181: Surrender and you'll lose 200%.

The tank sped along, but it was never a race car. They could only drive towards the mountaintop while waiting for the people above to come down.

They really didn't believe that the other party could pass them by, could they?

At the same time!

On the mountaintop!

The white car had another reduction in personnel; now only car Number One was left. Relatively speaking, the situation was not optimistic for him.

As car Number Eight caught up, the driver watched the machine gun on the opponent's hood suddenly turn, and his heart tightened involuntarily.

But his expression remained calm. Compared to Jidao Prison, this situation was not enough to make him panic.

He glanced at car Number Two next to him, and without hesitation, reached out and pressed a red button.

Boom~

Before the black car could react, with a whoosh, its speed suddenly surged, directly leaving car Number Two behind.

Looking at Number One, which was emitting blue flames from its tail, the driver of Number Two's face turned green.

"Fuck, that fast? Number Eight, what are you waiting for, take him out."

Just as he finished speaking, the sound of machine gun fire erupted.

Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat~

However, Number One disappeared directly from their sight, and the machine gun fired into empty air.

"Shit, don't think you're safe just because you shook us off. I don't believe you can fly directly from the mountaintop to the foot of the mountain."

"Don't give him a chance; if the tank catches up, we're all screwed."

Number Two heard this and somewhat suspected that Number Eight's brain had gone soft. Waiting for the tank to catch up? When they reached the mountaintop, they would still have to go down, and then they would still meet the tank.

While they were complaining, car Number One had already rounded a bend at the mountaintop finish line. Even though he was the first to reach the finish line, he didn't feel happy about it.

Because only reaching the foot of the mountain counted as a win.

However, he no longer cared about winning or losing, because with the tank as backup, his only concern now was how to survive safely.

He had originally saved the nitro for going downhill, but unfortunately, his teammates were too unreliable, all becoming airborne flyers.

"Fuck!"

Unable to think of a solution, he couldn't help but curse.

Just then, a roar sounded, and Number Two and Number Eight caught up.

As the three met, Number Eight was smarter this time. Seeing Number One's car, he immediately chose to open fire.

Tat-tat-tat-tat~

Bullets swept towards Number One like a chain of fire. Seeing this, Number One could no longer remain calm.

Because the other cars of the opponent had already appeared in front of him, blocking the downhill road.

The crowd at the foot of the mountain saw this scene and all felt it was a great pity.

Because if Number One could successfully pass Number Eight when going downhill, then the overall situation would basically be decided.

After all, there were tanks waiting below, so there was no need to worry about anything else.

Unfortunately, without the white car's obstruction, the other black cars were like wild horses, leading to the current situation.

Seeing the situation, Mike pondered for a moment, then turned to Rust and said, "Hey, Rust, what if I let him get down safely, and we call this round a draw?"

As if afraid Rust would misunderstand, he added, "Don't overthink it, I'm not afraid of you. Even if you have tanks as backup, you wouldn't think I have no preparations, would you? So, I'll let Number One go, how about a draw this time?"

Although he said that, he didn't believe that Rust would agree to his suggestion because of a driver from Jidao Prison.

The only thing that might make the other party hesitate was his subsequent words.

He had a backup plan!

Facts proved it to be true.

Rust fell into deep thought when he heard this, because he really didn't know what kind of tricks Mike had up his sleeve.

He could even think of installing machine guns on race cars; who knew if he might even have anti-tank landmines?

This was not an exaggeration; this guy was truly capable of doing it.

Wang Shaojun saw the two fall into a stalemate, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. This Mike guy was interesting.

This Rust guy obviously didn't understand Mike very well, or rather, Rust's mind wasn't quick enough; the other party was clearly scared.

If the other party really had a way to deal with tanks, why would he say such things?

Rust pondered for a moment. He truly didn't care about Number One's life or death. It was Mike's later words that made him unsure of what the other party was planning.

He looked up at the tank on the big screen. This thing had been brought out; if they couldn't win, it would be utterly disgraceful.

Then he turned to look at Wang Shaojun, who was standing next to him with a calm expression.

Noticing Rust's gaze, Wang Shaojun nodded subtly.

Seeing his action, Rust seemed to have made a decision. He turned to Mike, waved his hand, and saiddomineering: "A draw? Don't even think about it. If it weren't for me, Number One wouldn't be alive now. Sacrificing for me, that's a realization he should have had long ago.

Shit, I finally saw a glimmer of victory, and you want me to give up? The tanks have been deployed, and you're talking about a draw with me?

Can you even install anti-tank missiles on your car? Mike, how about this, my Eastern friend once told me that there's a rule in the East: surrender loses two hundred percent. How about you surrender?"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Shaojun, who was watching from the side, was instantly dumbfounded.

Dude, do you even hear what you're saying?

Surrender loses two hundred percent?

Besides, we've only known each other for two days, and this is only our second meeting.

I don't remember ever telling you that.

Surrendering and losing half is a thing, but surrendering and losing two hundred percent?

Are you sure that's surrendering?

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that his previous thought was a bit hasty. Who said Rust was stupid? This guy was smart.

On the other hand, Mike's face had darkened, not because of Rust's words, but because of Wang Shaojun's action just now.

Rust was already hesitating whether to agree to his suggestion; it was because the other party nodded that Rust decisively refused.

He glanced at Wang Shaojun with a grim face, "This Eastern friend, you're very good. I'll remember you."

He had already decided that when he went back, he would have people investigate the other party's identity, daring to interfere in his affairs with Rust.

He wanted to see how many lives the other party had.

Wang Shaojun felt inexplicable when he heard Mike's somewhat threatening words. Was he that overbearing?

However, he just shrugged, indicating he didn't care.

Although the other party was the governor's son, this wasn't his territory. Even if he took ten thousand steps back.

So what if the other party was the governor's son?

What? Are you going to call in the army to kill me?