Chapter 907

"Head, head, head".

When William smiled, he heard the engineer who was inspecting the car before him rush over quickly and whispered to Old Jim,

"Our system has been hacked, tampered with, and," the engineer hesitated for a few seconds, "it appears to be, ".

"It's a good thing, isn't it a lot?" William said with a smile, "Did you update the program when you have time?"

"Yes, yes, boss", the engineer replied in surprise, and Old Jim understood immediately.

Looking at William, he said, "You got it done so quickly?"

"How long will it take?" William chuckled, "It's just an oil control program." He looked at the paparazzi who had entered the media area and kept taking pictures and other media who rushed over.

William waved his hand over there, attracting a flash of light, and then heard a roar.

Looking back, he saw Sol's racing car jumping out.

"Damn."

Seeing the racing car that was obviously too fast and started to drift, William cursed in a low voice while covering his forehead.

Sure enough, the car hadn't entered the main track yet, because Sol was not familiar with the steering wheel, and he was desperate not to slow down.

In just two seconds, when the car's speed reached 100 kilometers, the tires began to shake and hit the buffer bucket directly.

There was a loud "bang", and at the same time as the water splashed, the front of the car broke, and the car body rolled twice before falling onto the bucket.

"God".

Just started taking pictures, can you take such a vigorous picture? Is this God looking after everyone?

A group of paparazzi and reporters wanted to jump into the track and take pictures at close range.

For a moment, the scene seemed to stand still.

The staff was still awakened by a series of flashing lights before thinking of saving people.

"Go to save people, go to save people."

Old Jim yelled at the engineer beside him, and rushed forward himself.

But before rushing a few meters, a piece of debris flew out from the side of the car, and then everyone looked at it in horror. Sol, who kicked the guardrail of the car cab,

The one who cursed loudly stood up without saying anything, and slapped the car frame with a slap, directly slapping the scrapped car a few meters away and hitting the buffer wall of the track.

"Come on, God, this, this is Superman possessed."

Only old Jim, who had heard William's nonsense, looked at Sol in shock, and then shouted at William with joy,

"Boss, I beg you, you must open this newly developed space suit to all racers."

Old Jim, who returned to William's side, was so excited that he wanted to grab William's shoulders, but William, who didn't have a space suit at all, would ignore him.

Turn sideways to avoid the old man and walk in the direction of Sol.

"Boss, even if a set is 10 million pounds, there are plenty of teams willing to buy it. The racing suits you transform from this space suit can sell for billions of pounds."

Hearing Old Jim's words, William couldn't help speeding up his pace while holding the umbrella, and shouted to Saul, "Stop, Saul."

Old Jim, who was chasing William, was immediately stopped by Sean who rushed over after hearing the sound, "What space suit, what ten million pounds?"

The paparazzi and reporters who also heard the old man yelling, immediately realized that William was the first person in space, wouldn't it be normal to make a new space suit?

Can't help but turn the camera on old Jim.

But the old Jim who was caught at this time, as if remembering a secret issue, pulled Sean to explain in a low voice, making all the paparazzi and reporters hate their teeth.

I can only use my talent for brain supplementation, and start writing in my notebook.

Pulling the cursing Saul away from the crash scene, William whispered to him, "When someone asks, just say you're fine because of the racing suit you're wearing.

Lest these ordinary people panic because of your actions just now."

"That's okay." Seeing that William didn't blame him for crashing the car, Solna still disagreed.

"No, I have to drive again. It was because I was driving for the first time and I was not familiar with the steering wheel. It's not that I am not capable."

"Okay, okay, if you want to drive for a while, we should charter a yacht and call a group of goblins to let you drive enough."

"No, no," Sol pulled William and shook his head, "I must learn how to race cars, or if my friends in God's Domain find out, they will definitely laugh at me."

"Sunday, let someone clean the track", Saul insisted on it, and William didn't care about a racing car, if he really wanted it, let Sunday build it on planet x17,

You can have as many cars as you want, and there is no need to embarrass Sol because of this.

It took a lot of time for the track staff to clean up the track. William and Wilson stood beside a new racing car, looking at the unusually focused Soldau,

"You follow the tips on Sunday, drive slowly for a few laps, and then increase the speed when you are familiar with the vehicle's performance and driving skills."

"Understood, no problem, I can do it for sure."

Learning a lesson from a failed start, Sol was extremely cautious from the start this time, turning out of the maintenance area as smoothly as a turtle.

But as soon as he entered the main track, his eyes widened, and he speeded up under the reminder of Sunday.

Half a circle down, turning five or six corners, Saul, who is used to flying with Thor's Hammer, soared to more than two hundred when entering the one-kilometer straight road.

William standing in the command area, helplessly listening to Sol

There was a whistling sound, and he thought to himself, it seems that this racing car can't be saved.

And what pleased Wilson the most was that Saul, an open-mouthed guy, kept talking on the radio,

We must promote this kind of racing to Asgard, and let the people in God's Domain know that they can have more fun besides fighting and drinking.

After hearing these words, old Jim's expression became strange.

If old Jim had been younger, and he hadn't been the manager of his own team, William would have cast the Forgetting Curse on him.

Patting the old man with earphones, he smiled and said, "In our lives, there are always some things that must be forgotten in our stomachs, right?"

"That's right, that's right, boss."

There was no need for William to threaten, Jim nodded, "Are you guys developing some kind of game?"

"That's right, a game called Asgard God's Domain War," Wilson, who was still a little worried on his face, lied with a smile,

"After the game is developed, I will send you a commemorative CD. Maybe you will like it?"

"Let's talk about it later."

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