The first game of Canned Comeback was empty. In the big square in Los Angeles, the screams of the hosts from the scene from the tweeter made everyone crazy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, have you heard the cheers from the scene?! Everyone was cheering for the can, and everyone held the canned posters in their hands. This racecourse was once called the ocean of cheering!"

"This is the first time I have seen such a scene! Many people cheered for a horse! Opposite me, 26 horses lined up, and the cans were on the inside of the runway! It was quietly waiting for the start of the race!"

Although the people on the Los Angeles Plaza could not see the live competition, the public had already heard the excitement from the scene from the broadcast.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has entered the court! The game is about to begin! We will wait and see the result!"

As the commentator's tone became stronger, the Los Angeles Square suddenly became silent.

"Bang!" A gunshot came from the radio, and the cheers were like tsunamis of mountains and rivers.

"God! 26 horses charge at the same time! Let me see where the can is?!...It is there! In the middle of the team! God, is this a common tactic of canning to preserve strength?! Or is it less physically strong than before!? Let's wait and see!"

"The first lap has passed! The can now be around 15th place, and the leader is a No. 9 racehorse, one of the five winners selected by Louisiana! It is like a shell!" The head's position has risen a little, probably in the tenth place, not the eleventh place, the race is too intense, so many horses are almost crowded together!"

"The third lap has passed..."

“The fourth lap…”

"The fifth lap! The can now rise two more positions, and now it is in the fifth! It is still nearly fifty meters away from the first horse!"

"It's so exciting! It's so nervous! My palms are sweating! It seems that the canned food has recovered well. Although the movements are not as smooth as before when running, the speed is not much different from before! Such a horse is simply an angel!"

"The sixth lap is about to start. Will the cans charge? Let's wait...the sixth lap...the charge!The cans charge! This is its first speedup, one, two, it is now ranked third! It's so exciting! Wonderful!"

"I don't know how many of these people at the scene won the can. I bought it anyway! I think today is the lucky day for canned food! Canned food will definitely be the first to cross the finish line!"

"Look at its running posture! Every muscle in its body is exerting force, it is simply flying! Such a pony can have such speed. Only canned food in the whole United States have such ability!"

"As a person who likes horse racing, it's enough to watch such a race in his life and to see the can running with his own eyes!"

"Lap 7! The key lap! My God! The can is speeding up again! It is now running side by side with the second place, and the two horses are almost stuck together! It seems that the second place horse doesn't want the can to rush over! They start competing and hitting each other!"

"God! God!"

The last few words from the radio made me open my eyes all of a sudden. Not only me, but also the few people next to me, were all nervous.

As we all know, except for canned horses, all purely breed tall horses. The canned food is very small and the body has just recovered. If it hits each other, it will definitely be the one who suffers.

"A bitch, you can run away if you have the ability! Why do you have to hit me?"

"Yes! This is shameless!"

People in the square cursed.

The sound on the radio continued: "Two horses moved forward at the same time, with the canned food attached to the inside of the track! It was a little difficult to run. It was completely forced by the horse next to it!"

"I have never seen such a scene before. Objectively speaking, it is not fair! However, there is no regulation on the racetrack that you are not allowed to force your opponents. So this is not a foul! Now it depends on whether the canned food can charge."

"God! God! Not good! Not good!"

The voice of the commentator on the radio made me clench my fists at once.

"I have to twist off the tongue of this bitch's commentator! What kind of cracker! I can't explain it clearly!" Stiller was anxious.

"How is the canned food?" Kava next to her was already jumping up.

"Cans are fine! Cans are fine! But, the rider seems to be in trouble!" The commentator's voice relaxed my heart. At the same time, I lifted it up.

The rider is in trouble! Isn’t the rider House? What’s wrong with House!?

I gritted my teeth and turned to Coolidge and said, "Calvin, I ask you to achieve national broadcast of Lockettke TV as soon as possible!"

"You don't need to say this! I will do this myself when I go back! I can't see the TV, it's so urgent!" Coolidge was so anxious that he scratched his head.

"The rider on the canned body, Mr. House. It seems that his left leg was injured! In the collision just now, the can was forced to the inside, and Mr. House's left leg squeezed to the guardrail and stretched a long distance forward! God. The injury is very serious! It is definitely not serious! I wonder if there is any fracture!?"

The commentator's words made me feel heartbroken.

There are usually wooden fences on the inside of the runway, or marble walls are made of ground, and two horses are moving forward at high speed. The rider's legs hit the fence or marble wall and dragged them far away. He could figure out what kind of problem would occur with his toes!?

Fracture?! Still light! Maybe it will have a comminuted fracture and the entire leg will be ruined!

House is the best rider in the United States today. If one leg is broken, it means he will always say goodbye to the field!

"No! Impossible!" Kava shouted in pain beside me.

He and House have been acquainted for a long time. After such a long time of dating, the two have become close friends. How can Kava not be nervous when he hears his friend having an accident on the court?

"House was injured! But he didn't stop! God! Does he want his legs anymore??" The commentator's voice became hurried.

"Stiller. Call Gans and ask him to ask House to quit the game! If this continues, his legs will be ruined!" I shouted at Stiller with a face.

"Boss!" Stiller looked at me, his eyes full of reluctance, but also deep helplessness.

"Go!" I nodded firmly.

Stiller turned his head and ran to the cafe next to him, and picked up the phone.

"The seventh lap! The last critical moment! Oh! There is a situation! There is a situation! Mr. Gans from DreamWorks walked to the sidelines! Let's see what he is going to do! God! My eyes are not dazzled! He raised a white flag! He asked House to launch the game!"

"What a pity, it's a pity. The cans in this game are fine, but the rider has an accident! But Mr. House is good!"

"No! My God! Ladies and gentlemen. Mr. House seemed to ignore Mr. Gans' request! He accelerated! He accelerated!"

The sound from the radio was hoarse.

"This bitch is a house!" My eyes suddenly became wet as I listened to the commentator's voice.

Last time, after the ligaments on the ligaments of the limbs were broken, House told me how the can was performing on the field, and she burst into tears while talking.

That time, he issued an order to withdraw from the competition to the can. But the can did not listen, and it chose to run desperately!

This time, it was replaced by House!

This young man now regards the honor of canning and DreamWorks higher than anything, including his own legs!

What else can I say when facing such a person!?

"Speed ​​up! Canned speed up! It surpassed the second horse! It began to charge to the first horse!"

"Long live!"

“Long live canned food!”

“Good!”

There was joy in the Los Angeles Plaza!

Many people held their arms high, their facial features twisted with excitement!

The DreamWorks people next to me all lowered their heads and wiped the tears from their faces.

"The last lap! This race became the final battle between Can and No. 9 Horse Racing! Can is still accelerating, but its opponent seems to be starting to speed up!"

"It's a turn! It's time to turn! Can the can still use its unique skill - the death turn?! There are still ten meters. Ten meters... Beautiful! The death turn! The perfect death turn! The big tail of the can is still so magical! It has completed this action! Now, it is already on par with No. 9! No, the can must be a little ahead!"

"The last 30 meters! Both horses are doing the final charge!"

"Ten meters! Ten meters still! God, rushed over! rushed over!"

"Can wins! Can wins! It surpasses No. 9 and a whole horse!"

"victory!"

"victory!"

The people on the square suddenly shouted, and many people took off their hats and threw them into the air!

These people hugged each other and burst into tears, even though many of them hadn't seen the can.

These people heard the news that the can won. But they did not hear the commentator said later: "Mr. House fell from his horse!"

I understand more than anyone else what this sentence means!

The legs hit the inside of the runway. They were then dragged for a long distance. Then they ran violently and bumped after nearly two laps at high speed.

House's leg is probably going to be ruined!

He exchanged one leg of his floor for the victory of canned food! The glory of Dreamworks! The dreams and immortal hopes of Americans!

I didn't know what to say. I just kept nodding and then took everyone out of the square.

"Call Gans and ask about House's injury. If the hospital over there is not good, ask them to fly to Los Angeles!" When I said this to Stiller, my tone was very heavy.

On the way back, the car was silent.

When he arrived at the office, Stiller called.

"Boss, we have sent House to the hospital. Now he is unconscious. The doctor pushed him into the operating room and is performing surgery on him!" On the other side of the phone, Gans' voice was very anxious.

"What do you say about the doctor?" I asked loudly.

"The specific result has not come out yet, but when I came in, the doctor did a simple examination. They told me that House's left leg was completely broken and it was very likely to be ruined. Even if the operation was successful, I would probably only walk but not run for the rest of my life, let alone ride a horse." Gans cried and cursed: "This bitch is raised, this time I've tried my best!"

"After the operation is completed, take House back to Los Angeles! He is the hero among all of us!" I sighed and hung up the phone with a sob.

Three hours later, Gans called again. This time, he told me about House's final result.

The operation was completed. It was very successful. House had saved one leg, but for the rest of his life he could only walk and could not run.

Although his legs can basically be connected after surgery, they cannot bear the huge pressure from running. If it is hard, his legs will definitely be ruined.
To be continued...