The two of them floated in the air for half a day, finally choosing to parachute into Z City. From Su Moxin's faint impression, it seemed like there were fewer people near Z City.
She hadn't played much, and her impression was based on what her roommate said.
After landing, the two of them entered a house to loot. Lin Yan held a small handgun, while Su Moxin carried a frying pan.
"Wife, why are you carrying a pan? Are you planning to cook here?"
Lin Yan said with a chuckle, seeing Su Moxin holding a pan.
"Shh, I think I heard footsteps. Hold your gun tight and fire if you see anyone."
Su Moxin made a shushing gesture to Lin Yan. Hearing Su Moxin say someone was coming, Lin Yan stopped teasing his wife and obediently followed behind her with his handgun.
He had to admit, being protected by his wife felt quite good.
After searching the first and second floors of their house for a long time, they couldn't find anyone Su Moxin mentioned.
"Where are they? I definitely heard footsteps just now?"
Su Moxin was puzzled. She wasn't joking; she really heard footsteps.
"You didn't hear my footsteps, did you?"
Lin Yan certainly hadn't heard any footsteps.
On the rooftop, a person holding
These two fools. He had already finished looting for gear, and these two were still in this house.
The three of them had parachuted together. Initially, he was a little worried seeing two people jump in the same spot as him, but it turned out they were two idiots.
While the two were still chatting, two bursts of gunfire took them down.
Looking at the loot boxes on his phone screen, Lin Yan laughed heartily. He had to admit, this game was quite interesting.
"Wife, let's play another round. I'll lead you to first place this time."
Excitedly, they started the second game.
The two played five consecutive rounds until it was almost dark. They hadn't even entered the final circle once, with their best performance being surviving among the last twenty people.
What troubled Lin Yan the most was that the motorcycles in this game were not right. They completely broke his understanding of cars; he couldn't even ride them.
"Young Master, you sent for me?"
The door opened, and Li Wei walked in.
"Let Yang Tianming and the others come in. Oh, and bring your phones."
Just kidding, what's the big deal about special forces? Let me show you what real special forces are.
"Young Master, you sent for us?"
"Yes, come and play a game with me."
Play a game? Yang Tianming and the others exchanged glances, not understanding Lin Yan's intention, but they soon understood.
"Young Master, Madam, you can go and loot with peace of mind. I'll protect you."
Yang Tianming patted his chest and promised with confidence. It was a joke; this was his specialty.
Yang Tianming, holding a small handgun, guarded the house entrance like a bodyguard. Another bodyguard accompanied him. The two stood on either side like door gods. Seeing them, Lin Yan felt a sense of security. After all, they were real special forces, definitely stronger than ordinary people.
However, Lin Yan was thinking a bit too much. In terms of awareness, Yang Tianming was indeed good, and his vigilance was perfect. But this was a game, not reality; it was about operation.
"Bang bang."
The two searched the house for a long time. Suddenly, two gunshots rang out. While Lin Yan and Su Moxin were still searching inside, Yang Tianming was headshotted outside. It was bad enough to be headshotted, but the key was that this guy didn't even see who fired the shot.
"Young Master, let me explain."
"Get out!"
Yang Tianming was kicked out of the RV with a miserable expression.
A trash game, not worth playing. At nine o'clock in the evening, the two tacitly deleted the game.
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The next day at eleven o'clock, the ticket gate at the racetrack entrance closed. Despite the scorching heat, nearly 500,000 spectators still flocked into the venue, setting a new attendance record for the S-country Grand Prix.
Seeing this number, Lin Yan estimated that the GP boss's mouth would be split with laughter.
The weather today was even hotter than yesterday. Lin Yan was doing his warm-up in the pit lane, shirtless.
At half-past eleven, the drivers came out of the pit lane and went to the starting grid. Wearing flat shoes, Su Moxin could feel that the track conditions today were unusually hot.
"There's half an hour left until the S-country main race. Brothers, this damn weather is really hot. It's so hot I want to buy an ice cream."
Hao Dong, in the stands, was also sweating profusely. It was bearable below, but the stands were truly sweltering.
Su Chen wasn't much better, sitting in his seat with a small electric fan blowing on him.
"Brother Dong, why am I so cold at home?"
"Brother Dong, no, I'm so cold, I need to find a blanket."
"The air conditioner is broken, and it can't blow warm air anymore. What should we do, Brother Dong!"
Seeing their miserable state, the live broadcast chat was filled with teasing.
"......"
Hao Dong's teeth itched with anger as he looked at the replies in the chat.
"Alright, you guys! Hmph!"
At noon, all the drivers had entered the grid, and the race was about to begin.
Lin Yan put on his chest protector, zipped up his leather jacket, and pulled down his helmet visor.
The race was about to start, and Su Moxin returned to the pit lane.
Flags waved on the track. Lin Yan simply moved his limbs, slightly lowered his body onto the car, and braced himself with his feet on the ground.
"Okay, we see that all the drivers are ready. The red lights are on."
"Lights out, go!"
"The Moto GP S-country Grand Prix main race officially begins."
Thirty bikes shot off in unison. Lin Yan was at the very front, followed by Genna and Reissna.
The three bikes in the front row quickly converged after the start, preparing to contest the entry into turn one.
The pack behind followed closely, with the safety car at the very rear, its red and blue flashing lights blinking.
"Today's race is not only a great test for the drivers but also for the cars."
Sustaining extreme operation for an hour on a seventy-degree Celsius track places extremely high demands on the car engines, especially Ducati.
There were three Ducatis in the top ten, something unimaginable in the past.
The pack densely entered turn one. Lin Yan naturally secured the inside line into turn one. On this track, there was no one who could suppress Lin Yan yet.
At turn two, Reissna overtook Genna on the inside, moving into second place.
In the scorching midday heat, to reduce tire wear, the drivers were not engaging in excessive overtaking.
Genna followed closely behind Reissna. He didn't intend to let this guy show off all day; he wanted to tell him that the main driver for Honda had changed.
Braking into the turn, his movements were smooth. While closing in on Reissna, Genna was also constantly monitoring the movements behind him.
Two people crashed out at turn one. Apart from that, the positions of the drivers in the race were no different from the start.