Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"boom!"

A dazzling firework shot out from the tip of the referee's stick.

"Whoosh!"

Upon hearing the starting gun, Liu Zheng immediately dashed off like a Tyndallus unleashed.

After running a few steps, he realized that his speed didn't seem to have changed much.

In other words, the red dragonfly limited the postman's abilities to the same level as his.

Liu Zheng turned his head to look at the bicycle and found that even though its three-piece leather shoes were practically sparking from the pedaling, it was still only parallel to him.

He couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.

It seems that the key to winning or losing this match will be those treasure chests.

For some reason, Liu Zheng had a strong sense of déjà vu when he looked at those treasure chests, but he couldn't quite place them.

Whether I remember it or not, I'll just take it first!

He rushed to the three treasure chests in the first row, then jumped with all his might and reached the middle one.

The illusory treasure chest shattered and disappeared instantly, and a blue, disposable rocket launcher appeared on his shoulder.

Liu Zheng instinctively pulled the trigger, and a crosshair immediately appeared in his field of vision.

He immediately aimed his sights at the postman, only to see that the postman was also holding a red rocket launcher and pointing it at him.

"BOOM!!!"

Without hesitation, the two pulled the trigger again.

Two rocket launchers, one blue and one red, hit each other simultaneously, exploding with a deafening roar.

A massive burst of fire and heat spread rapidly, sending metal fragments flying in all directions, only to be absorbed by the invisible boundary.

Liu Zheng was blasted more than ten meters into the air. Seeing the postman falling to the ground as well, he finally remembered.

"Holy crap! It's a prop race after all!"

Chapter 133 This time it was for my Pi Yanzi

Haw!

It took a full three seconds for Liu Zheng to fall to the ground.

He grimaced as he got up, his body feeling like it had fallen apart.

However, looking at the mailman, he didn't seem to be in much better shape; his bicycle frame was wobbling.

After catching his breath, Liu Zheng continued running forward, and the postman quickly started pedaling as well.

After running about 200 meters, there was another row of treasure chests ahead.

Since everything was a question mark, he crashed into the treasure chest directly in front of him.

The same applies to the choice of postmen.

The treasure chest shattered, and a barrel of unidentified fuel appeared in Liu Zheng's hands.

The word "NO" is written on the red bucket.

No, he knew it was nitrous oxide, also known as laughing gas.

This stuff tastes slightly sweet, has a mild numbing effect, and can make people laugh.

Some naive young people use this as a low-grade version of addictive drugs, and Liu Zheng has even written related reports.

NO itself is non-flammable, but as a strong oxidizer, it can be used as a propellant.

The key point is that it's used in rockets or racing cars, but now they're racing.

So what is this thing used for?

Liu Zheng was very puzzled.

It may be puzzling, but we still have to use it.

In item-based races, items are the most valuable resource; wasting even one item will drastically reduce your chances of winning.

Thinking about the pervasive morbid fascination of this bizarre world, he had an idea.

But turning this idea into practice, even for someone as seasoned as him, still requires a bit of courage.

Just as Liu Zheng hesitated, the postman gave him a push.

A huge slingshot emerged from inside, caught the bicycle, and then automatically pulled it backward.

When pulled to its maximum, the bow rope springs back, releasing the accumulated potential energy instantly.

The bicycle shot off like an arrow, soaring over Liu Zheng's head and flying into the distance.

"Depend on!"

He had no choice now.

Liu Zheng gritted his teeth, unscrewed the bottle cap, and poured it into his mouth.

Thick liquid with a peculiar odor entered his mouth, traveled down his esophagus and stomach, and finally reached his anus and rectum.

Then, with lightning speed, bright blue flames erupted from his anus.

Liu Zheng's body also lurched forward uncontrollably, like a race car with malfunctioning brakes.

"Gan!"

His hard hooves wore two long black marks on the cement floor.

And the flames he emitted became the most dazzling color on the street.

Liu Zheng has a friend who developed a large mole at a young age because of his love for spicy food.

Ultimately, due to persistent rectal bleeding, he had to go to the hospital to have his hemorrhoids removed.

There was nothing wrong during the procedure, but a week afterward, Liu Zheng—no, Liu Zheng's friend—realized that stabbing someone's buttocks with a knife wasn't just a proverb.

Liu Zheng's current feelings are much more profound than when he had his hemorrhoid surgery.

The burning pain of getting hemorrhoids removed is just an adjective.

And now his swallow skin is really on fire!

Amidst the agony of ascension and the exhilarating speed, Liu Zheng covered hundreds of meters in just a few seconds, gliding past the postman who had just landed.

"Eat my fart from behind!"

He laughed and wiggled his hips toward the postman.

A tail flame more than a meter long swept over the bicycle, turning most of the body black and even covering the work gloves with black ash.

“Ding-ling-ling!!!”

The postman honked his horn furiously and pedaled frantically as he chased after Liu Zheng.

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing its disheveled appearance, Liu Zheng felt his buttocks were no longer burning.

It has to be said that item races are definitely more interesting than speed races.

"Oh right, I almost forgot to eat the props."

He suddenly turned around and wiggled his hips to change his direction.

The blue tail flames shot out a few more times before going out.

With a final burst of momentum, Liu Zheng clenched his glutes and smashed the treasure chest to pieces.

A large magnet appeared in his hand.

"Damn, what a waste."

Liu Zheng was a little annoyed.

Based on real-world experience, this magnet is used by outdated racing cars to attract other cars in front and accelerate them.

But he's currently in the lead, so naturally there's no one else to take advantage of.

He tried using a magnet on the lamppost in front of him, but it didn't work.

Liu Zheng certainly wouldn't deliberately fall behind just to use this item, so he could only consider it as having missed a treasure chest.

He couldn't help but turn his head and glance at it, just in time to see the postman receiving a metal shield.

"Ha ha!"

He was happy.

The shield's function appears to be to grant immunity to one attack from the opponent for a period of time after use.

But he didn't have any offensive items, so the mailman wasted an item as well.

The postman realized this too, and rang his bicycle bell a few times.

"No wonder your bicycle bell broke. At the rate you keep pressing it, even a titanium alloy wouldn't be enough to make one for you."

Liu Zheng couldn't help but complain.

Seemingly finding his words reasonable, the postman stopped ringing the bell and instead pedaled hard on his bicycle.

Although Liu Zheng had taken a significant lead by using NO gasoline, he still had to run the race himself, which consumed a lot of his energy.

The mail carrier was launched by a slingshot, so he didn't have to move, thus saving a lot of energy.

So, with its sudden burst of speed, the distance between the two gradually closed.

"Having wheels is great."

Hearing the increasingly close screeching of tires, Liu Zheng couldn't help but sigh.

I wonder if, if it continues to mutate like this, it might one day mutate into having three pairs of wheels.

Then we can add two more pairs of metal ones, making a total of five pairs of road wheels, and then we can pass for a tank.

While his mind wandered, he also sped up and rushed forward.

If you run out of stamina, so be it. Getting more items is the most important thing.

Another row of treasure chests appeared, and Liu Zheng still bumped into the one closest to him.

A bright yellow banana appeared in his hand.

"Huh, it's not a banana peel after all."

Well, bananas are fine too, they can also provide some energy.

He quickly peeled the banana and swallowed the whole banana.

Then, holding a banana peel, he gave the mailman a wicked smile.

"jingle!"

The mailman slammed on the brakes and looked at him warily.

"I lost it!"

Liu Zheng made a move to throw the banana peel, and the postman quickly turned the vehicle around.

"Hehe, just kidding."

He chuckled slyly and continued running forward.

He raised his work gloves high, ready to smash the bicycle bell.

But in the end, it still smashed into the frame next to it, making a hard, clanging sound.

Watching Liu Zheng walk away, it slammed on the pedals a few times and rushed toward the treasure chest on the far right.

Just as it raised its front end and crashed into the treasure chest, Liu Zheng suddenly turned around and gave it a bright smile.

"Surprise, mother fucker!"

The banana peel traced a graceful arc and landed precisely under the rear tire.

The mailman was taken aback. Just as he was about to use the security shield, he discovered that it had been replaced with a devil mask.