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Amid the cheers of everyone, the Batmobile overtook the flying Golden Bull at the 106th corner.

"Quick, quick, light up the signal lights at the roadblock. The angry ceramics have a bad look."

"We must stop him today and let him join our club."

"I don't think he wants to join any club, he's just a professional death-defying expert."

"That's not necessarily the case. He will definitely be attracted by the resources our club has. If he wants to risk his life, we can also organize an atmospheric physical supersonic skydiving for him."

“Isn’t that what Red Bull is playing?”

"Yes, Red Bull will sponsor anyone who dares to risk his life. I think Red Bull will like him."

"Om~~"

Amid everyone's discussion and cheers, the Batmobile burst into a frightening roar and crossed the finish line like a black lightning.

Bank looked at the staff who kept waving their light sticks to signal him to stop, but ignored them and walked towards Yang without slowing down at all.

But the next moment, he saw a three-story roadblock not far away. Although the Batmobile had a flying function, he still performed a deflection in front of the roadblock and stopped in front of it.

"Wow~ We stopped him, go and see who he is."

"Killer Bee seems unhappy. I think we should let him go."

"Who drives the killer bees?"

"It's Elvis. His nickname is Killer Bee. I heard he actually killed people."

"The killer bee is still eating dust in the back. Let's take a photo with him first."

Bank sat in the Batmobile and quietly looked at the people who gathered around.

At this time, someone patted his car window:

"Hey man, can we see you? Your car is cool and you are cool too."

"Can I take a ride in your car? You can take me wherever you want tonight."

Bank lowered the car window a crack, took a bottle of beer from a fanatic outside, took a sip, and said: "Forget it, I am a big shot, a super big one. After drinking this glass, we will be together tomorrow." See you again.”

His words made the people around him burst into laughter:

"Come on, man, those racing drivers you overtaken are not big shots, but there are no big shots here, only big assholes and big heroes. The ones who make trouble are the assholes, and the ones who win the race are heroes."

"Will you join my club, big shot? My club can satisfy all your extreme sports ideas."

"No matter how big you are, how big can you get? You know, even Iron Man has come here to watch the game."

Bank took another sip of beer and said, "This is the place Iron Man told me about. Think about how big a person I must be."

However, his words aroused everyone's ridicule, asking him to get out of the car quickly and have a drink with everyone.

It's not that everyone doesn't believe him, in fact, people who can drive such a car are definitely not ordinary people.

But someone who can make fun of himself and say such things, and his voice is still so young, how can he be a real big shot? He is more like a silly son of a landlord.

Those who were left behind by the raging ceramics had some background. One of them was even the cousin of the superstar Serena.

But background is background. If you can risk your life to play racing, how much energy can you get?

However, everyone was not disgusted with Bank, but wanted to see what he looked like.

So everyone laughed and said:

"Man, two of those people you left behind have attended Stark's party. Who doesn't know that Iron Man likes to hold parties? They even saw the gatekeeper."

"Brother, I am the Flying Taurus. Come down and have a drink with me. I will take care of the killer bees. He seems to be unhappy."

"Hey, look at him, he looks like Lanlost. Are you his cousin? Hahaha."

"If you don't come out and have a few drinks with us today, don't even think about leaving, haha."

Bank's windshield cannot be seen from the outside, but at this time, many people have seen Bank's profile through the gaps in the car window, and they are making fun of him. Many people also sit directly on him. Taking pictures in the car.

"Om~~"

As another sound wave came, the Killer Bee also crossed the finish line at this time.

However, its owner, Elvis, was not as excited as the crowd and other racing drivers. Instead, he was very gloomy.

Elvis walked straight over and said to Banke in the car window with a dark face: "You blocked me from overtaking last time, but you gave me the middle finger this time. I'm really annoyed."

But Matthews, the owner of the flying golden bull, heard what he said and started to complain about him: "Okay Elvis, haven't you just killed a few people and named yourself a killer bee?" It’s like no one in our industry has hit anyone before.”

When Elvis heard this, he was not angry and said: "I'm going to see who is so arrogant today."

Matthews pursed his lips and said, "What else do you want to do? Do you still want to beat him? Your sister took you to Stark's party. Don't you know him?"

Elvis was stunned when he heard this, and then said: "He also attended Stark's party. Who is he?"

Matthews smiled and spread his hands and said: "How do I know who he is, but it sounds like he has been to a party. Come on out, man, let us see who you are. Don't worry, Matthews won't beat him up." Yours, no one here will let him beat you, haha, you are their idol."

"pat~"

Bank didn't say anything else, just opened the car door and got out.

But when the enthusiastic crowd saw his appearance clearly, they were all suffocated.

"Wow~ look at our ceramics, he looks like a gatekeeper."

"Brother, are you stupid?"

"This"

"Elvis, don't hold back."

Bank raised the beer in his hand and said, "I told you I'm a big shot."

When Bank spoke, the melon-eating crowd finally reacted. They held their heads and said in disbelief:

"God, what did I see."

"You saw the big shot man"

"Elvis, haven't you always said that your sister has a dress signed by the gatekeeper?"

"Can we have a drink with you?"

"Wow, where's the music? We must not let him go today, God."

Bank held a beer bottle, spread his hands to everyone, and said: "Then let's live the nightlife here tonight, and bring out your passion."

Everyone covered their foreheads and held their wine glasses high in disbelief. Fans gathered around Bank, screaming and cheering and running over to take photos.

The DJ at the scene was stunned and began to play explosive music, which was the theme song of the Avengers. When the part about the gatekeeper was played, the scene went crazy again.

"I think I will never see anyone bigger than this in my life. Can you sign your autograph for me Lanlost?"

"Is there anyone bigger than this? I want to give birth to Monkey Lanlost for you."

"That gay, it's you again, aren't you afraid that he will blow your ass?"

"For love"

"Wow~ We will definitely make the headlines tomorrow, believe it or not"

Bank looked at the crazy crowd and signed others' clothes, faces and breasts while drinking beer and said: "Come one by one, those with bigger breasts will be given priority."

"Hahaha, I recorded it"

"Brother, can you give me a backup copy?"

"Innocent, this sentence can definitely be sold for one hundred thousand dollars."

"He is indeed just like the legend, completely different from other superheroes, but why do I still like him so much when he is so arrogant and low-level?"

"For He is the Gatekeeper of Lanlost's theme song is here"

Following this sentence, the DJ also played the theme song that people wrote for Bank during the years when he was lost in the starry sky.

When the phrase "One man fights a million divisions alone, there is no such person in the world, one man guards the Starry Sky Gate, and the Milky Way is the gatekeeper" appeared, I don't know how many people shed tears in excitement.

"I am from Manhattan, Lanlost. I remember your figure and the way you rushed into the starry sky door. Thank you."

"Lanlost, I'm from Sokovia. You bastard just came back and shattered my hometown, but it's good to have you on Earth."

"I met a big shot. Elvis wants to beat you up. Let him try. We will blow his head off as a hero."

"One man fights a million divisions alone. Why are you so low-level, the pride of the earth? I am a B-cup, but you can also sign my chest."

Bank looked at the crazy people, threw away the pen in his hand, and said: "Sign your name, drink, and you will win if I drink myself down tonight."

As he spoke, Bank raised his wine glass, and everyone cheered, holding their wine bottles high and drinking with him. The fragrance of beer and full of passion filled the square.

"Morty, is he the biggest idol of this parallel space?"

"Hahahaha, it's him, Rick. We'd better not cause trouble in this parallel space, otherwise my modified body won't be able to withstand his hammering."

"Morty, is it true what they sing? He can hit a million."

"Of course Rick, he's the most powerful individual I've ever met."