The car was speeding on the street like a runaway horse. The roar of the engine was deafening, like the roar of an angry beast, but it was a roar that seemed to be running out of breath and might stop at any time.
He was not the only one who felt thrilled and worried. This crazy taxi also scared many passers-by along the way. All kinds of unbearable words were vaguely transmitted into the car.
However, the vocabulary used was not rich, just a few fucks over and over again. It was just that Ian had no time to popularize practical vulgar words to the people of America.
"Handbrake! Handbrake!" Ian leaned half of his body into the driver's seat, his fingers trying to grasp the protected lever, but he didn't dare to actually let his hand touch the lever.
He is really afraid of overturning the car.
This is the power of acting.
Fortunately, taxi drivers have little ability to distinguish this.
"Go back and sit still! You want to die, but I don't!" The taxi driver was panicking, with beads of sweat on his forehead and beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks, but he didn't choose to slow down or stop. This guy was also a stubborn person, instead of slowing, he picked up the thermos cup and smashed it on Ian's head.
[Berserker Professional Experience +1]
The damage is not small.
Combined with the effect of Ian's previous use of the "upgrade pendant" to continuously "deduct blood", it also gave Ian a little more professional experience, but Ian was not in a happy mood at this time.
"Don't want to die! Why don't you step on the brakes?" Ian grabbed both sides of the front headrests tightly, his tone was annoyed. Normally, he was not a person who easily got angry.
In the face of Ian's yelling.
The driver just remained silent. He just held the steering wheel with one hand, held the stainless steel thermos with the other hand, and smashed it backward violently. Even though Ian moved back, he was still smashing the air.
In this case.
"This is a matter of life and death!"
The driver roared and slammed the accelerator again. The scenery outside the car began to blur, the speedometer needle trembled and approached 250, and the car's body began to emit an ominous metallic whine.
"Hmm? Why don't you look back at my skin color? Is my life not a life?" Ian finally gave up struggling and could only hide behind the driver's seat helplessly.
He grasped the metal railing on the front seat headrest tightly with both hands.
To be honest. Ian was really nervous.
He only hated himself for not bringing a helmet with him when he went out. As long as his head wasn't broken, he could use his skills to heal his broken body.
Certainly, although he was nervous, Ian did not panic completely. After all, as a second-generation hero, he still had one last trump card, which was to shout at the top of his lungs, "Dad, save me."
You have to believe in superhuman speed. He would definitely be able to be rescued before he was torn into pieces. How should I put it? I never felt this way before. Now Ian just wanted to be thankful that his father was really here.
He is the only man on earth who can truly stand tall in the sky.
"I will definitely file a complaint against you, and your license will be revoked!" Ian became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He gritted his teeth and thought that this taxi driver must be mentally ill.
Maybe he was trafficked in from the nearby Gotham City.
"It's so funny! I don't even have a license!" The taxi driver didn't stop waving the thermos cup. He kept hitting the air, obviously afraid that Ian would take advantage of him letting down his guard and launch a sneak attack.
"…"
Ian was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't understand why he was so unlucky. Under his gaze, the taxi was like a GTA game in "single-player mode".
Drifting around a corner?
Basic operations.
He flew over the gap in the unfinished bridge. Not only were sparks flying from the chassis, but he also narrowly passed by the rear end of a tanker truck, and the rearview mirror shattered into pieces with a "snap".
"Shit! Are you filming Fast and Furious?"
Ian's face turned pale.
He almost didn't recognize himself several times and shouted for help. The taxi driver drove his crazy taxi with great difficulty, rushed out of the city, and crashed into a suburban farm.
The weather here is completely different from that in the city.
The weather in the city was sunny and clear, but here it was cloudy and the sky was dark as if it was already late at night. A depressing atmosphere enveloped the entire farm.
Ian sensed an ominous aura.
"Where have you taken me?"
Ian was wondering if this was some gangster's den.
And facing his loud questioning, the taxi driver turned a deaf ear to it.
"Kid! Fasten your seat belts!" He just reminded Ian loudly, and then drove his taxi straight into a wooden house.
Certainly, at this time, he had already started to step on the brakes.
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, the taxi finally stopped in the middle of the house.
However, the front of the car was completely deformed, the windshield was completely shattered, and the hood popped up with a bang after it stopped, with black smoke starting to come out of it with a hissing sound.
"Constantine, are you still alive?" The driver pushed open the deformed car door, got out of the car, and ran to the back seat while shouting.
He wanted to check on Ian, a middle school student.
Just at this moment.
"If you were any later, you could have collected the body for me!" A man in a beige windbreaker walked out from the shadow of the ruins. His blond hair was messy, and there was a conspicuous bloodstain at the corner of his mouth.
"Charles, when I said I was going to die, I meant it literally, did you understand?"
He was questioning loudly.
However, the taxi driver, Charles, did not respond. He pulled open the back door and leaned in, but he did not find the figure of the weird high school student in the back seat.
"Where is the guy?"
Charles looked blank.
"Who?"
Constantine, the man in the windbreaker, walked over with a frown on his face.
"He was here just now!" Charles got into the car unwillingly and searched everywhere, but he couldn't find even a hair. A chill rose in his heart.
Did I really see a ghost in broad daylight?
"Here." Just when the driver was at a loss, a hand slowly emerged from the collapsed bricks and tiles in front of the car, and the childish voice sounded weakly.
Upon seeing this, Charles rushed forward and helped Ian out of the debris. After checking him, he found that the child was just disheveled and a little disoriented.
"You are so weird! Didn't I tell you to fasten your seat belt?" Charles first breathed a sigh of relief, and then questioned loudly in a very fearful tone.
"Um?"
Ian, the victim, was furious. "Can you please go over and check your car? Feel the back seat of your lousy car to see if there are any seat belts!"
Hearing this, Charles was immediately silenced.
"It might have been missed during the annual inspection... um, well, I didn't even have an annual inspection." He was obviously feeling guilty and responded in a low voice with a lack of confidence.
"…"
Ian had no idea how to respond. Considering that the other party didn't even have the qualifications to operate, this situation didn't seem too surprising?
Ian thought again and started to get angry again, just about to punch him.
"Charles! Why did you bring a child to such a dangerous place? The demon has not been solved yet!" A surprised and doubtful voice suddenly came.
Ian looked over and found a slovenly man in a windbreaker running towards me with an angry expression. If he heard correctly, this man was the famous DC scammer Constantine? And the taxi driver he took was Constantine's companion?
Hiss! I got it, I got it, no wonder my bad luck started to soar after I met the driver!
This is really a jinx!
"We have to take this kid away from here!" Constantine didn't know what Ian was thinking. He just stared at Ian, his tone trembling and fearful.
After saying that, the man grabbed Ian and wanted to run towards the gate.
However, "Um?" Constantine found it somewhat strange that he couldn't pull a kid who was about 1.6 meters tall.
"What's wrong with this guy?"
Before Constantine could react.
Suddenly, a crisp sound of wood breaking was heard from the second floor.
His face changed, and the next moment.
"Eat! Eat! Eat! Delicious kid!"
Along with a creepy laugh, a black shadow with a hideous face rushed down from the dim second floor like lightning, and pounced on Ian with thick smoke and black fog.
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