American Comics: BOSS Invasion

After running a lap, Ryosuke Takahashi only used a little over four minutes. When he got out of the car, he remained calm. Ryosuke Takahashi, who always exuded a sense of suppleness, had a flush of excitement on his face.

This made Takumi couldn't help but take another look.

"I know you have many questions about this car, but I am just an investor and I don't care about the scientific aspects. If you want to know the scientific principles and a series of data, I will arrange for you to meet with the design team when you have time, so you can speak freely. Of course, before that, the team you form must be our full-time team!"

What followed was no longer suspenseful. Ryosuke Takahashi originally wanted to form his own team, but even though he was a rich second generation, he couldn't come up with so much money in a short time. Having someone invest was a rare good thing for him, and there was no reason to refuse. As long as he could control the team, the more money the better, especially since the person in front of him also possessed automotive technology that surpassed the current stage.

For a racer, both the car and the driver are indispensable. Technology is important, but the car's performance is even more important.

He had no reason to refuse.

Just to show persistence, or to fight for a larger share for himself, he didn't agree immediately, but only asked to go back and consider it, and make a detailed plan first.

Qi Shan readily agreed, and also asked about Takumi Fujiwara, how he felt about not winning first place?

Facts have proved that Takumi Fujiwara, with his salted fish personality, has no competitive spirit at all. He came here tonight just to complete the task, and whether he wins or loses is the same result.

Who knows when the next race will be, as for the so-called Akina Speedstar, it's just an empty name.

Takumi Fujiwara cares even less.

Moreover, she was just a little shy, not that her brain wasn't working. After seeing LA's super performance and watching the other party overtake her, she was already mentally prepared.

Perhaps he wouldn't touch racing for a long time.

In any case, the result was good for Qi Shan, because the system actually prompted him that he had broken a complete story line.

This surprised Qi Shan a bit. After thinking about it carefully, he understood a bit. After all, this is racing, and there can only be one Akina Speedstar. Qi Shan won Takumi Fujiwara in front of everyone, and no matter how Takumi wins in the future, he will not be able to obtain the title of Akina Speedstar.

Don't underestimate this small change, the impact is no less than that of the butterfly in Siberia.

Qi Shan was very happy, anyway, he completed the task and broke a complete plot.

As for how Takumi Fujiwara will develop in the future, whether he will honestly sell tofu and spend his life with a female classmate who likes * * * *, or after a period of frustration, pick up his racing career again.

That's none of Qi Shan's business.

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While Qi Shan was racing in Gunma Prefecture, Duan Delu's mission progress finally advanced to the final step.

At this time, he was broadcasting live in the studio. All the staff were firmly tied to their chairs, like kindergarten children, sitting in neat rows. Their faces were filled with horror, and even though their mouths were stuffed with thick towels, they still couldn't control their whimpering.

Duan Delu stood in front of the director, slowly fiddling with the speakers and connecting wires.

"Don't shout, don't shout, I know what you want to say!

But this is reality, not a movie. Would a big villain who is determined to make trouble be persuaded to surrender by a few words from an irrelevant person?

Of course that's impossible, so I advise you to be honest and watch me play a video. As long as you don't mess with me in the middle, I promise not to harm your lives!"

Duan Delu suddenly looked up at the large group of staff, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile exuding a cold aura.

"I only have this little request, so before I finish, I hope everyone doesn't cause me any trouble, otherwise I will kill people!"

When saying the last sentence, a dagger suddenly popped out of Duan Delu's palm. The bright blade shone under the light, which was shocking.

"According to the information I checked before, our TV station will connect with other TV stations around 8:00 to jointly broadcast a Sony advertisement.

I remember that the big shots on the board of directors spent a lot of money to obtain the broadcasting rights in order to show their influence, which means that at 8:00, the signals from other TV stations will all be transferred from our TV station. You make sure it can cover every TV set that is turned on in Japan, right?"

Wuwu!

"Okay, it seems I didn't choose the wrong place. It's really my goal. Don't worry, I'll let you go after watching a short video!"

The expression on Duan Delu's face was very strange, not a trace of fear, but more gloating and curiosity.

He slowly took out a video recorder and slowly pushed a videotape into it, then pressed the release signal.

At the same time, the second hand of the clock on the studio wall fell on 12 again. It was now 8:00 pm, and the signals from all TV stations were connected.

Duan Delu excitedly pressed the send button. On the huge projection, a flurry of snowflakes instantly appeared, and then the classic clip began to play.

Tens of millions of TV sets throughout Japan showed the same picture. Some were confused, some were at a loss, and some were trembling.

But no matter how terrible the dark creature is, as long as you put it in the sun and expose it to the eyes of the public, changes will quietly occur.

In order to get rid of the curse on himself, Duan Delu can sell another person without hesitation, but he is a reincarnator after all, and completing the task is the primary goal. Since Sadako's video can only harm one person each time, then he will let her face all the audience.

Duan Delu was very curious about what would happen next!

Sadako's videotape was quickly finished. The director cut the rope on his hand with a small dagger, and almost rolled and crawled to the control room. When he pressed the switch advertisement store, the entire video was over. He sat on the swivel chair with a pale face, his whole person stunned, and he turned a deaf ear to the cries for help from his colleagues.

He kept chanting: "It's over, it's over, it's over!"