latent syndrome.

Chapter 130 129. The Evil Brake Driver
The windshield wipers swayed on the hazy front windows, and the ripples of the water made the scene dreamlike.

"Ah ah ah..."

I couldn't tell if it was a moan of pain or joy, or it was like the wailing of a dying person. As the piston was pushed in, it hit the neck. Johnny's eyes were dull, and his mouth opened wider and wider.

Seven or eight 20CC syringes have been emptied in the co-pilot position.

His brain was completely empty, and the scene in front of him began to be in a trance, with noise and color patches appearing like a DVD card, and the hand holding the steering wheel became more and more exhausted.

Seven or eight people were waiting at the taxi stand 200 meters away, all holding umbrellas in one hand, and looking down at their phones.

The world of imagination begins to change.

As the liquid quickly flowed into the heart along the carotid artery, diffused throughout the body and converged to the spine, the warm psychedelic liquid soared upwards in his spine like a mercury gauge, reaching the brainstem, wrapping the entire cerebral cortex and beginning to seep into it.

At this moment, Johnny was completely sluggish, his hands were gradually separated from the steering wheel, his eyes were empty, and the scene in his eyes began to deform and change.

The car radio was blaring with poor reception, and a few seconds later there was disco music playing in the background, accompanied by a hoarse and enthusiastic radio host.

[Dear friends, for your entertainment. 】

【Welcome to the 9593rd Zombie Siege Racing Championship. 】

[It is my honor to introduce you to this one who has just returned to hell recently. 】

[Indiscriminate killer, Johnny Francesca. 】

Cheers broke out on the radio, and the LED screen of the car map suddenly became low-pixel, becoming the same bad pixels as arcade games in the last century. It began to display a blurry pixel picture of Johnny, but it was completely recognizable from the facial features and the scorpion tattoo on his neck. , he is grinning grinningly in the picture.

At the same time, the screen began to scroll, and the photos of the other fifteen contestants appeared. They were all blurry pixels, but all of them were grinning and vicious.

[The first one to reach the finish line will get 10000 points. 】

[In order, every lower one will reduce 2000 points. 】

[But it doesn't matter. 】

[Each zombie can get 100 points, and there are no other rules in this game. 】

[You can interfere or kill other players at will. 】

[Now let everyone bathe in the flames! 】

Scattered zombies with rotting faces and hunched heads appeared on the street, and the street became a race track with professional track direction signs, and a starting line composed of black and white squares appeared on the road in front of the car.

Johnny knows that this is the real world!

Through submerged disease, I got rid of the imaginary imposed by symbols, and entered the real world!
"I'm back! I'm back!"

Johnny's eyes suddenly regained focus, gasping for breath, he grinned grinningly, held the steering wheel, and came alive again.

As long as you live, you must die.

As long as you die, you will live forever.

I don’t know why, when I’m not playing, my body will enter a standby state, it will act randomly, I can’t control it, I use imaginary instructions to build a language model, and I live in a simulated pseudo-random open world, where everyone repeats monotonously Boring dialogues and simple texts generated by crude engines filled everyone's mouths.

There are no degrees of freedom at all.

Only during the competition will he be highly open, and he only lives in the competition.

[The players who win this competition will get (%(#)) one-day tour! 】

[And Johnny, who has returned to hell after a long time, will he still completely dominate the arena like he did back then? 】

【3】

【2】

The countdown starts on the car map, and Johnny knows he has to win this race, and like everyone dies in the end, so does he.

buzzing...

【1】

【Set off! 】

Johnny's gas pedal was welded to death, his face grinning crazily, actually carrying...

Intoxicated with a little pure happiness.

He drove the car into the cars of other competitors on the track, forcing them to slam the steering wheel, or hit the obstacle on the hood, and the hood was full of smoke, or directly flew out of the track and turned over to expose the chassis, with a bang The explosion ignited flames, and the car was destroyed.

"Must get a higher score..."

"Must get more points."

Johnny was insane, he turned the steering wheel and bumped into those staggering green zombies covered in rot and sores on the sidewalk, rattling, splashing out pools of yellow and green visceral pus.

For him it's just a racing game.

And some zombies move very quickly, sensitively dodge the car that hits them, and speak zombie language with unknown meaning while holding internal organs.

Johnny looked at the constantly beating score on the monitor, and he understood.

"This is an elite zombie! It has a higher score!"

The vehicle was driving at high speed, but with Johnny's technology far surpassing that of a professional racing driver, he also maintained terrifying flexibility, and continued to bump into those elite zombies who could respond quickly.

drop by drop...

Accompanied by crisp electronic sounds, the rankings on the on-board electronic screen are constantly changing.

And Johnny is only ranked No.3 now. The first and second grinning drivers are also gaining points quickly by killing zombies. They also understand that the core of this game is not the first to reach the finish line It is the championship, but to get more points.

There are names and extremely vivid pixel dynamic avatars on the ranking list. The lower the ranking, the more loser the expression is, the mouth is curled up in an extremely stupid way, and there are exaggerated large beads of sweat rolling on the forehead.

The dynamic avatars at the top of the list are exaggerated grinning, shaking their heads from side to side like a rattle, extremely arrogant.

The other players cleared the zombies much faster than Johnny.

Johnny's ranking is getting lower and lower, until he fell to No.8, and his dynamic profile picture has become an idiot, like an imbecile with only one hand holding the steering wheel and the other hand holding his head, with a sad face, like a brain-dead Open and close your mouth.

Looking at the extremely disgusting dynamic profile picture, Johnny was extremely angry and roared with his mouth open.

"No! No!"

"You must kill a special zombie to get a prop card!"

Because it has been a long time since he returned to the real world, Johnny has almost forgotten the rules of the Dead Rising Racing Championship. Although he also signed up for all other competitions, racing is one of his best sports, and he actually performed Be so unprofessional and make everyone laugh.

As long as you hit and kill those who are different from other zombies and have obvious characteristics, you can get random prop cards, which can be used to equip vehicles to obtain more powerful lethality.

His accelerator had already been welded dead. In order to increase the speed, he pulled a trigger to charge the nitrogen dioxide in the car cylinder into the working cylinder, increase the oxygen content of the intake air and increase the fuel injection volume of the fuel supply system. Spraying blue fire, the speed soared faster, crushing those zombies more brutally and efficiently.

at last.

"Found it! Special nigger zombie!"

Johnny found a black zombie, the whole body was black, the head was obviously smaller than other zombies, and it moved faster than other zombies.

Even Johnny turned the steering wheel several times before hitting it to death. At the same time, it also dropped an item card, which was a three-dimensional translucent card. He picked it up directly when he drove the car over.

"Great!"

Immediately afterwards, his car began to deform, and two machine gun barrels grew out on both sides of the headlights, emitting white flames.

He didn't hesitate anymore, and pressed the fire button.

When the vehicle was driving at high speed, the machine gun fired wildly at the zombies on both sides of the street at the same time.

Da da da……

All kinds of liquid fragments are being sold for free like a big sale.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

His ranking on the car screen quickly climbed up, and soon he reached No.1.

Johnny with the pixel dynamic avatar was grinning grinningly, shaking his head from side to side, arrogant and even exaggerated.

(End of this chapter)