Latent Syndrome

Chapter 130 129. The evil driver

The wipers swayed on the hazy front window, and the water ripples made the scene dreamlike.

"Ahhhh..."

It was unclear whether it was a groan of pain or pleasure, or the cry of a dying man. As the plug was pushed in and hit his neck, Johnny's eyes were dull and his mouth opened wider and wider.

Seven or eight 20CC syringes have been emptied from the passenger seat.

His mind was completely empty, and the scene in front of him began to blur, with noise and color patches appearing like a DVD card, and the hand holding the steering wheel became more and more exhausted.

There were seven or eight people waiting at the taxi stand two hundred meters away. They all held an umbrella in one hand and looked down at their mobile phones.

The world of imagination begins to change.

As the liquid quickly flowed into the heart along the carotid artery, spread throughout the body, and converged on the spine, the warm psychedelic liquid soared up his spine like a mercury meter, reaching the brainstem, wrapping around the entire cerebral cortex and beginning to seep into it.

At this time, Johnny was completely sluggish, his hands gradually separated from the steering wheel, his eyes were empty, and the scene in his eyes began to change.

An electrical noise with poor reception came from the car radio. A few seconds later, disco background music came from it, and a hoarse and enthusiastic radio host announced.

[Dear friends, for your entertainment. 】

[Welcome to the 9593rd Dead Rising Racing Championship. 】

[I am honored to introduce to you this person who has recently returned to hell. 】

[Indiscriminate Killer, Johnny Francesca. 】

Cheers erupted on the radio, and the car map LED screen suddenly became low-pixel, like the bad pixels of the arcade games of the last century. It began to display a blurry pixel picture of Johnny, but it was completely identifiable from the facial features and the scorpion tattoo on his neck. , he is grinning ferociously in the picture.

At the same time, the screen began to scroll, and photos of the other fifteen contestants appeared. They were all blurred pixels, but all of them were ruthless men with a sinister smile.

[The first one to reach the finish line will receive 10,000 points. 】

[Each person lowered in order will lose 2,000 points. 】

【But it doesn’t matter. 】

[Each zombie killed can earn 100 points. In addition, there are no other rules in this game. 】

[You can interfere with or kill other players at will. 】

[Now let everyone be bathed in flames! 】

Scattered zombies with rotting faces and hunched heads appeared on the street. The street also turned into a race track with professional track direction signs. The road in front of the car also had a starting line made of black and white squares.

Johnny knows that this is the real world!

Through latent abyss syndrome, I broke through the imagination forced by symbols and entered the real world!

"I'm back! I'm back!"

Johnny's eyes suddenly regained focus, and he gasped for air. He grinned ferociously, held the steering wheel, and he came back to life.

As long as you live, you will definitely die.

As long as you die, you will live forever.

Somehow, when I am not competing, my body goes into a standby state, acting randomly and out of control. I use fictitious instructions to build language patterns, and live in a simulated pseudo-random open world, where everyone repeats the monotony. Boring conversations and simple text generated by crude engines fill everyone's mouths.

There is no freedom at all.

Only during competitions will I be highly open, and I only live in the competition.

[The player who wins this competition will receive (% ( # )) a one-day trip! 】

[And will Johnny, who has returned to Hell after a long time, still dominate the field as he did back then? 】

【3】

【2】

The countdown begins on the car map, and Johnny knows he has to win this game, and just like everyone dies in the end, he has to do the same.

Buzz buzz...

【1】

【Set off! 】

Johnny's accelerator was welded to death, his face was grinning crazily, and he actually brought...

With some intoxication of pure happiness.

He drove his car randomly into the cars of other contestants on the track, forcing them to turn their steering wheels violently. They would either hit an obstacle and hit the hood with smoke coming out, or they would fly off the track and overturn, exposing the chassis with a loud bang. The explosion ignited fire and the car was destroyed and people were killed.

"Must get higher scores..."

“Got to get more points.”

Johnny was so crazy that he turned the steering wheel and hit the green zombies that were staggering on the sidewalk, covered in rot and sores, and splashed out pools of yellow and green pus from the internal organs.

To him it's just a racing game.

Some zombies move very quickly, dodge the car that collides with them, and hold visceral props to speak in unexplained zombie language.

Johnny looked at the scores that kept jumping on the display screen, and he understood.

"This is an elite zombie! Have a higher score!"

The vehicle was traveling at high speed, but thanks to Johnny's skills far exceeding that of a professional racer, it also maintained terrifying agility and continued to hit those elite zombies who could react quickly.

Didi didi...

Accompanied by crisp electronic sounds, the rankings on the car's electronic screen are constantly changing.

Johnny is now only in third place. The first and second two grinning drivers are also killing zombies to gain points quickly. They also understand that the core of this game is not to be the first to reach the finish line. It’s about being a champion, but about getting more points.

There are names and extremely vivid pixel dynamic avatars on the ranking list. The lower the ranking, the more loser the expression. The mouth is opened and closed in an extremely stupid way, and there are exaggerated large beads of sweat rolling on the forehead.

The dynamic avatar at the top of the list is an exaggerated grin, swaying its head from side to side like a rattle, and is extremely arrogant.

Other players can clear out the zombies much faster than Johnny.

Johnny's ranking was getting lower and lower, until he dropped to eighth place, and his dynamic avatar turned into an idiot, like an imbecile holding the steering wheel with one hand and holding his head with the other hand, with a sad face and a brain-dead look. Opening and closing his mouth.

Looking at the extremely disgusting animated avatar, Johnny was extremely angry and roared with his mouth open.

"No! No!"

"You must kill a special zombie to get the prop card!"

Because it had been a long time since he returned to the real world, Johnny had almost forgotten the rules of the Dead Rising Racing Championship. Although he also signed up to participate in all other competitions, racing was one of his best events, and he actually performed well You have to be so unprofessional and make everyone laugh.

As long as you kill zombies that are different from other zombies and have obvious characteristics, you can get random prop cards, which can be used to equip vehicles to gain more powerful lethality.

His accelerator had already been welded shut. In order to increase the speed, he pulled a trigger to charge nitrogen dioxide from the on-board cylinder into the working cylinder, which not only increased the oxygen content of the intake air but also increased the amount of fuel injection in the fuel supply system. Breathing blue fire, it went faster, crushing the zombies more brutally and efficiently.

finally.

"Found it! Special black zombie!"

Johnny discovered a black zombie, whose whole body was black. Its head was obviously smaller than other zombies, and it moved faster than other zombies.

Even Johnny had to turn the steering wheel several times before hitting it to death. At the same time, it also dropped a prop card, which was a three-dimensional translucent card. He drove the car over and picked it up directly.

"Very good!"

Immediately afterwards, his car began to deform, and two machine gun barrels grew out of the sides of the headlights, emitting white flames.

He no longer hesitated and pressed the firing button.

As the vehicle drove at high speed, machine guns fired wildly at the zombies on the streets on both sides.

Da da da……

All kinds of liquid fragments were going around for free like a big sale.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

His ranking on the car screen shot up quickly, and he soon reached the first place.

Johnny, a pixel dynamic avatar, is grinning ferociously, shaking his head from side to side, looking arrogant and even exaggerated.