No calculations were needed—the combination of "80 kilometers per hour" and "flesh and blood" could only conjure up various bloody scenes of traffic accidents in one's mind.
Operating technician Russell Corporal quickly flipped through the map book strapped to his left forearm, his gaze following the lines beneath the transparent celluloid for a while before a cold smile crept onto his lips.
"There's a triple bend coming up, with the speed that our hero is going, if he crashes and falls off his horse, his bones will shatter into dust, won't they?"
"If that guy still has a breath in him after he falls off his horse..."
The left periscope operator whispered to the mouthpiece:
