Transformers In Marvel

Night fell.

On Central Avenue in Queens, New York City, a small area was blocked due to construction. As soon as the road repair workers took away the warning signs and blue boards, a group of people moved out a pile of brand new warning signs and placed them at the end of the road to block the entry of a large number of vehicles.

On Central Avenue, there were very few vehicles, and many of them were owners with blank faces.

I just turned a corner, why was I locked on the construction road?

The whirring sound sounded.

A cool truck is racing.

Behind this truck, there were also a large number of sports cars of various colors, chasing each other, which successfully aroused the anger and loud abuse of passers-by.

"Asshole, what's going on with these people, is the traffic in your Queens area so unruly?!"

"It's them again! That group of rich second generations racing! This is the third time they've openly raced!!!"

"Is no one in charge?! Where's the police?"

"He has money, what can you do? Get caught once, pay a fine once, wait for a period of time to calm down, and then come out to do things again, what can you do?"

Countless passers-by were discussing, all kinds of wry smiles and insults resounded in the sky, many strong men showed displeasure, but deep in their eyes, there was an expression of eagerness to try.

Drag racing, in the open United States, is nothing at all. All kinds of black modification factories and black technicians are very popular with the rich and drag racing people, because they can transform the strongest locomotives. , Facing the different eyes of passers-by, galloping like lightning, enjoying the pleasure of speed to the fullest.

Many dirt-eating passers-by couldn't stand the stimulation, and ran home angrily, drove out their car, and drove on the road with arrogance, stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, screaming strangely.

There are some guys who drive dusty old cars, and when they start the engine, they make a harsh bang, as if they are going to explode at any time, but the owners still join the competition with great interest.

The police, pissed off, drove a police car, with a megaphone, alongside a slow, black, smoking vintage car.

A policeman sitting in the passenger seat stuck his head half way out of the window, and said angrily, "Dad, why don't you come out and embarrass yourself?!"

"Boy, I was also a master in drag racing back then, but I retired later..."

The police were about to die of anger, back then? What was the speed of the car back then! What is the speed of the car now!

Start at one hundred speeds per hour! Two hundred is normal!

Especially some lunatics dare to go three or four hundred per hour without being afraid of being hit to death!

All the policemen, including him, looked angrily at the luxury convoy ahead, cursing in their hearts.

The weird guy in the lead, of course, is no stranger to the traffic policemen. He is a rich second generation who is addicted to modifying vehicles, but somehow, he has changed his hobby from sports cars to trucks!

Drag racing with a truck? Who do you think you are, Donnie the Mechanic?

"Those guys, we must send them to prison this time, no matter how much money they have, no matter what background they have, they will never be released on bail!" a policeman yelled angrily.

The other policeman was very calm, leaning comfortably on the seat,

He whistled and said, "It's not that you don't know the guy in the lead. He clearly regarded himself as Downey. He really thought he could soar the speed of the plane... Hey, even Downey can't beat his chariot." Soar to the speed of the plane?"

"He can, just need to control the high-speed rail." A policeman continued.

The leading flashy young man was content to drive his truck all the way, which is a spectacle, but all high-speed vehicles are very particular about their structure, basically in an arc shape to reduce resistance and their own weight.

But this guy didn't, so he got a truck, hollowed out a lot of metal structures, replaced it with a super powerful engine, and drove all the way.

That's right, a large part of the interior of this truck has been hollowed out. It's almost like expelling the shell. If the owner hits the car with a gust of wind, hehehe, the picture is so beautiful...

The young man driving looked at the rear mirror, and those companions who were left behind by him showed complacent expressions. They held the steering wheel with their left hand and held a cigarette in their right hand. They took a good puff and smoked.

He is a motorcycle enthusiast, and he was originally a normal and good young man-only interested in sports cars.

But two things happened in succession, which made him completely give up on old-fashioned sports cars, and turned his interest to trucks.

The first thing was that he tried to hook up with a woman with a good figure and wearing a black tights. Until now, he couldn't forget that woman, especially the breasts that were about to explode and the thighs that were exposed.

He tried to hang her with a sports car, but was ignored, and the woman got into a truck directly...

Oh, that woman's name is Amanda Falcone.

The second thing happened not long ago. He met a woman in a red dress. At first glance, it was like being shot by an arrow from Cupid, the god of love. He was full of confidence to go up to hook up, but for some reason, when he realized it again, he was already at the other end of the road, and the beauty in red walked straight into a private manor.

In the gate that hadn't closed in time, he caught a glimpse and saw a cool blue truck.

"What kind of sports car, shit, these days, trucks are the mainstream! And I will be the leader who leads the new trend!"

His aesthetic seems to have suffered some terrible misunderstanding and has taken a U-turn.

The young man squinted his eyes, while being happy, he was inevitably a little depressed.

He was so handsome, young and rich, and fell on top of the truck twice in a row.

It's fine if the opponent is more handsome and richer than him, but it's nothing, the common denominator is the cool truck.

Since then, the young man has been obsessed with the cool truck like a demon.

"I will be the new king of racing cars in the world! What kind of sports car, bullshit, that short and delicate appearance is too ridiculous, only a bitch can drive a sports car! A strong truck is the romance of a real man..."

Thinking in this way, the young man fell into self-intoxication and couldn't extricate himself.

The young man subconsciously glanced at the rear car mirror. Those accomplices were eating dirt behind his buttocks, and they couldn't help showing contemptuous expressions. He glanced at the dial again, and the speed had reached two hundred, which was the standard for rally racing.

Looking at it, the young man couldn't help showing an arrogant expression.

"Buzz!!!"

There was a deafening engine sound, as if explosives had been detonated in the engine cylinder.

The young man frowned, guessing in his heart, which idiot chased him on a motorcycle, probably that group of annoying policemen again.

The young man glanced at the rear car mirror again. What he saw made him feel as if he had been hit hard, his mind roared continuously, and his eyes suddenly became dull.

"This... this..." The young man's throat roared, and he couldn't squeeze out a word. It seemed that he was blocked by something terrible, and he almost suffocated.

A blue Big Mac with a height of four meters, the body is painted with a brand-new flame-like pattern, and the front of the car is still standing with hot spikes.

And on the front of the car, there is even a weird face-like logo.

This big guy, which was bigger and heavier than his car, was like a roaring mountain, and the raging engine seemed to be tethered to a roaring monster!

In just a few seconds, from appearing in the field of vision to keeping pace with each other! After a few more seconds, he overtook him easily! ! !

A giant blue truck that looked like a giant mountain was dragging a heavy trailer box more than ten meters long behind it. Like throwing away his son, he easily threw the chariot he was most proud of behind.

The eyes of the young man were bloodshot at some point, and the pupils were dull without a trace of color.

The dropped cigarette butt fell to the thigh and burned the skin, but none of them caused the slightest reaction from the young man. In his eyes, only the berserk monster, the giant that shouldn't exist!

"How is this possible, how is this possible, this is not scientific at all..." The young man stared blankly, talking nonsense, "I know the most advanced modification methods, but how can there be such a racing car that is like a super heavy truck!!! "

"What's more, it's running so fast!! How is this possible, it's not scientific at all!!!"

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