Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

The road under the scorching sun was filled with the hot smell of fuel. Harry stepped lightly, and the pickup truck's full horsepower made a roaring noise.

He leaned one hand against the car window and pulled down the sun visor to block out the rising sun.

In my eyes, the scenery on both sides passed by quickly, and only the road was straight and long.

Driving out of the bustling city, the vehicles on the road become extremely scarce.

The surrounding scenery is bleak and desolate.

Vehicles are also being driven faster and faster.

hum-

Amid the roar, a black Honda Civic EJ1 rushed past the pickup truck, followed closely by two Dodge Challenger Srts.

The driver of the last car was Frank. He glanced at the pickup truck and saw Charlotte's head sticking out from the back seat. He was slightly stunned.

But there was no hesitation, the car continued to speed up, trying to overtake Harry and move forward.

"Fuck!" Harry stepped on the accelerator.

One is enough, two is enough, but you do it again and again.

Do you really think that I, Harry, have no temper?!

The engine roared, the pickup truck had great horsepower and accelerated quickly, and began to catch up under Harry's driving.

"Fasten your seat belts, everyone!"

Harry said as he glanced at MJ and Charlotte in the back row.

Of course, MJ buckled up his seat belt and just said:

"Why not? Harry, you're carrying so many things, you can't outrun them."

"That doesn't count!" Harry gripped the steering wheel tightly.

"I hate it most when other people overtake my car together!"

As he said that, he wanted to have a thrilling car race with three sports cars.

Dominic, who was leading the group, glanced at the pickup truck that was quickly catching up with them. His bald head reflected the sunlight, and he couldn't help but smile crookedly while holding the steering wheel.

Vince next to him also smiled and found it very interesting.

As the leader of the speeding gang, Dominic naturally likes racing the most, and what he enjoys most is the joy of victory after racing.

Seeing Harry approaching in the pickup truck, Dominic not only did not speed up, but slowed down and waited for Harry to drive forward.

Lady in the car behind was also very cooperative, only Frank at the end frowned.

It is better to have less trouble than more. In his opinion, the most important thing is to get rid of the pickup truck and complete the task.

Not to mention that he was very reluctant to have any contact with Charlotte. He always felt that the child was evil and full of disaster.

Not to mention that he had also seen the news about Charlotte's driving, which was a completely life-threatening way of driving.

Picking up the intercom, Frank said:

"Dominic, this is not part of our agreement...

If you want to break the agreement, I'm sorry I can't accompany you!"

Listening to Frank's voice on the radio, Dominic also picked up the intercom and replied:

"Jason~

The agreement between us was to arrive at the designated location on time and catch up with the truck with Rogers printed on it, which was full of valuable goods!

You need to assist, and now is the time to assist.”

Frank's face darkened slightly, and he continued to speak into the intercom:

"I have indeed provided assistance now! I repeat, it is best not to race with them--"

"Jason~It's too late~"

With that, Dominic hung up the intercom.

Harry's pickup truck quickly moved forward and began to drive side by side with Dominic's Honda Civic.

After glancing at Sally in the passenger seat, Dominic's eyes fell on Harry who was driving.

He looked at the back seat of the pickup truck again, and saw Charlotte looking at him with her head tilted and a smile on her face.

Just a bunch of kids...

Dominic was a little bored, but Harry knew without him reminding that a thrilling car race had already begun.

The engine roared and the pickup truck's tires rubbed against the ground.

When racing on the highway, the advantage of driving skills is not very obvious, and what matters most is the configuration.

Dominic was a better driver than Harry and drove a modified car faster than Harry. Harry didn't dare to drive too fast because he was carrying a companion and was defeated soon.

"Fake Squid!!"

Feeling humiliated, Harry pounded the steering wheel angrily.

The three people's cars passed him one by one, calmly and quickly, and sped away.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk..." Charlotte in the back row mocked:

"On the highway, the cars don't honk, the horses don't neigh, little Harry, how ridiculous~"

Harry glared at the rearview mirror, reached back and raised his middle finger at Charlotte.

"Fuck it! Charlotte!"

The car continued to move forward, and the people in the pickup truck saw from afar three speeding cars slowing down and approaching a truck.

The leading Honda Civic overtook the truck and blocked it in front of it, limiting its speed.

The truck driver who didn't want to get involved in a murder had no choice but to slow down.

In the Honda Civic, Vince picked up the motorcycle helmet next to him and put it on his head.

Who doesn't wear a motorcycle helmet when riding in a car?

Vince leaned his head over the roof of the car, holding a grappling hook gun in his hand. He pulled the trigger, and the grappling hook connected to the rope was accurately inserted into the passenger windshield.

The scene scared the truck driver.

But he could only drive the truck steadily, feeling a little helpless.

Buckling the safety lock of the grappling hook to his waist, Vince leaped forward and lay dangerously on the front of the truck.

He gave a grim smile to the stunned truck driver inside.

With a strong pull, Vince pulled the entire passenger windshield away.

He stood up and jumped into the passenger seat.

Seeing the panic-stricken truck driver, Vincent pulled out a pistol from his waist, aimed at the driver's shoulder and pulled the trigger.

bang——

The bullet shot through the driver's shoulder. The driver's eyes widened and bloodshot, and he covered his shot shoulder and said angrily:

"Fuck it! You bastard raised by a bitch, we are in the same group~"

"Of course I know~" Vince spread his hands and said:

"If you weren't shot, how would you explain it? I'm doing this for your own good~"

Vince patted the driver on the shoulder and said:

"Okay, stop complaining and stop the car.

This is all to eliminate your suspicion. Otherwise, you can just stop the car and hand the truck to us. Why put on such a show? Your four audiences are watching from behind.

When you get off the car, ask them for help. They can prove your innocence.

By the way, what is this batch of valuable goods you are talking about?"

"Fuck!" The truck driver slowed down, covered his injured shoulder, and raised his middle finger to Vince with his injured hand, introducing:

"This car is full of Captain America's toys! They are so valuable!"

"Captain America's toy??" Vince pulled up his motorcycle helmet and widened his eyes.

Even Dominic's brow furrowed.

Vince punched the passenger seat and yelled:

"Yes! That is indeed valuable!"

He stopped the truck and pushed the driver out. To ensure that the plan was flawless and true, Vince did not give the truck driver anything, including his wallet and cell phone.

Soon, the Honda Civic led the team to move forward rapidly again.

The driver with a shoulder injury limped towards the pickup truck of Charlotte and others, and walked over quickly with a pale face.

Harry slowed down and was about to stop the car when Charlotte in the back seat patted his shoulder and said:

"Don't worry, they are in the same group."

So, Harry stepped on the accelerator without hesitation, leaving a mouthful of exhaust fumes for the injured truck driver near the pickup truck.

He stared at the pickup truck going farther and farther away in amazement, and the words he had been thinking about for a long time just came out of his mouth:

"Help... help..."