"Damn, while the bridge's upward **** is great for slowing down, it's simply not adequately prepared for the terrifying inertia of big trucks."

Instructing everyone to lay out the buffer belt, Ichimoto Gongxing's face was a little pale.

"If I could get more time and get some more gravel, sandbags and tires..."

Due to the urgency of time and limited supplies, the uphill buffer they laid was only one kilometer long.

This has little effect on a large truck with a gross weight of nearly 30 tons and a high speed of more than 90 yards.

"This is the limit of what we can do... Come here, the rest can only be handed over to Brother Araki."

Seeming to see his anxiety, Kenjiro patted his shoulder heavily behind him.

Ichimoto Miyako nodded weakly, but the hands in his pockets were always tightly clenched into a ball.

Kenjiro is right...

In just 40 minutes, nearly 100 people "illegally requisitioned" several large trucks transporting sand, wooden boxes, and straw from the nearby industrial zone. It is very lucky to be able to arrange it like this.

"Well, just trust Araki-san..."

As if he had figured out something, Ichimoto Miyako let go of his fisted hand.

"After all, he was the record holder of 'Death Brake' back then."

Time is like a knife, eliminating the useless innocence and dreams, leaving only the appearance of survival.

But there is such a person, who still maintains the original appearance, so that those who stand side by side with him can at least recall what they have lost.

At the same time, a wrecked refrigerated truck like a refrigerated truck appeared in everyone's sight along the winding road parallel to the coastline in the distance.

"Yo, in a short period of time, you did a good job, everyone of the phoenix..."

On the speeding refrigerated truck, through the big hole in the windshield, looking at the bridge covered with various buffers in the distance, and the men gathered at the bridge head, the corner of Araki Sousuke's mouth couldn't help but lift slightly.

"Next, it's up to us, right, warriors of the Warring States period."

"Boom...boom...boom..."

In the back of the car, there was a low, soft sound from the engine of the locomotive.

"Crack... clap..."

Lighting the last cigarette on his body, Sousuke Araki sat upright, punched several times to clear the shattered windshield in front of him, held the steering wheel with both hands, and looked intently at the rapidly approaching broken bridge road ahead.

"So many people watching..."

Under the nervous eyes of everyone, a nearly ten-meter-long refrigerated truck roared and rushed up the ramp full of gravel!

"...No, you can't be embarrassed on your favorite project!!!"

In an instant, the dust and sand of the big tent rose up, making it impossible to see the situation behind.

"Oooh..."

Maybe the inertia of the truck is too large, or maybe the temporarily laid gravel road is not enough to trap the huge tire...

The huge black shadow in the sand did not slow down in the trend expected by everyone, but instead showed amazing off-road performance, still maintaining a strong inertia and rushing towards the end of the broken bridge.

"...It's your turn to appear, Warrior of the Warring States Period!"

Holding the wild steering wheel tightly with both hands, ignoring the dust pouring into the cab, Sousuke Araki roared furiously behind him.

"Boom boom boom!"

In the dusty sky, the wild roar of the warriors of the Warring States period sounded.

A vigorous black shadow sprang out of the cab like a cheetah, and galloped to the front of the car in an instant.

"Boom..."

In the sand and dust, black and white motorcycles with inverted teeth all over their bodies, and lava flames all over their bodies blaze!

"Boom boom boom... woo!!!!"

With a hysterical roar, the Warrior of the Warring States Period, with a body of less than 300KG, stubbornly carried it under the bumper of this nearly 30-ton truck that weighs a hundred times his own!

Under the high-speed friction of the ground sand and gravel, the warriors of the Warring States period, who acted as "temporary brakes", were directly swallowed into the bottom of the truck, and the original smooth and round paint surface of the whole body began to appear numerous fine scratches...

In its roar, the dark shadow of the refrigerated truck, sprinting upwards slowed down noticeably.

But……

"It's not enough, the buffer belt is really too short, and the road friction coefficient is not enough..."

Looking at the huge black shadow that had reached half of the buffer zone but still maintained a speed of close to 40 yards in the dust that covered the sky and the sun, Ichimoto Palace at the bridge head roared anxiously towards the bridge: "Brother Araki, hurry up and jump out of the car!!!"

Although the situation is completely invisible, at this speed, the tires, wooden boxes and straws at the end of the broken bridge cannot stop the truck at all!

"Just like this, it's really not enough..."

Sousuke Araki in the cab also made the same judgment as Ichimoto Miyako in an instant.

Based on his many years of "death braking" experience on this broken bridge, according to the current deceleration trend, this heavy truck will still take the expensive Wagyu beef in the cargo compartment to rush out of the end of the broken bridge and fall into the Fuji River below. as feed for fish.

At the same time, below the sea horizon extending infinitely at the end of the broken bridge, a fiery red light slowly lit up, igniting the place where the water and the sky meet...

The originally slightly white sky and the dark blue sea level burned up and turned into a sea of ​​fiery flames.

Give Araki Sosuke an illusion that he is flying towards the rising sun.

"Miyako, look at it next... This is the only special demonstration..."

Looking at the end of the broken bridge with the buffers stacked in front of him, and the sea and the sky burning in flames in the distance, Sousuke Araki smiled grimly, and suddenly released the steering wheel...

"My special technique for extreme braking every time..."

Amidst the continuous roar of the warriors of the Warring States Period, he hung on the side of the doorless cab and stuck his lower body out of the car!

"That is, I used..."

Then, ignoring the truck's speed of at least 30 yards per hour, he hung his upper body by the door, his feet alternately turned into afterimages, and slammed into the road!

"Foot brake!!!!"

"Crack...knock..."

The dust roared up, and in the roar of large trucks and locomotives, there was a continuous explosion.

In the misty smoke and dust, the dark shadow of the big truck, as if it had slammed on the brakes, suddenly dropped in speed...

"Bastard truck, stop for me!!!"

"Brother Araki, come on!!!!"

Looking at the black shadow that suddenly leaned forward and slowed down, the originally desperate people at the bridge head moved their minds and couldn't help shouting excitedly.

"Please, slow me down a bit!!!"

Looking at this terrifying picture, even the famous "Kyushu Man" Shi Hongxing could not help bending down and roaring loudly, unwilling to watch this scene again.

"Damn, isn't it enough..."

In the sight of everyone's eyes, the big truck with an irresistible momentum, slammed into the buffer at the end, and broke the cement retaining wall at the end of the broken bridge like tofu~www.mtlnovel. com~ Running towards the vast horizon that is close at hand...

"It's over... it's over... Brother Araki!!!"

"Wait...you see..."

"This, this is..."

The entire "Cliff of Death" suddenly quieted down.

I don't know when, where the sea and the sky meet, a red sun has rushed out from below the sea level and hangs above the clouds, extremely dazzling and radiant.

The layers of clouds were dyed bright orange and red, and the sea below was also soaked in red, like a boundless sea of ​​fire in hell.

"stop……"

The dust settled, and what appeared in the eyes of everyone was...

With the entire front of the car hanging outside the bridge deck, the big truck is dangerously hanging on the side of the broken bridge.

"...stop it!!!"