182: Tanks are already invincible, why bother with rocket launchers?

Mike was furious at being ignored by Young Lord, but even so, he didn't act out.

He knew his place, understanding that the other party was Rust's friend, and this was Oregon State. No matter what, he wouldn't be so arrogant as to go too far here.

Meanwhile, on the mountaintop, Number One was surrounded, the machine gun still sweeping him, and there was no movement at the foot of the mountain.

Clearly, he seemed to have no choice but to either fight to the death and break through the encirclement, or be blown to bits by Number Eight's machine gun.

Boom~

He floored the accelerator and charged forward, but unfortunately, the other party seemed to have anticipated his intention and didn't give him a chance, instead ramming into him first.

Seeing this, Number One's driver's face completely darkened, and the hand gripping the steering wheel tightened involuntarily.

"fuck, if we're going to die, let's die together."

Those who can come out of Jidao Prison are proof that they have already put life and death out of their minds.

If it weren't for Rust, perhaps he would have died in some corner long ago, and certainly wouldn't have lived so freely for so many years.

Thinking of this, he pressed down hard on the accelerator, flooring it, and slammed fiercely into the black car in front.

"shit, the other party wants to take us all down."

"Number Eight, stop him!"

"NONONO, why me."

With a bang, he crashed directly into the door of Car Number Four, which instantly deformed. However, Number One's driver showed no intention of stopping.

He pushed Car Number Four directly off the cliff. The others, seeing that it was a done deal, could only silently pray for Number Four, hoping he had two lives.

It was at this time, before Number One could turn around, that Number Eight's machine gun riddled him with bullets.

At the foot of the mountain!

Everyone watched the scene on the big screen, feeling regret for Number One. As expected of someone from Jidao Prison, he even took someone down with him before he died.

"It's such a pity. There aren't many people who come out of Jidao Prison, and now he died so aggrievedly."

Yes, it was aggrieved. If it were a one-on-one, even if the other car had a machine gun, he could probably handle it with ease.

Unfortunately, this was not a one-on-one race, and there was no fairness to speak of.

It's like you're fighting someone, you're driving an off-road vehicle, and they're driving a tank.

On site, all the white cars were out, leaving only one tank. If any black car could slip past the tank, then the outcome would be decided.

"Rust only has one tank left. Do you think he can stop the remaining cars of Mike?"

"I think it's a bit unlikely. Although a tank can take out one car with one shot, it's slow to react and doesn't have the speed of a racing car. And Mike now has more than three or four cars left; there's always one that can get past the tank."

"Nice, that's great, doesn't that mean my chances of winning are even greater?"

"fuck, look at your pathetic self, you're so happy over just three million us dollars."

"fuck, when you're discussing this, can you stay away from Rust? Or why don't you look at his face right now?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone turned to look at Rust. Coincidentally, Rust was looking at them.

The moment their gazes met, everyone's expressions froze, and they lowered their heads in silence, not daring to meet Rust's eyes.

The atmosphere in the venue became completely silent. Young Lord, seeing this, had to admit that the deterrent power of status was displayed vividly at this moment.

At the same time!

On the mountaintop, the remaining black cars seemed to have agreed, lining up in a single file and quickly descending the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, under everyone's gaze, it wasn't long before the most thrilling scene appeared on the big screen.

The two sides finally met, and the tank's cannon was already in full readiness.

"Captain, it seems the other side isn't stupid; they're not coming down one by one for us to use as target practice."

"Haha, if we were just tanks, then of course, but unfortunately..."

"I can't wait to see the expressions on their faces; they must be wonderful."

As he spoke, with a dull bang, the tank suddenly shook, and a shell quickly flew towards the convoy.

One car in the middle seemed to have good luck, instantly turning into a fireball.

Watching his companion next to him being swallowed by flames, cold sweat couldn't help but break out on his forehead.

He really didn't understand why Mike would agree to let this thing participate in the race, but if he didn't understand now, he wouldn't have a chance to understand later.

The tank suddenly stopped, the hatch opened, and a soldier suddenly emerged, carrying a rocket launcher.

Everyone gasped in awe at this sight.

The remaining few drivers were even more dumbfounded. How the hell were they supposed to play now?

The tank was already heaven-defying; now you're not only cheating, but you're cheating twice.

The tank was already invincible; why would it need a rocket launcher?

"shit, they're not here to race; they're here for our lives."

Isn't that right? After all, on the entire Death Highway, only their black cars were left now.

Oh!

Except for the tank!

Car Number Two's driver listened to the voice coming from the communication channel and immediately reassured them, "Don't panic, no matter what, once we turn this corner, they won't be able to do anything to us."

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than the soldier with the rocket launcher on his shoulder fired the shell and retreated. Just as they were about to use this opportunity to quickly descend the mountain...

The next second!

The sound of a machine gun rang out. This time, it wasn't a rocket launcher that emerged, but a machine gun.

Dense bullets, like a tongue of fire, rushed towards them.

On such a narrow road, collisions were inevitable in order to dodge bullets.

What was even more fatal was that after the machine gun finished firing, the other side switched to a rocket launcher. Under the alternating attacks, only Car Number Two was left among the several black cars.

To have survived until now under such firepower was enough to prove the driver's excellent skills.

But that was all, because at this moment, his tail was already emitting black smoke, with the possibility of exploding at any time.

At the foot of the mountain!

The group of people watched the scene on the big screen, unconsciously holding their breath for Car Number Two.

"In this situation, it seems Rust is going to win."

"No, no, no, it's not the last moment yet, so we can't draw conclusions."

"Indeed. As the saying goes, opening champagne at halftime is a big taboo. Don't forget, Mike also has the opportunity to call a timeout now."

As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly realized.

Looking at the relaxed expression on Mike's face, it was no wonder he wasn't anxious about the current situation.

The facts were indeed as they had thought.

Mike suddenly spoke, "Rust, let's pause the race. We're one to one now. You still have a chance to call in one car, and I have two. Do you want to use them all at once, so we don't have to pause the race again later and waste time?"

Rust heard this and felt somewhat confused. This was Oregon State; could the other party really get a tank in a short amount of time?

After a moment of thought, he nodded and said, "Alright!"

With that, he turned to look at Young Lord, a smile playing on his lips, "Wang, want to play? You put in one car."

Young Lord heard this and was about to refuse.

After all, he was just here as a spectator; there was no need for him to participate.