Redline Page #4

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Hi there! I'm a super sexy and gorgeous racer, Boiboi.

I don't know about that, but oh well... I'm Bosbos.

We are Super Boins!

Wanna see my schtick?

I can make all kinds of faces.

See?

How about it? Impressive, huh?

I can make funny faces, too.

So cute!

Now you're creeping me out.

So? What do you say?

Princess! We are going to win for sure!

Planet Supergrass's racing, singing, super idol group.

Here's their new single, "'Zooming Gears''!

And how can we forget this amazing pair?

Heel hero of Alsatia.

The strongest, fastest bounty hunters!

The Mad Brothers - Lynchman and Johnny Boya!

We're Lynchman and Johnny Boya, the bounty hunters.

Don't tell me you haven't heard of us!

We've never failed to catch our targets,

'cause we're so fast.

That bastard Machine Head has beaten us in the past,

but with a new machine, it's gonna be different.

You'll see. I'll repay my debt from the last time in double.

Don't wet your pants, suckers!

Lynchman's Best Fight Series No.7 is now on sale!

What the hell?

Eve

Eve

Looking good.

A test car for training.

I installed an old TRZ Airmaster engine.

No kidding!

You should be able to get a feel for it with this.

Can I?

All yours.

This is great!

This'll do.

That's Sonoshee!

Hey, everyone!

After his dramatic crash in the Yellow Line,

JP's done it again during his latest test run.

Crashing at 300 km per hour, he was miraculously unhurt.

A showdown between rivals.

The day before the Yellow Line that Miki and Todoroki were qualified to race in,

a police vehicle relentlessly chased their speeding car.

It made a bull-charge at the Blue Line champs,

who made it to REDLINE on reserve.

Dirty policeman Hamesh Frini aka ''Gori Rider''!

The tape shows that you've overdone it this time.

I'll bust them cocky racers who dare to challenge me by any means necessary.

You got that?!

Could you explain something, Gori Rider?

A police officer that's supposed to be a moral example committing adultery?

Care to comment on your affair with Ms. Yang-Sue?

Shut up!

A vengeful wild pair from the shining blue planet,

Miki and Todoroki!

Charismatic racers who turn any road into a circuit swear revenge in the REDLINE.

Gori Rider! Motherfuckers!

It's finally here, JP!

Can't get any better than this baby.

An 80 mm thick cylinder block good for 35,000 horsepower.

It's the last Airmaster.

It's not a dream.

We finally got it...

Of course! Who the hell do you think I am?

It's a great engine with extraordinary power.

It's up to you now, Frisbee.

I'll have this in the Transam by morning.

With a beefed up stove, it's good for three loads.

Relax, old man.

I'm putting my reputation at stake here.

Must be a pre-race party going on at Roboworld.

A goddess may see those.

What're you up to at this hour?

Gotta go.

Where the hell is he going?

The big race is tomorrow.

No idea.

My job's done here.

An underground transmission station

The walls are 800 mm thick cosmo titanium.

Fire the shock-breaker!

F*** it up!

Damn Robopolice!

Trespassers detected.

Stand down immediately.

You've got no business here! Get lost!

Hostile intent detected.

Cease your resistance and surrender.

Over my dead body!

Shoot the runner!

You bastard!

Stay the hell down!

What is it?

Coolie hires have attacked our main power station,

so we've switched to auxiliary power.

Large-scale weapons are disabled until power is restored.

Damn them!

Rest assured, Mr. President.

We have a secret weapon ready for anyone entering our atmosphere.

A giant A.I. we've been developing over the years.

Solar system integrated satellite weapon unit...

The hyper-disintegrator cannon!

Please take a look.

Hey, Lynchman.

What?

Why did the Racing Commission put us up to this?

If the hyper-disintegrator was to blast everything to hell,

there wouldn't be any race. That means no betting.

I see.

Get in.

That wouldn't be good for the fat cats.

You know how much money is riding on this?

No idea.

Enough to buy out a couple of planets.

Wow!

Besides, it'll be great publicity for them.

REDLINE's odds'll go up, and so will their margins.

Makes sense.

So this is our target for today?

Sure is!

The main power station's system was attacked

by pro-REDLINE guerrillas consisting of coolie hires.

As a result, the RED-RACERS are kept safe from anti-air strikes.

Roboworld officials are currently conducting repairs.

According to government sources,

the power station's system malfunctioned late last night.

When Robopolice arrived

Your name?

JP?

Where did you get that?

Weird name.

I'm Sonoshee.

Sonoshee.

With REDLINE just a day away,

we should keep our eyes on the racers trying to enter Roboworld.

For this non-stop road race on the military's exercise grounds,

each driver's chosen course will be the key.

We've been profiling the REDLINE racers every evening.

On the eve of the big race, we feature JP,

who only made the cut because another racer dropped out.

Like Lynchman who's notorious for his violent conduct,

JP has a dark past of his own.

According to our research,

this man nicknamed "Sweet JP"

was indeed a race-fixing specialist in the past.

No way!

The Racing Commission should seriously reconsider its

Lucky me. Nothing's busted.

The final day

What was that?

I think it's the Supergrass's scout vessel.

The army of that wicked wizard princess, huh?

So they've teamed up with the REDLINE now, have they?

Keep going, keep going...

A bit more...

Stop!

Too bad you have to race without a test run.

I'll be fine.

JP.

Yeah?

You know the drill, right?

What I know is that it's my show now.

What's that red smoke?

Ta-dah!

Nice work, Princess.

That's a piece of cake.

Planet Supergrass Grass Hall

Planet Supergrass Grass Hall

Now, all we can do is to wait.

We're going there to win, okay?

I have just received information that Supergrass's Red Angels

have successfully marked the finish line by the Roboworld Tower.

That's our princess!

I guess she made it.

Of course.

She's the only one who can use remote magic.

We have to make her proud.

Morning, Sonoshee!

Looks like you're mad at me.

Not really.

We're rivals now anyway.

Once we're on the race track, friendship doesn't mean anything.

I guess you're right.

Uh huh.

Sonoshee.

The ship will enter the drop zone in three minutes.

Good luck, then.

You see the transport ship?

Yes, Mr. President.

Let's say the line marked by our HQ is the finish line.

800 km west above the expected start line: the Knockout Tower.

We detected an energy reading from a hyperdimensional drive.

Hyperdimensional drive?

How dare they violate our airspace using navigation that's supposed to be theoretical!

I'll teach those RED-RACERS a lesson!

Titan! Arm the hyper-disintegrator cannons!

Yes, sir!

Bought your ticket yet?

Hey! You put everything on Sonoshee.

Yeah, Sonoshee's my girl.

You're the man!

Give me those pork buns!

Only three left.

That's fine.

Hey, you! You betting or not?

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