Hawaii? Did you study there? Could it be that you're Detective Conan?

Li Ang and Jin Ge exchanged strange looks. The witch's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, but she didn't say anything.

She actually knew Twilight Knight. Before this, the two had been temporary teammates in a script with a zombie background.

After leaving the script, she even commissioned other members of the Syndicate to collect personal information about this teammate.

Unexpectedly, she discovered that Twilight Knight was also in Great Britain, and was even a member of the British official organization—the Hellsing Organization.

The Hellsing Organization's secret society has a long history, established by a member of the Tudor dynasty to protect the nascent Anglican Church (the Church of England) from interference from other forces.

Over time, it gradually became a place for the royal family to settle transcendents.

The Hellsing Organization acts in a low-key manner, only loyal to the royal family, and ignores even its nominal superior organization, the Anglican Church. In the mouths of some secret societies, it also has the half-joking nickname of "the Queen's loyal dogs."

Thinking about this, the witch came back to her senses.

In any case, in the last script, Twilight Knight's demonstrated combat power and reliability were worthy of trust as a temporary companion.

If he said he could drive, then he probably really could.

"Very good, then the task of driving is entrusted to you."

Li Ang snapped his fingers and rubbed his palms together. "The three of us will be responsible for observation, lookout, and using weapons for offense and defense."

The four players quickly discussed the competition strategy for later.

Currently, they only understood the rules and didn't know how to win.

"For the first two stages, let's try not to fall too far behind,"

Li Ang said, pondering, "Observe the other teams' action patterns, and imitate and learn.

By the way, what was in the box snatched from the GTAV trio?"

He looked at Sunset Melted Gold, who slapped his forehead, squatted down, and inspected the metal box.

The box had a six-digit combination lock, and there hadn't been a chance to crack it on the plane before.

Sunset Melted Gold frowned, his fingers gently rubbing the surface of the combination lock. Suddenly, his fingers transformed into a phantom, passing through the surface of the combination lock, directly using his fingertips to manipulate the lock core.

*Kacha.*

The combination lock clicked open. Sunset Melted Gold breathed a sigh of relief, ended the virtualization, and opened the box.

Inside the box were two tires?

【Name: MK3 Bomb Tire】

【Type: Modified Parts Consumables】

【Quality: Excellent】

【Can it be brought out of the script: No】

【Effect: Detonate. The tire will detach from the vehicle and roll forward for a certain distance, creating a spectacular explosion upon colliding with any target.】

【Note: The MK3 Bomb Tire was widely used in the 7th to 31st Death Race competitions, but due to the wide explosion range and excessive lethality, its supply was discontinued in subsequent competitions. However, if you can get your hands on one, you can still use it as an official material from the organizers without violating the rules.】

【Note: The bomb tire is rolling!】

Huh?

The four players exchanged glances and immediately understood what was going on.

The GTAV protagonists probably robbed the bank vault for these two tires, wanting to use the bomb tires as a trump card to increase their chances of winning.

Since they had fallen into their hands, there was naturally no reason not to use them.

Li Ang and Sunset Melted Gold put the two tires into the carriage, preparing to wait until necessary to open the carriage door and activate the bomb tire effect.

During the process of placing the tires, the preparation phase on the field seemed to be coming to an end. The vast majority of the teams stopped repairing their chariots and stood in place, waiting for the competition to officially begin.

Four huge shadows slowly floated above the stadium. Four giant airships descended from the sky, each with a huge screen hanging below.

The screens first flashed a Death Race trailer, causing a burst of cheers from the audience.

Immediately afterward, a girl in a white shirt and black skirt, holding a microphone, appeared, looking like a reporter broadcasting live on the scene.

"Hi, viewers, everyone! I'm Aya Shameimaru, a reporter from Central City Television, your old friend."

The girl smiled at the camera and said, "Today, we welcome the annual Death Race competition once again. More than six hundred drivers and more than one hundred teams will compete on a three-hundred-and-seventy-mile track to finally determine the limited number of ascension ritual participants.

Now let's interview the runner-up of the previous Death Race competition, Mr. Kratos."

The camera turned to a pale-skinned, sunken-eyed, fierce-looking bald, bearded strongman.

"Ahem, Mr. Kratos, your Chaos Blades team lost to Mephisto's Hell Roar team by a margin of 0.01 seconds in the previous competition,"

Aya Shameimaru looked rather nervous, and the microphone she extended toward Kratos kept shaking. "I wonder what your thoughts are on this year's competition?"

"..."

Kratos's imposing, cold face was expressionless. His burly figure stood motionless in front of the camera, as still as a statue.

The production team had to put the words "Non-Still Image" on the screen to tell the audience that there was no lag.

After a long while, Kratos opened his mouth and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Friendship first, competition second..."

Huh??! This line is completely inconsistent with your persona!

Aya Shameimaru was stunned for a second, and immediately echoed, "That's right, Death Race is mainly about competition, but everyone's goal is still to maintain a peaceful and friendly atmosphere..."

"The Chaos Blades team is third, and others compete for fourth."

Kratos ignored Aya Shameimaru and slowly said the second half of the sentence, "Whoever approaches my vehicle, I will tear him to pieces and stuff his thigh bone into his eye socket."

"Wuwuwuwu, so scary, so scary."

Aya Shameimaru shuddered and gave a forced smile at the camera, "Okay, that's Kratos's oath. Let's hear what other players have to say."

"Kratos has been over-mythologized by everyone. He's not that strong, he just got lucky to win three runner-up titles."

A yellow monster with a green turtle shell on his back, Bowser (from Super Mario Bros.), faced the camera, arms crossed, and said indifferently, "This is my first time participating in this competition, and I hope others can give me a bit of a challenge."

"I have no opinion on the competition, just do my best and have a clear conscience."

A handsome young man wearing a green hat and holding a sword and shield smiled and said, "Also, my name is Link, not Zelda. Whoever calls me Zelda again, I'll fucking kill him."

The Undead from Dark Souls 3 did not express any opinions, but silently gave a thumbs up.

Aya Shameimaru successively interviewed some more representative players, quickly dragging through the time for all the drivers to adjust their chariots. After the referee blew the whistle to signal,

She ended the interview with the words "The competition is about to begin. Let's listen to the speeches of Commander Yuri and Chief Consultant Gandalf,".