Bursting out of the King of Gold Hotel onto the regular track, the Babbage took the lead, with the other five cars "close behind."
The five teams of complete strangers seemed to develop an unspoken understanding. They unleashed their respective tricks, bombs flying alongside machine-gun fire, poison flowing alongside oil slicks.
Whatever else happened, they would make the fight look lively and give the big shot up front a reasonably convincing racing experience.
Actually hitting him? They wouldn't dare.
Boom-boom-boom!
Atop the enormous mining truck, workers in hard hats aimed their cannons at the pirate-ship-style race car and opened a fierce bombardment.
The bearded man in the pirate captain's hat rolled his eyes thoughtfully. He loosened his grip on the steering wheel slightly while barely shielding himself with his self-taught Armament Haki.
Boom!
Smoke billowed and dust flew. The Ship's Wheel and other parts scattered across the ground. Clearly, he'd dropped his equipment.
The fellow went tumbling out and landed "hanging" from a tree in the landscaped area one level below, playing dead in a thoroughly defeated pose.
The surveillance feed displayed his big, "unconscious" face on the giant screen for several seconds.
"Oooh-No. 5! An eighty-seven-million bounty! Fleetfoot Captain Speed-has fallen behind!"
The announcer's howl rang out over the speakers.
Tch! That despicable bastard! ×3
The other three competitors all spat inwardly at almost the same moment.
As for "Gangster Star Vastino," he was currently "doing everything he could" to bring up the rear.
"Hey! Boys! (Don't) take this 'seriously'!"
The mining magnate in the red hard hat "roared" at his worker underlings in yellow hats above him.
Won't it look even less convincing with fewer people?! That damned cowardly lizard!
At that moment, the contestants seemed to share a "telepathic connection." Almost simultaneously, they realized that if nobody