American comics: From the old Uncle Wolf, he becomes omniscient and omnipotent

“Those drinks are very good”

Ordolf ordered another beer and drank most of it in one gulp. He burped and said, "Rojo, tell them."

"Ordorff"

Rojo coughed a few times, hoping this would alert Ordolf.

"Sure, dude, how about you treat me and my friends to a taste of the beer in your van."

The motorcyclist on the opposite side saw Rojo's thoughts, interrupted him, and pointed at the group of companions in leather jackets behind him.

"your friend?"

After Oudorf sobered up for a while, he noticed that half of the people in the tavern were dressed similarly and wore uniform turbans.

That's a gang-specific look.

"Ah."

The motorcyclist nodded, grinned and said, "Believe me, they are all old drunkards and can give you a satisfactory evaluation."

"Sorry, I have to be on my way. I'll drink again when I have the chance."

Ordolf wiped his sweaty face and came to his senses. The man in front of him had impure thoughts, so he decisively turned around and called Rojo, "Rojo, let's go."

"Ah."

Rojo breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the red neck was quite clear-headed. He didn't want to get into trouble, which would easily reveal his identity as a mutant.

However, as soon as the two of them left the bench at the front desk, Oudorf in front was stopped by a motorcyclist.

The other person was tall, with a broad face, and his eyes revealed the unique ferocity of southern white people. He wore a turban that symbolized a certain meaning. He said with a cold face: "Man, this is very rude. I really want to make friends."

"Step aside!"

Oudorff was a head shorter than the other man, but he was no less imposing. He raised his eyes and looked directly into the big man's eyes, "Brother, I don't want to cause trouble."

Bang bang bang.

For a moment, the other motorcyclists in the tavern heard the provocative words, pushed away the table and stood up. Their gloomy gazes fell on the two of them. They overturned the chairs behind them with a big movement and fell to the floor tiles with a loud sound. Then the tavern There was a brief silence, and some of the unrelated guests all lowered their heads and did not dare to make a sound.

"Are you sure you want me to get out of my way?"

The big man's face was tense, he held his hands and said in a cold voice.

"Damn."

Oudorf broke out in a cold sweat and subconsciously touched the back of his waistband, but found nothing.

"Oudorf, you will get down in a moment."

Rojo's heart also tightened, his hands clenched into fists, and the screen owner took a deep breath while weighing whether to use his mutant ability.

If he uses his mutant abilities, it means he has to start a new escape. At least he cannot stay in this state, and more organizations will notice his whereabouts.

"Hey, Charlie, don't stir up trouble, I still have business to do."

Suddenly, the bartender at the front desk spoke. He put down the cleaned wine glass, looked at the motorcyclists and said, "Give them face and let them go."

"it is good."

The tall Charlie thought for a moment, nodded, and stepped aside to get out of the way.

"call"

Rojo breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his clenched fists.

"let's go."

Ordolf waved to the bartender to thank him, quickly called Rojo, and walked out of the pub. On the way, the eyes of the surrounding motorcyclists were focused on the two of them.

Rojo could clearly feel that there was obviously great jest and greed in these people's eyes. It was not until they walked out of the tavern and closed the door that the feeling that enveloped their heads faded away.

Unbeknownst to the two of them, the tense atmosphere in the tavern had not dissipated.

"Idiot, you're killing people and robbing goods here because you think the cop's dog's nose isn't sharp enough?"

The bartender at the front desk looked at the big man Charlie coldly and said, "Let's deal with it outside later. Deal with it cleanly and don't get us into trouble."

"I know, you don't need to say more."

Charlie put on his motorcycle helmet with a sullen face. When the surrounding motorcyclists saw this, they also put on their helmets.

They walked out of the back door together.

"You drive, hurry up."

In the cab of the truck, Ordolf threw the keys to Rojo and rummaged through the trailer while urging him, "Oh God, our one-year salary is not enough to compensate for this truck. Oh, what am I talking about! These people Damn the Mexicans, they’re going to kill us for this truckload!”

In a remote desert, encountering gang members is undoubtedly a dead end. Those crazy bandits will do anything for the goods in the carriage.

Rojo frowned and started the engine, and couldn't help shouting: "Shut up!"

"it is good"

A sudden roar frightened Ordolf for a moment.

"From now on, shut your mouth!"

Rojo drove the car onto the main road and stepped on the accelerator as far away from the tavern behind as possible.

At the same time, he said angrily: "If we die, it will be because of your stupid behavior just now!"

Because of his sensitive identity, he was more anxious than Ordolf.

"Sorry, I was a little drunk."

Oudorff knew that he was in the wrong and did not dare to say any more.

"They're catching up!"

Rojo looked through the rearview mirror and noticed the flashing lights of rows of cars behind him, and his brows tightened even more.

"Keep going straight and turn left at the nearest intersection."

Oldorf nervously took out a double-barreled shotgun, loaded two bullets, and said, "There is a patrol point over there, and these Mexicans don't dare to cause trouble there."

"how far?"

Rojo looked at the flat road ahead. They were now in a desert area, and there was only one road in sight.

"I don't know, maybe seven or eight minutes away."

Oudorf nervously clutched his gun, wary of the convoy chasing after him.

Suddenly, directly ahead, a strong white light suddenly lit up in the middle of the dark road, shining on the faces of the two people and filling the entire cab instantly.

"Fake!"

After Oudorf got used to the bright light, he saw several pickup trucks parked on the road ahead, blocking the entire road, and couldn't help but curse under his breath.

Then he felt weak and said weakly: "Accept your fate and stop the car."

However, the high-speed truck still showed no intention of slowing down. Instead, it increased its speed and hit the convoy blocking the road ahead with all its strength.

"Are you crazy? Stop the car!"

Oudorf was stunned and looked at Rojo. The young man had a tense face and gritted his teeth as he stepped on the accelerator.

He looked as if he was ready to die!

You must know that there is no way the truck can rush over, and it may even roll over!

"Shut up!"

Rojo shouted back, veins popping up in his hands that clenched the steering wheel.

He didn't want to either, but instead of exposing his identity as a mutant, he might as well try to escape.

Only when you have experienced the days of living on the last breath and being chased like a street rat will you not want to make the same mistake again.

Especially since he has only had a stable life for a few days!

"crazy."

In Oudorf's horrified eyes.

Bang!

The huge truck slammed into the pickup truck lying in the middle of the road. I could vaguely hear the loud curses of the drivers before dodging. The curses disappeared in an instant, followed by a deafening collision that echoed in the ears and caused a physical impact. caused violent shaking.

A few rapid breaths, and broken glass shards hit my face!

It pierced Oudorf's face and blood flowed out.

Chi-

As the car shook violently again, the high-speed truck, with black smoke rising from the hood, gradually lost power and stopped on the side of the road.

"cough cough"

"Get out of the car! You two, throw out your weapons and get out of here!"

Outside, a dozen motorcycles surrounded the truck, and the familiar voice was Charlie, the big man from the previous tavern.

There was also the sound of a firearm being loaded.

Click click

"It's over."

Orndorff wiped the blood from his cheek, gritted his teeth, and threw the double-barreled shotgun out of the window.

When he was about to go down.

From the driver's seat, Rojo's deep voice came, "Oudorf, listen to my command later and close your eyes."

At this time, the boy's breathing was a little rapid, and he lowered his head and panted heavily. His skin was obviously scratched by sharp glass shards, but there was no trace of any scars.

When he raised his head, under the moonlight, his deep eyes were as fierce as a hunter in the wilderness, and they were faintly shining.

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