Every city had its own form of entertainment. For example, the citizens of Gotham wore various costumes and walked up and down the streets at night. If they were lucky, they could experience the feeling of being a hero. If they were unlucky, they would be beaten up or even earlier. Of course, those who dared to go out at night, except for those who had amazing skills, were mostly unlucky.
On the other hand, the entertainment of the people of New York was much simpler. They would go to bars at night and do things that they liked with big-ass chicks. The wilder ones would even take drugs and experience the feeling of floating in the air. The last group of wilder ones were fond of violent activities, such as the underground boxing arenas scattered all over New York, and the drag races that were held on every street until midnight.
Drag racing was a sport for young people. Every time the tires rubbed against the ground at top speed and turned a corner, the adrenaline would soar. Especially when the speed reached a certain limit, people would often feel that all the pressure had been released. Some scientists said that this extreme sport was actually the embodiment of human self-destruction, but more often than not, it was actually just a form of entertainment.
Well, it was an extremely dangerous form of entertainment.
In Hamlet, a place with terrible security because it was close to Hell's Kitchen, there was a drag race tonight. Although this kind of event was said to be held every day, there were especially many people who came to support it, almost three times the usual number! Both sides of the abandoned road were almost full of people.
These young people of course did not come here to have fun. They gathered together to bid farewell to the king of drag racing in New York.
Tonight, the king of drag racing was about to come to an end.
"Robbie! Don't go! "
A few black men with gold chains blocked the path of a young white man. Their faces were full of anxiety and a kind of reluctance. They surrounded the young man and whispered, "Kingpin is waiting for you.
"Kingpin's men are waiting for you to appear. Don't go. We've already prepared a ship. We're leaving New York now!"
A black man with a mohawk said to the young man who had his head lowered, "Your uncle is already … You don't have to fight with him."
"If I leave … what will happen to them?"
The young man lowered his head and tidied up his black racing suit. He tightened the gloves on his wrists. There was a slender white square logo on his black racing suit. It was the unique logo of this young man. He raised his head, revealing his shy face. He had short black hair, black eyes, and a small mustache. He looked like a movie star instead of a kid born in a mafia family.
He reached out and patted the black man on the shoulder.
"They're all waiting for Robbie Reyes's curtain call. Everyone knows that my family was destroyed by Kingpin, but so what? They still came. If they dare to stand opposite Kingpin, what am I afraid of?"
"It's better that Uncle is dead."
Robbie reached out and took the helmet from the black man. He put the black helmet with his name on it on his head and said in a muffled voice:
"This way, my brother and I will have nothing to worry about."
After saying that, he strode out. The moment he stepped out of the garage, he was drowned out by the crazy roars.
"Robbie! Robbie! "
Everyone waved their hands fanatically and shouted the name of the Drag Racing King who dominated the East Coast. Everyone knew that Kingpin, the mafia emperor of New York, had issued a warrant for the Reyes Family. In other words, Robbie Reyes could be killed by Kingpin's gunmen at any time, but he still came to finish his last race.
His fearless spirit alone was enough to make these young people worship him crazily.
Robbie walked to the front of his black muscle car, opened the door, waved to the people on the roadside, and shouted,
"I might die tonight!"
Everyone who heard this voice quieted down. The next moment, Robbie Reyes raised his fist high, "But I won't admit defeat until he breaks my last bone!"
"Roar!"
The roars were even crazier than before. It was as if the ground was collapsing and the mountains were collapsing. It turned this private competition venue into a real F1 racing venue. Robbie laughed and got into the car. He glanced at the boy sitting in the back through the rearview mirror. The boy had the same eyes and hair as him. He reached out and took off a silver bracelet with a devil's head engraved on it and threw it to the boy in the back seat. He reached out and started the car. As the engine vibrated, he said in a low voice:
"Gabe, are you afraid?"
The boy, who looked 15 or 16 years old, shook his head and wrapped his brother's bracelet around his arm. He held a schoolbag in his arms and whispered, "I'm not afraid of Kingpin.
"I'm not afraid of Kingpin, brother, but is uncle really dead?"
Robbie turned his head and wiped the boy's face. He whispered, "He's dead. We're the only ones left in the Reyes family. Don't cry. Be strong in the future."
He took a deep breath and put his hands on the steering wheel. He turned his head and looked at both sides. There were five cars. The other four were filled with malicious guys. From the tattoos on their bodies, it could be seen that these guys were hired by Kingpin. The cruel mafia emperor had made up his mind to get rid of the last bloodline of the Reyes family.
And this race was the last place where they would make their move.
Robbie ignored the obscene gestures of the other drivers. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the road in front of him. A scantily clad racing girl waved a red flag and walked to the front of the five cars. She glanced at the drivers of the other four cars with disdain and blew a kiss to Robbie enthusiastically. The racing girl usually did not speak, but this time, the famous girl in New York's underworld made an exception for Robbie.
"Idiots want to kill you on the race track! Robbie, let them see, let Kingpin see whose territory this is! "
After that, in the deafening roar of the surrounding crowd, the woman suddenly waved the red flag in her hand. The next moment, the five cars flew out like wild horses. In the crazy friction between the ground and the tires, they flew out like sharp arrows leaving the bowstring. In an instant, the revelers were left behind.
This racing competition was destined to be a legend. From the very beginning, the five racers had pushed their speeds to the limit and started a crazy battle. The black car approached Robbie, who was at the front. The driver laughed wildly and raised his pistol.
"I'll take your head!"
The guy was about to pull the trigger, but Robbie's steering wheel swung wildly to the left. The next moment, the muscle car that had been modified countless times hit the side of the black car like a wild beast. The car was caught off guard and was sent flying a few meters away. In such a complicated road, losing one's sense of direction was fatal. In less than two seconds, the black car collided with another car that rushed up from behind.
Boom!
Two dazzling fireballs lit up in the darkness. Robbie stretched out his hand and pointed his middle finger to the back.
"F * ck you! Kingpin's bastards! Come on! Let's see who kills who! "
Bang!
Before he finished speaking, his car was hit from the back. Gabe, who did not sit firmly in the back seat, fell into the car. With Kingpin's power in the underworld, the drivers he found were certainly not ordinary. The remaining two guys were experienced. One hit from the back, and the other quickly accelerated through Robbie's car. The specially modified car slammed on the brakes from the front and back, forcing Robbie to slow down.
The car behind Robbie also appeared behind him at this moment. Behind the window was a pistol with the safety turned off.
Bang bang bang!
Three bullets passed through the muzzle and shattered the glass of Robbie's car. However, it also forced the racing king of New York to slam on the brakes. The car rubbed against the ground crazily and stopped in place.
Robbie Reyes gasped for air. Blood was dripping from his left hand. His skin had been grazed by a bullet. His brother, Gabe, was so nervous that his face was pale. The two cars in front of him swayed elegantly and pointed their headlights at Robbie. The driver in the headgear made a throat-slitting gesture at Robbie. It was an arrogant and cruel move.
Vroom! Vroom!
1v2. The engines of the three cars roared like wild beasts at this moment. Robbie breathed a sigh of relief. He reached out to turn on the radio and gave his brother a difficult smile.
"Do you remember who I admire the most?"
Gabe gasped and whispered, "Johnny Blaze, the racer who claimed to have conquered death."
"Yes, I'm going to take you out of this city tonight."
Robbie put his fingers on the steering wheel again and whispered, "Tonight, let's conquer death!"
Vroom!
Robbie stepped on the accelerator and pressed it all the way down. The two cars in front of him started at the same time. Robbie's car accelerated madly at a distance of less than two hundred meters. The car in front of him didn't slow down at all. For racers, this kind of collision represented a kind of determination, a determination to perish together. Both sides were clearly experts in this field. No one retreated.
Boom!
The corner of Robert's mouth curled up into a sinister smile. He pressed the button under the steering wheel. The next moment, the small nitrogen cylinder under the chassis opened. Blue flames spurted out from the bottom of the car and disappeared in less than half a second. However, the impact of the explosion lifted Robert's car up and smashed it against the glass of Seiber's car at an extremely fast speed.
The racer's eyes widened. There was actually this kind of maneuver.
Clang!
The tremendous kinetic energy smashed through the windshield in an instant, crushing the upper body of the driver. The wheels of the driver's body were stained with blood. Robert turned his head and swung his left hand fiercely. A double-headed spear with a short handle and a chain was thrown out by him. It flew over the broken windshield and pierced into the carriage on the right side.
Bang!
Robbie's car lost its balance in the air, flipped four times, and then slammed to the ground. All the windshields on the car were completely shattered at this moment. Behind him, the intact car stopped in the darkness. The last assassin found by Kingpin looked at the spear pierced through his heart. He breathed desperately, but in the end, he could only lower his head in fear.
Robbie was a gangster from a young age. How could he be simple? Robbie's hidden trump card had saved his and his brother's life in the end.
Cough! Cough!
Robbie Reyes, who was covered in blood, coughed twice. He turned his head to look at his brother. To his despair, he found that Gabe had fainted from the impact. His left leg was stuck in the seat, twisted at an abnormal angle. Blood soaked his trousers.
"Gabe! Gabe! Hold on! "
Clutching the wound on his chest, Robbie struggled to start the car. However, the moment he entered the track, an old cowboy wearing a cowboy hat and jeans suddenly appeared in front of him. The old cowboy looked like he was from the last century. He stood straight in the middle of the road, watching Robbie and his muscle car speeding toward him. He had no intention of dodging at all.
"Get out of my way! Bastard! "
Robbie shouted, but the old man ignored him. Instead, he looked at Robbie strangely. Robbie gritted his teeth. Without slowing down, he crashed into the old man. Between his brother and a stranger, he chose his brother without hesitation.
However, the moment the speeding muscle car was about to hit the old man, the old man reached out his black-gloved hand and slammed it on the hood of Robbie's car. In an instant, the speeding muscle car was forced to stop. The back of the car bounced up from the impact and smashed onto the ground.
Carter Slade took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth. A wisp of Hellfire appeared in the darkness and lit the cigarette for him. He slowly walked to Robbie, who was about to faint. The spurs on his riding boots clicked against the ground. The old Ghost Rider carefully sized up Robbie Reyes, who was in critical condition. He stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips.
"You're Robbie … Robbie Reyes, right? The king of racing in New York? Hehe, how ironic! "
He tilted his head and stared straight into Robbie's murderous eyes. He whispered, "Don't worry.
He whispered, "You're the noblest and wildest knight in the world. I can't imagine that I'll personally guide a second knight into this world while I'm still alive. It's a rare honor."
"F * ck you, old … bastard! What the f * ck … do you want to do? "
Robbie, who felt pain all over his body, raised his bloody left hand with great difficulty and threw it at Carter Slade. However, Carter easily caught it. Carter took a deep breath. A hint of impatience flashed across his eyes.
"That tone of yours, that look in your eyes, reminds me of a very annoying fellow. Tell me the truth. I'm here to step on the gas pedal for your ordinary life … "
"I don't need it!"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Becoming a knight is your destiny. A mysterious power brought me here and chose you."
Carter took out a black goatskin scroll from his waist, unfolded it, and gently wiped the blood on Robbie Reyes's fist on the complicated contract. A crimson flame lit up in the old knight's eyes. He didn't hide the gloating in his eyes.
"Ironically, you're the only one who doesn't have a veto in this matter."
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