Happy Little Mayor

In horse racing, stealing is to run away.

Like track and field, the first run will be warned when racing, and the second run will be disqualified.

Wang Bo looked through the telescope. Local tyrant Jin's face didn't care, and Ma Long's brows were down, looking as if he was old and inactive.

In short, no one cares about this violation.

After all the horses are basically stable, the sender re-issues the starting signal, and the flag is waving, the horses gallop!

‘Oh! ‘A dozen horses rushed out almost at the same time.

When the timekeeper saw the head of the first horse crossing the starting line, he started the stopwatch and started timing on the screens around the field.

The horses came out, and the audience was boiling:

"Hey, Sir Turin, come on! You will always be the best guy!"

"Yes, Sir Turin, rush forward, go and win!"

"It's good that Sir Turin is going to come first. What a great bastard!"

More people shouted for the boiling police car:

"Go to create a record! My good boy, run hard! Run hard!"

"Let the soul boil and let the wind run with you! Asshole, run faster!"

"The police car never stops! This victory belongs to you, you belong to you!"

These two horses have the most bets, the sharp visual fame and the highest voice, but there are not so many people who actually bet on it, because the odds are too low, everyone wants to make a lot of luck.

In the enthusiastic shout, a sharp arrow shot suddenly!

With golden light, the local tyrant Jin Meng, who did not have an advantage in the starting, started to accelerate.

The commentator who was commenting on Doma immediately noticed it and exclaimed: "Look at Runway 8! Oh my god, oh god, there is a bad boy on Runway 8!"

"I can't believe it, why can it run so fast with its short legs ?! Its explosive power is so terrible, this bad boy is accelerating! Sorry for boiling the police car, it is catching up with you!"

Within the first 100 meters of the start, all horses must advance along their own runway, and they must not enter other runways to surpass the preceding race, otherwise it will be a foul.

After rushing to the 100-meter line, Malone stood up from the horse's back and lay on the back of the tyrant's golden neck like a monkey. They quickly changed lanes to the next runway, and in front of it was Sir Turin on runway 10.

"Beyond the boiling police car continues to run wild, my God, and now Sir Turin has also been caught up to it! I read it right, gentlemen, this guy rushed from the penultimate to the second camp, using only a hundred meters ?! "

Running past Sir Turin, Tyrant King continued to change lanes.

According to the rules of horse racing, during the race, athletes must not stop other horses from going forward, must not harass other horses, and must not talk to others. During the last 200 meters, the leading athlete must not ride towards the outer ring of the track to avoid obstructing the sprint of other athletes.

However, according to the rules, if an athlete wants to surpass the previous athlete and horse, he must be on the right side, that is, the outer ring, so Malone must first grab the outer track.

The boiling police car is also a young horse racer, aggressive and aggressive, and grumpy.

Seeing the tyrant gold surpassing himself, it is angrily accelerating and wants to regain its advantage.

As a result, it was anxious and wrong for a moment, and the jockey with too big stride just wanted to adjust the posture with its sprint.

Fortunately, they are all professional athletes. The jockey calmly and calmly dragged the boiling water of the police car to slow it down, and then resumed running on horseback.

Wang Bo asked nervously: "Does n’t the drop off affect the eligibility?"

Hani nodded and said, "Well, during the race, the athletes dropped off the horses or the horses entered the arena. They can still be launched from the place where the accident occurred or entered the races to continue the race. Disqualified. "

On the right side of the runway, the local tyrant Jinru entered an unmanned state and began an unbridled acceleration.

The commentator shouted in a high-pitched and fierce voice: "No. 8 No. 8 No. 8! Go and see No. 8 my God! It must have carried a circle of rockets on its body, it is now a rocket, and I see it falling Push the barrel! Good job, it rushed to the top! "

Successfully surpassing the first Sir Turin, Tyrant King is about to turn.

At this time, the sharp vision behind caught up, after all, it is the defending champion, and its strength is still very strong.

And at this time it is located in the inner ring of local tyrant gold is located in the outer ring, local tyrant gold runs more than it.

But what about it? In the face of absolute strength, no skill or trick is useless!

The tyrant gold's four legs are constantly ejecting at a speed that is indistinguishable to the naked eye. On the outer ring, it turns out that it runs parallel with the sharp vision of the inner ring!

The commenter wailed: "Sharp vision must be full of frustration at this moment! Killing heart, eighth won! Eighth killed all opponents! It made its opponents despair!"

The outer corners run faster than the inner ones, which is indeed one of the things that makes other racers desperate.

What makes them even more desperate is: "Oh my **** my god, No. 8 local tyrant gold, yes that's the name, local tyrant gold is still accelerating! It is still incredible speeding up! What is it doing? I have to Look at its test report after the game! If it is not taking stimulants, this guy is a born king! "

The distance of 1,200 meters seemed to reach the final sprint distance among the horses.

Entering the final 200 meters distance, Tyrant Gold has been far ahead. At this time, Malone suddenly lifted up his body, and Tyrant Gold subconsciously reduced his speed.

But this does not affect their performance, because the second sharp vision behind them is still a few horses away from them, which is like being separated by nature!

Near the finish line, everyone exclaimed:

"God God! The championship is so cold!"

"Don't do that. I bet eight thousand! Sharp vision come on!"

"It rushed in, it came at me, this guy is terrible!"

"A round of rising sun is rising, we will look back on this year a few years later, we will remember this day, the heroes retreat, and the rich local emperor ascended to the throne!" The commentator concluded the final result.

Tyrant Gold won the first name with an unquestionable advantage. After shaking his neck mane through the finish line like a whirlwind, he continued to run for a hundred meters before decelerating. This is also a requirement of horse racing.

Malone raised his arms for the first time, then clamped Tyrant King with his legs and started jogging along the track.

Looking at the cheering crowd and the flashing camera around, the old man was full of tears, and he shouted, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" (To be continued.)