I was supposed to be Hokage, but I went to slay the dragon

Old George held the steering wheel with one hand and stuffed a hot dog into his mouth with the other.

The van beneath me was driving happily on this old suburban road with few pedestrians.

An old song, "Take Me Home, Countryroad" is playing on the radio.This is a song released in 1971 by the famous singer John Denver, and it is also his famous song.

Old George liked this song very much, especially on this road, and he couldn't help but find it a bit appropriate.

Swallowing the last bit of the hot dog, he burped with satisfaction.

Old George was very satisfied with this job. Just delivering goods to the ancient manor 20 kilometers away once a week could earn him a weekly salary of 400 pounds.

This salary, which is higher than many urban white-collar workers, only requires skilled driving skills.

Whistling along with the melodious music on the radio, old George shook his shoulders slightly to keep up with the beat.

A figure suddenly appeared on the slightly foggy road, and Old George quickly stepped on the brake pedal.

With a harsh grinding sound, the nearly full van finally stopped in front of the figure.

Old George, who was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, immediately stuck his head out the window and cursed at the man wearing sunglasses.The most fearful thing for experienced drivers who have been driving for a long time is the sudden appearance of ghost probes on such deserted roads.

After all, in such road conditions, drivers will be more relaxed and will easily be unable to react in time if an emergency occurs.

However, as soon as Old George opened his mouth, a cold gun barrel was pressed against his temple.

"Put your head back and don't be nervous."

At some point, a young man wearing the same uniform as him sat in the passenger seat next to him.

The other party was holding a pitch-black pistol in his hand, pointing at his head.

What the hell, when did this guy climb into the car?

Just as Old George slowly retracted his head into the carriage, a needle appeared in the other person's hand.

As the young man's arm fell, the needle accurately pierced the blood vessel in old George's wrist.As soon as the piston core rod was pushed to the bottom, all the dark yellow liquid in the needle was injected into his blood vessels.

"Chronic poison, the poison will show up after three hours. Don't worry, just do as I say and I will inject you with the antidote."

The young man threw the discarded syring aside, took out another one from the inner pocket of his jacket and waved it in front of him.

"I don't have much cash with me. It's all in the glove box. You can take it all. Please don't hurt me."

Old George's voice trembled.

He didn't want to die. He finally got this privileged job. It was a gift from the Lord who heard his prayer.After working for a few years, he could retire and go to the beach in Hawaii to enjoy life. He really didn't want to die at the hands of this mysterious young man.

"Take me to the manor where you deliver the goods. Don't say unnecessary words or do unnecessary things."

The cold man with the gun had an expressionless face and a cold tone.

"Yes Yes."

Seeing the man take back the pistol that was pressed against his temple and lay it across his knees, Old George tried his best to steady his mind.

But when he put the car in gear again and stepped on the accelerator, the figure that blocked the road had disappeared without a trace, as if the scene just now was just an illusion that didn't exist.

The van was back on the road, plumes of black smoke coming out of the tailpipe.

"Damn, it's really cold."

At this time, Han Qingcheng, who had unknowingly got into the cargo box, was wrapped in a circle of ice packs and could not help but shiver.

The truck successfully entered the blockade under the inspection of a circle of drones and drove smoothly towards the manor.

"Don't be nervous, just be natural."

Chu Zihang sat calmly in the passenger seat with his hands in his pockets.

The slightly raised pocket pointed in the direction of old George.

As the vehicle moved forward, the ancient manor could be seen standing in the distance.

There is a guard box in front of the road, and a one-meter-high telescopic fence stretches across the road.

"Brother, I'm George, here to deliver."

Old George stuck his head out of the window, smiled and said to the security guard who came forward to inquire, and handed him a cigarette.

"Isn't it usually just you? Why is there an extra person today?"

The man with brown curly hair smiled and took the cigarette. He noticed Chu Zihang sitting in the co-pilot and asked casually.

"Oh, the company has arranged for a new person to take over for me. He will be the one to deliver the goods to you from now on. Why don't I take him on a trip to know the way first?"

"Hello, my name is David Lee."

Chu Zihang forced out a smile and greeted the man who came forward for questioning.

"Oh, what, old George, are you retiring? Open the barn door and let me take a look."

The man nodded to Chu Zihang as a greeting.While chatting with old George, he walked towards the back door of the carriage.

"Yes, yes, I've almost earned enough money. Now that I'm old, it's time to enjoy life!"

Old George climbed out of the car smoothly, walked to the back of the car with the brown-haired man, unscrewed the latch of the warehouse, and opened the door.

The man stretched out his head, looked at the boxes containing vegetables and meat, nodded and retracted his body.

"Okay, remember to send a postcard to your buddy later. Let's go!"

After patting Old George intimately on the shoulder, the man stood aside.

"That must be no problem!"

Old George closed the door, waved to the man with a grin, and climbed back into the cockpit.

As the barrier slowly lifted, the van continued to move forward.

It wasn't until the car had driven some distance that Old George raised his hand and touched his forehead, which was already covered with sweat.Even though he was coping with it with ease just now, in fact, he was always worried.Afraid of revealing any clues, you know, the guy in the co-pilot has a gun in his hand.

Old George was a man who cherished his life. He just obeyed his employer's request and drove regularly to load and deliver goods.

No matter what grudges this young agent-like man had with the manor, as long as he was not involved, everything would be fine.

Anyway, he would get the damn antidote later and leave immediately after unloading the goods.It is impossible to take on this job anymore. After today's train, he will leave the city and go to the beach.Although I haven’t saved enough money, I can still make money while supporting my retirement.As long as you can keep your old life, what's better than nothing?

As the car moved forward smoothly, Chu Zihang suddenly said: "Stop."

Old George slammed on the brakes and looked at the young man blankly.

"Sir, we still have some distance to go."

At this time, they were still a few hundred meters away from the gate of the manor, and there was a dense bush nearby.

"No, I'll stay right here."

After saying that, Chu Zihang opened the car door and jumped out without any explanation.

"Sorry, I just lied to you. The injection I gave you was just glucose mixed with pigment, and it was not poisonous."

While Old George was stunned, Chu Zihang opened and closed the carriage door and then disappeared.