Abyss Train

Chapter 783 CountDown ⑦ [Untold Stories·Untold Stories]

Foreword:

The great tragedy of life is to cease to struggle.

"There's a saying in Fullmetal Alchemist that the main tragedy of life is to stop struggling."

Officer Antosi said this, pressed the start button of the car, and talked about the past with the machine gunner Sura who was sitting in the passenger seat.

He is a 42-year-old middle-aged man with a wife and daughter, an Austrian. He has a legendary experience of falling to the bottom and climbing to the top. In other words, the resume of every unknown person in the Fast Blade Group can be turned into a documentary script.

"Fullmetal Alchemist?" Sura curled her lips with a smile on her face. Every inch of this 27-year-old girl's skin was covered with tattoos, including her face - every regiment she had ever been to, the nicknames and emblems of every comrade, dead or alive, were all left on her body.

"No," said Officer Antos. "How the steel was tempered."

Audi RS-E Tron lights up the center console and dashboard. This electric car competed in the Dakar Rally ten years ago. It was also the darkest moment for the underground world. Despite this, Aohen Mingde still did not give up hosting the Luna Cup and did not give up this kind of labor-intensive and costly sport.

If you ask what is the essence of sports? Is it faster? Higher? Stronger?

  Is it the pursuit of human beings to reach their own limits? Is it the excitement brought by commercial competition itself?

The answer given by Aohen Mingde may be found in Officer Antoshi.

Holding the steering wheel of this rally car, everything seems to be back on the track——

——This sergeant was once penniless. At the age of 31, he was still working as a taxi driver. To solicit passengers on the streets of Paris, he had to endure the beating of the carbon reduction policy of new energy electric vehicles, pay more money to buy production tools, and face the hammer of unmanned vehicles.

Twenty minutes before the windmill was to set off, machine gunner Miss Sura handed a helmet to the sergeant, but Mr. Anto waved his hand to stop her.

"Slow down. Girl, slow down."

Sura shrugged indifferently and took out a commemorative medal of the Luna Cup from his bulletproof armor.

"Alright! Looks like Big Daddy has to tell the story about how it's going to rain before the TKO in the Luna Cup again today! I haven't heard this story for two hours!~ Hurry up! Tell it again to the kids!"

"I lost my job and my baby was just born." Anto told his story as a battle cry before departure: "In Cochin Hospital, a little angel was just born."

"After Korana gave birth, before she could even say a word to me, the doctor came to me."

"He first asked me, what should I name my daughter?"

"I'm very nervous. This is my first time being a father."

"I say, just call her Vanessa, call her Little Butterfly!~"

"Just when I was happy, it hasn't been a few minutes yet."

"The doctor also told me that this girl might not live for more than a few weeks. She has a serious Epstein-Barr virus infection."

EB virus is an occasional disease among children with weakened immune systems. Adults can also be infected, but because the immune system is strong enough to resist this saliva and blood-borne herpes virus disease, most of them are latent.

"I still don't understand what this means, really, I don't understand."

"The doctor said Vanessa would have to spend her last few weeks in an incubator. Perhaps both my husband and I had the virus and passed it on to the baby."

"She would have a persistent fever and would have difficulty breathing, which can be fatal for infants and young children."

"I don't know what to do, but it will cost a lot of money. It will cost a lot of money."

"You can't make that much money with a taxi—"

Anto tapped the steering wheel gently, his eyes becoming increasingly fiery.

“——I must find a way to get this money.”

"What should I do? Rob a bank? Get a gun, point it at the president's head and say, give me the money! I have a daughter, she's dying! She's dying!"

"What should I do?! What should I do?"

"I like racing, and I know that I can only get this money if I risk my life."

"I'm going to the Dakar Endurance Race, through the desert, through the mud, over rocks and over trees."

"I like driving and I love my job—"

"——To pass the rules of the Amory Sports organizers, I almost tore the car apart."

"Thank God, this event doesn't require a super license. It gives everyone a chance to make a name for themselves. The only thing to consider is whether or not we can survive this race. I can't guarantee that this machine can finish even one stage, but I have no other choice."

"It's like you've encountered a problem in life that you can't solve. It's a terrifying and powerful enemy."

"You can't surrender, you have to keep fighting."

“Displacement, suspension, brakes, the organizers’ standards are always so strict, but Dakar welcomes me, it’s calling me.”

“All I need is a navigator to get to this stage.”

Sura: "Ha! It's finally my turn?"

"A sixteen-year-old flower girl?" Anto stretched out his hand, and Sura held the old man's hand tightly. "How many bends can she remember? How many flying slopes? How many hilltops can she remember? As long as the hourly wage is six euros, she is willing to accompany me to the track - she doesn't seem to be afraid of death, she seems crazy."

Sura responded meaninglessly: "I just feel that life is too boring. There is nothing new in the XGP game library. It just so happens that a scruffy-bearded uncle who is almost going crazy seems to be going to risk his life! Ha! How can I miss such an event?"

"In our first race," Anto continued, "after only 13 kilometers, the Hyundai broke down. Its engine caught fire and the turbine became a pressure relief device - the motor that controlled the active valve sucked in too much smoke and burned out."

"In my opinion, you're running too conservatively. You're following a broken windmill on the practice track and you don't even dare to lead the way." Sura said disdainfully, "You're sucking in other people's tail winds and exhaust. It's no wonder your broken car doesn't have problems!"

Sura's expression softened, and he sighed again, "I remember that your hands were covered in blood."

"That was the gear lever. I crushed it. I was too nervous," replied Sergeant Anto.

Sura: "Are you sure that's the gear lever?"

Anto: "What else?"

Sura: "That's your broken home, and your wife says you're crazy."

"Hahahaha! You're right, Miss Sura!" Officer Antoshi went on to tell the story of racing: "I was almost forced into a dead end, but the fat man found us. Antonio is the mechanic of the McLaren team. He knows how well I run and how fast I ran these thirteen kilometers."

Sura tilted his head and put gum in his mouth: "He can't ignore a father's determination."

"I got a new car, a brand new Audi RS - it's the electric car I hate the most, the gears are not clear enough, and the chassis is a piece of sticky shit. Even though I hate it in every way, I have to keep running, I can fix it." Anto looked at the medal of honor of the Dakar Rally, this story is a fairy tale.

Getting private sponsorship from a McLaren team mechanic is like an unknown driver suddenly receiving a tip from a top driver, which makes him run faster and more steadily.

The Dakar Rally is a test of the limits for most racers, and this type of racing is deadly.

Whether it is for cars or people, every year there are drivers who pass away halfway through the race due to various accidents. The cause of death is not limited to mechanical accidents, heat stroke can also kill people.

The Paris suburbs welcome all amateurs, and it is also a car endurance race. At the beginning, Mr. Anto did not intend to complete the race. He hoped that someone would see him and discover his talent through this 13-kilometer circuit practice race - trying his best to get on the real track.

He did it and earned enough money with Miss Sura, but this story was just the beginning.

He got the fastest time in the fourth and fifth stages. The environment with yellow sand all over the sky was like the rainy and foggy streets of Paris. He often drove on the airport ramp to pick up and drop off intercity passengers. After gradually mastering the rhythm of the race, under the harsh conditions with obstructed vision, Anto almost merged with the car and was least affected by the environment.

He used this skill to save his daughter and temporarily won a point in the boxing match with life.

But he didn't stop and continued to run on the field.

The following year, on stage five in Bergoise, the 34-year-old rally driver ran into a field and then stepped on a landmine.

Yes, you heard it right. Just like the cause of death of another French truck driver in 1996, it is not uncommon for a rally driver to accidentally step on a landmine left over from a war zone while entering the wild. Once it happens, it will happen a second time and a third time.

Mr. Anto lost his navigator and became half-dead and disabled himself.

Miss Sura had returned to her hometown in Italy to make a living. Upon learning the sad news of Big Daddy's accident, she had warned Antoine several times - rally racing is very dangerous and the Grim Reaper often roams around the track, randomly selecting a few talented favorites of God and taking them away with a simple wave of his knife.

This kind of luck is a gift from God to you. You can't always escape the scythe of death by luck.

But Anto lost himself in racing. He originally thought that as long as he could make money to treat his daughter's illness, then nothing would be a problem - Dakar responded to him, but only once.

He has already won first place in four stages of the Dakar Rally. It seemed as if there was an invisible hand controlling his steering wheel, stepping on the accelerator and pulling the gear lever for him, completing actions that were difficult for ordinary people to do, and helping him to overcome one sharp turn after another - that was his psychic power slowly awakening, and he was about to turn into an insect egg.

But this time, his inspiration seemed to fail.

He rushed into the fields without any hindrance. In the wind and rain, he seemed to be unable to see or feel anything. The familiar feel of the road also became unfamiliar.

When the fire truck arrived, Mr. Anto, who was unable to move and had a comminuted fracture of his right leg, was holding the body of his navigator brother and crying bitterly - he said this more than once.

Damn it, damn it.

Damn it, damn it.

The blood and tears may need to be briefly mentioned, as those were the darkest six years in Anto's life.

——Everyone is paying attention to the beautiful legend of Dakar.

How does a taxi driver become a professional racing driver? What can a father do for his children?

These beautiful stories always make people yearn for them and attract reporters to flock to him. But when he fell to pieces, those ardent gazes turned into thousands of cold arrows piercing his heart.

For six whole years, Anto never got back on his feet. He was almost completely defeated. Watching his opponents in the same stage constantly breaking new records, it seemed that his hobby of racing was gradually drifting away from him.

There was no passion in his life anymore. He returned to the taxi and avoided the all-important right leg. He switched to an automatic transmission electric car. He no longer had to use his heel-toe to add throttle with all his strength, nor did he have to consider the strength of the brakes when downshifting.

He began to sleep like a dead man.

——When his wife Korana discovered this, it was the moment when Anton walked to the bed, knelt on the edge of the bed and fell asleep. Korana suddenly woke up from the state of horror with cold sweat on her forehead. She thought her husband was sick.

The EB virus came to Anto again, but this time, he himself was sick.

His old injuries were having trouble healing, his immune system was failing several times a month, and he was getting more and more rashes and blisters—the disease was slowly destroying him.

He went back and forth to various hospitals, but the acne did not get better. Finally one day -

——The invitation letter to the Luna Cup Endurance Race found him, it was a train ticket.

Miss Sura followed Anto to the stage and came to the gift that Aohen Mingde prepared for all living beings.

"From the beginning, endurance racing was what I was best at." Anto held up the mini gold cup statue on the steering wheel. It was the first time he participated in the Luna Cup four years ago. The theme of the cup was the wonderful journey of [asceticism]. "Boss was looking for a driver, and he finally chose the right person."

The panacea cured his Epstein-Barr virus and Vita brand, allowing this vehicle-specialized psychic to once again see the aura in his life and the flash butterfly in his soul.

The two times were the 2029 Best Luna Cup Ascetic Finals and this year's Best Luna Cup Survival Finals. Officer Anto drove his car and took his teammates to bring the gold cup back to District 43. He is the most professional rally driver in the underground world and an important backbone of the local regiment.

Whenever encountering bad and muddy roads, or long-distance extreme driving, almost no one can survive this particular stage as Sergeant Antos. Once upon a time, he was an honest man on the road that no car dared to overtake - whether it was the Dakar on the ground or the Aduriz underground, these places where dreams come true have forged countless Antos. Under the experience of sports events, countless ordinary people like him who were originally unknown can also become mentally tough warriors.

Whenever the Corps was put to the test, marching rapidly through the mountains and taking the elite soldiers to remote, unserved wilderness areas, Sergeant Antos was the best driver. Thumb's driving skills were good enough, but he didn't have that much endurance.

These two Luna Gold Cups bear witness to the history of mankind. Cars are more than just a tool for humans. Places other than railways - the highest mountains in the world - are no match for human legs, and cars can take you to the farthest roads.

"Let's go!" Officer Antoshi said, "I remember"

Sura shouted: "All oil, all oil, all oil!~"

Officer Antos: "I remember this feeling"

The tram started silently and headed into the dark wilderness road, or perhaps there was no road at all.

Anto said into the car radio, "It's my turn to break the wind for you this time. Follow closely! Anonymous!"

Tianshu's special operations team has already dealt a heavy blow to Judas' spiritual world.

They walked very far, and after the sharp knife team entered the hinterland of Axe Mountain, they drove straight in, intending to break through the Yellow Dragon——

——It was already completely daylight.

The second motor vehicle was fully fueled and charged, following the vehicle in front, and the driver was Jiang Xueming.

There are six other all-terrain rally vehicles in the team. They are veterans of various stages of the previous Luna Cup. They are either non-commissioned officers of the legion or waiters with multiple roles.

Under the influence of the harsh terrain in windy and rainy weather, the Anonymous beheading elites do not need to consider how to avoid muddy pits. Even if the windshield is covered with rain and gravel, as long as there is a lead car leading the team, Xue Ming only needs to follow the taillights of the car in front, and he can face the enemy with full energy.

These six tractors took turns, swapping shifts in pairs, as pathfinders and navigators. They had to cross 280 kilometers of wilderness within four hours and chop off the head of the Danqiu State's administrative center before Judas could react. This would be the final battle, and it was also the usual fighting style of the Nameless. After breaking through the dead end of Maling Township -

——All that remains is execution by beheading.