man is quite short, only with the chin of three or four bodyguards behind him, but his appearance is extremely heroic and his eyebrows are stained with ink. When he stride forward, he looks forward to be full of power and majestic. Naturally, he brings out a strong and powerful spirit. No one dares to underestimate him. He is the leader of the Tongxing League.

At the same time, a beautiful woman also stepped on the platform, smiled without saying anything, and smiled, "I don't know who has such a big deal. Please ask Mr. Mireshiev to introduce it."

Seeing the two people coming in a row, Mireshiev's face was slightly stiff, and a trace of gloomy flashed in his eyes, but he turned back to normal. He smiled and said, "I'm also wondering. I don't know which friend thinks so highly of me, Mr. I'm really grateful for his enthusiastic support under this name, hehe."

Hearing that Miresiyev did not know the identity of the other party, Feng Qianlao and Dacilina were also quite surprised. Dacilina's beautiful eyes turned, charming and seductive, and smiled, "Mr. Miresiaev is very confident in today's duel. It seems that the 10 million I threw on Mr. Di has been wasted?"

Mresiyev will not be honest on this topic. He laughed and said, "Miss Dacilina's words are wrong. Before the duel is over, no one can decide whether to win or lose. I just have a little confidence in my own people."

turned his head and said to Feng Qianlai, "Old man, you only downloaded two million this time. This is not your style. Aren't you optimistic about your new friend?"

Feng Qianlao looked motionless and laughed and said, "Small gambling is pleasant, big gambling hurts my body. I just wanted to mean it. Since the old man is willing to play, I will add 10 million, so as not to spoil the old man's interest." To be honest, Feng Qianlai did not think that Di Changli was sure to win this speed car duel, so he only bet two million, but at this time, Mliesiyev clearly provoked, but he could not lose his momentum, which is called money to lose face.

Seeing that Feng Qianlao was forced to throw 10 million more in by himself, Mireshiev was secretly proud and smiled with a spring breeze on his face: "It's still the old man who understands my heart. Thank you for your understanding. Come and come here, please take a seat."

Dacilina picked up a telescope and looked under the skull, but saw that the people squeezed at the place of the bet were Tiemule, Fat Hauge, Elijah and others. She couldn't help but move, put down the telescope, looked back and smiled and said, "Mr. Mireseyev is very interested today, and of course I have to accompany him. I think Add another 10 million, I don't know if Miresiyev is willing to accept it?

The corners of Miresiev's eyes shrank and he was secretly surprised. He quickly thought about what Daxilina's intention was, but for a moment, but it was impossible to refuse. He had to laugh suspiciously and said, "Who dares refute this face of Miss Dacilina's request? Of course."

By ordering his men to go through the betting procedures, the fierce light flashed in his eyes and said to Bravkov: "Tell 'Zombie', 'Crane' and 'Dancer' that if you don't win this time, don't appear in front of me again. Also, keep an eye on me. If anything goes wrong in the duel, just disappear for me.

Although there are few people who win with Satan's fist, Dasarina has invested 20 million, plus the 12 million sealed and 30 million of unidentified figures, plus some piecemeal gambling money on dark horses, the total amount has also reached about 65 million. According to the huge gap of 9 to 1, in case of losing If so, you have to pay nearly 600 million. Although losing such a huge amount of cash is not enough to bankrupt Milesiev, it will also be very harmful to his vitality and must not be taken lightly.

Feeling the murderous spirit of Mireseyev, Bravkov was shocked and went away in horror.

The duel time is approaching, the bottom of the skull is emptied, and the duel sides begin to enter.

The first appeared as zombies, cranes and dancers as challengers.

Zombies and cranes are as their names say. The former has no blood on their faces, pale as paper, and their bodies are also tall and thin, like a bone shelf. The latter is extremely tall and strong, his neck is almost as thick as his head, his shoulders are as thick as a wall, and the muscles on his arms are as solid as iron. At a glance, he knows that he must be infinite strength.

The figure of the dancer is seriously inconsistent with the thought-provoking nickname. The woman's figure is not tall, and her body width and height are almost the same. Her whole body is full of fat, and she moves like a wave, like a big meat ball.

The three people have different appearances and have nothing in common. The only similarity is their eyes, all of which are sharp and violent, revealing a bloody and violent color. After entering, there was a burst of cheerful cheer in the crowd of onlookers, which is obviously the role arranged by the Workers' Association to render the atmosphere.

"Grandma, I'm going to spit out what I ate three days ago. Is this the kind of thing from the workers' association? Fuck, I don't have to compare with it. That fat woman can make people disgusted. Someone shouted strangely and suppressed all the voices around him. Needless to say, this brother is the president of Tiemule.

In conscience, this dancer's appearance was not ugly, but she was too fat and a little scary. Whether a woman is beautiful or ugly, whether her heart is good or evil or not, it is extremely ** for how others evaluate their appearance. Tie Mule's vicious words are undoubtedly stabbed in the heart. The dancer only trembling all over her body when she heard the sound. She suddenly turned her head to look at Tie Mule and roared in a shrills: "* Get out of here. I want pieces of your meat.

The iron president touched his bare forehead and said with a smile, "I just don't get out. What can you do?"

The dancer was so angry that she trembled and screamed angrily. She couldn't help jumping into the crowd to grab Tie Mule. The zombie shouted harshly at the right time: "The duel is about to take place. Don't impulsively miss the business. It's not too late to clean up that guy later. As long as he is still on the star of heaven, you won't be afraid of him flying to the sky. "

The dancer was woken up, suppressed her anger and stopped, staring at Tie Mule with great resentment: "Okay, it's so miscellaneous. You wait for me."

"It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous." Tie Mule patted his forehead exaggeratedly and saideuverfully, "If the fat woman really comes to Lao Tie and doesn't have to do it, my old iron will also be reimbursed for his nausea."

Several members of the Workers' Association sandwiched in the crowd squeezed over and glared at Tie Muller and said, "Friend, are you here on purpose?"

"Fuck, what's wrong with me?" Tiemule rolled up his sleeves and stared back viciously: "I have made a big bet on this duel. Can't I shout a few voices happily? If you are not convinced, you can compare with me.

Those people withered as soon as they heard it and were hesitant to exchange glances. Another member of the Workers' Association came over and whispered a few words to let them disperse. Everything waited until the duel was settled.

Seeing that the party members of the always fierce and domineering workers' association dispersed, and the iron president's appearance was powerful and manly, he was not an idle person. Several beautiful girls in the nearby crowd were moved, and their eyes were thrown over without money. The president of Tie is proud of this, but several partners on the side inevitably have some grievances. The fat man hummed and complained, "Anyway, it's everyone's money. Why don't you let me show this?"