Chapter 1 The Competition Enters Full Swing

As the first group successively rushed into the props section, the race officially entered a fever pitch.

The new track was no longer a winding mountain road, but a giant amusement park, filled not only with a large number of special items that could be picked up, but also with many interactive facilities.

Unfortunately, the drivers had no time to appreciate the wonders and beauty of the amusement park. As soon as they entered the track, they began to use the weapons on their chariots to engage in combat.

Boom boom!

Bang bang bang bang!

The sounds of gunfire echoed, and the fiery explosions engulfed the coffee shops, gift shops, and landscaped lawns on both sides of the road, turning them into a scene of devastation.

Screech—

The Stryker chariot drifted dangerously on the smooth cobblestone pavement, barely avoiding a falling grenade.

The Witch extended her hands, releasing a pink energy shield that enveloped the front left of the chariot, blocking the fiery light of the grenade and the rapidly射出fragmented shrapnel.

"Nine o'clock!"

A series of green data flashed in the eyes of Sunset Melted Gold. He shouted, and the Witch in the machine gun position immediately adjusted the shield to block a series of basketball-sized green beans.

"Crazy Dave..."

The Witch looked at a red and green flatbed truck chasing from behind and pursed her lips tightly.

The flatbed truck looked tattered, with one of the headlights missing, the body covered in scratches, completely mechanical garbage, and no one would be willing to take it even if it was thrown into the used car market.

Three little green aliens were sitting in the truck bed, each holding a steering wheel, not knowing how to drive the vehicle.

And standing on top of the vehicle was a brown, bearded man with a pot lid on his head and one eye bigger than the other.

"Wubba lubba dub-dub? Wubba lubba dub-dub!"

The bearded man babbled nonsense that no one could understand while pouring bags of fertilizer into the trailer behind the vehicle.

An incredible thing happened: as the fertilizer was poured in, a large pile of alien plants suddenly grew in the trailer, which was filled with dirt.

Pea shooters with green bean eyes and dark mouths,

Puff-shrooms glaring angrily,

Watermelon and ice watermelon catapults that looked like trebuchets,

Cattails growing on water lilies that looked very cute...

Dozens of messy plants grew in the not-so-spacious truck trailer.

These alien plants were firing on all cylinders, unleashing their plant ammunition in all directions.

"Are you kidding me!"

The Witch, with a pale face, held up her hands to maintain the energy shield while roaring in exasperation, "The spikes fired from this cattail's tail are too powerful! Much fiercer than in the game!

And the spikes have a tracking effect and are faster than bullets!"

"Crazy Dave..."

Li Ang took a deep breath and said the name of the gibberish man with the pot lid on his head, "Or rather, Dave Smith.

He is the main character in *Plants vs. Zombies*,

And also an outstanding inventor, botanist, and businessman.

The plants he cultivates have always been fighting against Dr. Zomboss's zombie army..."

"Why do I feel like you admire him so much?!"

The Witch couldn't help but look back and complain.

"It's not so much admiration as it is a mutual appreciation between outstanding inventors."

Li Ang corrected with a serious face, "To be able to adjust fragile plants into human weapons comparable to cannons and missiles,

Dave's technical strength far exceeds this era.

Alas, it's a pity that I still can't understand his encrypted communication content, otherwise I would definitely take this opportunity to exchange experiences in biological modification with him."

"After saying so much, can you help me?"

The Witch roared, "The firepower on the other side is too fierce!"

It's no wonder that this poor mage was roaring. The ten chariots at the end of the first echelon were all within Crazy Dave's range of attack.

Dave's plant army desperately fired machine gun peas, giant ice watermelons, blue arcs, and flame shockwaves, crushing the road into ruins,

Forcing the surrounding vehicles to constantly move and dodge, involuntarily reducing their speed,

And slowly being caught up by the vehicles in the second echelon.

"Damn it, Dave's gone crazy again!"

Link, sitting on a giant mechanical warhorse, cursed in a low voice, jumped off the horse's back, used the parry secret to successfully deflect a falling ice watermelon,

And shot a full fifteen arrows forward in the bullet-time of being in the air, shooting down the hot butter that fell with the ice watermelon.

The Witcher team driving alongside Link was also suffering unspeakable hardships.

Geralt, with his silver hair, constantly released Aard, Igni, and Quen signs to block the plant rain, his face growing paler and paler.

Wolf and William next to him used shurikens, mechanical umbrellas, and Yin-Yang techniques

To assist Geralt in defense,

But still couldn't stop the vehicle from slowing down and having more and more wounds on it.

"What medicine did Dave take wrong again?"

Corvo Attano, the former Royal Protector of the Isles Empire, said in a low voice to Bald 47 next to him, "In the past, he didn't start attacking indiscriminately until the end of the second stage?

Now, he's completely benefiting the teams in front of the first echelon."

"Maybe it's because there's an Undead here."

Bald 47 looked at the Dark Souls Undead sitting with Link on the giant mechanical warhorse and said indifferently, "Although there is a big difference between the Undead and zombies, I don't think Dave can tell the difference.

As long as he sees zombies, he suspects that the other party is going to eat his brain, and he will completely fall into the madness of paranoia."

"We can't go on like this."

Claude pursed his lips tightly and turned his head to look at Gordon Freeman, who was sitting in the passenger seat, "Doctor..."

"Let me do it."

Gordon Freeman, wearing a yellow HEV suit, sighed, opened the car door, climbed onto the roof, and held a giant gun with an orange glow in both hands.

This gun came from the Black Mesa East laboratory, and its full name was the Zero Point Energy Field Manipulator, or Gravity Gun for short.

And its effect is just like its name - to control gravity.

The watermelon cannon rain blotted out the sky and covered the earth, casting a large shadow.

A cold light flashed across Gordon Freeman's glasses, and he steadily pulled the trigger of the Gravity Gun.

Buzz—

The Gravity Gun burst out with a dazzling orange light, firing a beam of light that hit the center of the watermelon rain.

The watermelon hit by the beam of light did not change, but the surrounding watermelons deviated from their trajectory, gathered together, and tightly surrounded the beam, forming a ball.

"..."

Gordon Freeman strained his face and laboriously adjusted the direction of the Gravity Gun's beam. He pulled the trigger again,

And threw the huge watermelon ball toward Dave and the three little green aliens' flatbed truck.

Bang!

Countless watermelons exploded, and the bright red juice painted all the carousels on both sides of the track red, and the unique sweet fragrance of melons and fruits floated in the air.

"Finally got rid of them."

The Witch breathed a sigh of relief and deactivated the energy shield.

Li Ang frowned and stared at the dusty road behind him, "Not yet."