Chapter 293 Alan Transforms Into a Chariot to Participate in the Competition

Sakaar, a planet that Gao Tianzun has been operating for a long time.

It is full of tall buildings, like a modern city on earth.

This planet that accommodates wandering races is inhabited by various exiled races, and abides by the laws set by Gao Tianzun.

At the same time, Sakaar is a tourist planet, with various events held all year round, attracting many tourists from cosmic civilizations.

Moreover, the prize money for various events is very high, which attracts cosmic civilizations to compete and brings in tourist economy.

Therefore, Gao Tianzun is considered a very wealthy businessman.

Of course, there is the golden signboard of the universe elder to protect it, avoiding prying eyes from all parties.

After paying the registration fee, Allen and others moved to the studio dedicated to the participating teams, which is equivalent to exempting accommodation fees. It not only provides rest bedrooms, but also some basic chariot tools.

The attendant asked with a professional smile: "Excuse me, is your team's chariot shipped from the port?"

Looking at the Guardians of the Galaxy and others, there is no report of the chariot transportation mark, so I kindly remind them.

"Some things can't be concealed anymore."

At this time, Alan held his forehead with one hand, put one hand on his waist, and crossed his legs in a melancholy posture.

All of a sudden, everyone in the studio focused their eyes on him, and they were confused. What was he going to do?

The main thing is that he didn't have a chariot, but he had to sign up for the Speed ​​Supreme Cup. Could it be that he had to rely on his two legs to race against other people's four wheels?

"Sir, I don't understand what you mean?" The attendant asked awkwardly, complaining in his heart that the other party was too dramatic.

"Obviously, I am a chariot."

Alan flicked his hair and smiled evilly.

For a moment, the attendant was speechless.

Although the rules do not stipulate the style of the chariot, please don't lie with your eyes open.

Alan asked casually: "Can't I be a chariot?"

"Of course, no problem, sir."

The attendant resumed his smile and had no intention of arguing with the mentally ill. Anyway, he paid the registration fee, and it was his business if he was willing to chase the chariot with his legs.

As soon as the servant left, Hela couldn't help but question: "You are wasting money. The team doesn't have much savings."

The transmission fee is 500 energy coins per person, and there is another 10,000 registration fee. The remaining 10,000 energy coins are not enough for daily expenses.

"To be honest, I have been hiding my identity when I am with you. Now I confess."

After saying that, Alan stopped talking and waited for someone to answer.

"Hide your identity?"

Ayesha said with a gloomy look: "Dad, is he really not my dad?"

"Of course not."

Alan said proudly: "I am Megatron, the Decepticon robot from the planet Cybertron."

"..."

Everyone is not blind, can you make up an identity that is more reasonable?

Forget it, no one cares if you are a plastic bag.

"Decepticon transformation."

Under the gaze of his teammates, Alan lay on the floor, and the light rings on his hands burst into light, instantly materializing a domineering chariot.

Uh...

That's it.

No wonder he insisted on signing up when he heard that there was no limit on the form of the tank. He was transformed into a tank. How could a normal person think of such a sassy operation?

All the doors were open, and Allen couldn't wait to urge: "Everyone get in the car and test drive."

"Mom, you come to the driver's seat."

Hela sat in the main driver's seat, and the rest of the teammates squeezed into the car.

Uxus, Thanos, Frank, Ayesha, Yondu, Illusion, Sanhua, all stuffed into the car.

Looking at the soft interior, I couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

"Hiss..., don't touch it, I'm going to leak oil."

Allen's mean voice echoed in the car, and Yondu was so scared that he retracted his hand, and wiped his body with a very disgusted expression.

"Sister Haidai, hold the gear lever tightly. It's the one standing up next to your right hand. Oh my..., it's going to be deformed if you use so much force..."

Hearing the unbearable words, Hela raised Thor's hammer with a sullen face and threatened: "Can you speak properly?"

And Allen's face was reflected on the steering wheel, and he said shyly: "I want to add some human-car flirting functions to give users a better driving experience. It's all energy, not really my body."

"No need, if you make any strange noises again, I promise to electrocute you." Hela warned with narrowed eyes.

"Okay, mom, I'm a good and obedient child."

After that, Allen's face sank, and then he shouted: "Aunt Ake, the first bullet, the first scene, the mother and child in the car..."

Boom!

Before he finished speaking, dense lightning filled the whole car.

Hela really doesn't tolerate bad mouth.

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“The 365th Speed ​​Supreme Cup officially opens…”

On the rostrum, Gao Tianzun, wearing eye shadow, was in high spirits to support the competition.

For the famous competitions on Saka Star, Gao Tianzun usually announces the opening.

The audience in the stands were excited, and the cheers were loud and loud, looking forward to the exciting competition.

The Speed ​​Supreme Cup, also known as the Death Race.

Once, the highest mortality rate was as high as 90%.

However, the higher the mortality rate, the more excited the audience was to buy in.

While watching the event, many people bet on who will be the first place. Once they bet on it, they can get several times the bonus return rate.

"There are still many popular players in this event, including the champions of the previous five sessions. Of course, the more than 20 players who have been hovering in the second and third place have the hope of becoming dark horses..."

As Gao Tianzun was telling the story, one chariot after another landed on the track.

Some of the popular chariots that the audience shouted out were the objects of their bets.

New chariots are usually cannon fodder, and they may die in the competition after participating in one session.

A chariot wrapped in colorful streamers is particularly eye-catching.

Other participating chariots are alloy bodies, equipped with many weapons, and the colorful chariot has no trace of matching weapons except that it looks like a car.

"This colorful chariot comes from the Guardians of the Galaxy, a team of pure rookies. You can bet on it and maybe it will create a miracle."

When Gao Tianzun introduced it, he did not forget to trick the audience into betting.

Unfortunately, no one was moved.

It's meaningless to look cool. You will probably be eliminated once you leave the safe zone.

The track doesn't seem to be very long, but you need to complete twenty laps, and the track keeps changing during the process, simulating various environments to increase the difficulty.

The difference in the number of laps is too large, providing shortcuts for the players who fall behind too much to catch up, forcing the players to compete with each other to death.

If there is no death embellishment in the event, it will inevitably decline and no longer bring benefits.

There is no doubt that Gao Tianzun is unwilling to lose a cash cow.

"Sister Haidai, I'm a little nervous."

Alan stuck his head out and looked Hela in the eye.

The chariot only allows one driver, so the goddess of death with terrible physical fitness is naturally arranged to take the field.

"You are not afraid of the Seven Lanterns, so why do you need to be afraid of these ants?" Hela asked in confusion.

Allen said shyly: "I am afraid that someone will hit my oil pipeline."

"..."