Death Race: Beyond Anarchy Page #5

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You have got to win this race.

Here comes your boyfriend.

Bex, patch me through to Frank.

Hey Frankie.

Hey, Connor, glad you show up

for your date with destiny.

I knew it would come down to us.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

We can start shooting

at each other, or we can drive.

What do you prefer?

Let's drive.

Stage four,

meat packing district.

C'mon! We are running out of time,

take him out already.

What's going on?

FUEL LEVEL:

SYSTEM DIAGNOSTICS

His fuel cell is empty.

What the f***?

Drive, Connor!

We are out of gas.

The fuel line is ruptured.

Don't do it. Just...

Turn around and win your race.

This is Death Race.

He has to die.

He knows it.

He chose it.

Alright!

That's our queue,

send in the chopper.

It's already on route.

Get the f*** outta here.

I got you,

I got you, Jane.

Jam the broadcast to the dark web.

But, this is good stuff...

Just do it!

Cut it for five minutes.

Oh sh*t.

This is what the warden wants.

He wants Frank's death on display.

We give it to him, we'll lose.

F*** him.

The job's done,

let's go!

Hold on.

They send two of us?

Insurance.

Pretty well, huh?

And thanks for the assist.

Everyone was so focused on

you, I flew under the radar.

Let's get the f***

out of this sh*t hole.

Frankenstein is dead,

job well done.

Oh and by the way...

We are all square now.

20 seconds and I'm gone.

Connor, listen up.

Put on the mask,

become Frankenstein.

The sprawl, will never

follow Connor Gibson.

They follow Frankenstein.

Without him,

chaos.

Let's finish this race, Long Beach.

Now, put death race,

back on live.

Goldberg is gonna be pissed.

He put heavy action on Connor.

Easily come, easy go.

F*** you, Valentine.

Yeah!

Yeah!

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