Marvel's King of the Undead

"Is this person stupid?"

Wayne looked at the desperate young man in the car speechlessly.

Shaking his head helplessly, Wayne stretched out his hand and grabbed the car body. The powerful force dragged the car and straightened the direction of the car.

In order to prevent the young man from rushing out of the car window, Wayne did not directly stop the sports car, but slowly reduced the speed of the car.

"squeak......"

The tires rubbed against the ground crazily, making a harsh sound.

After sliding on the ground for nearly a kilometer, the sports car finally stopped.

Wayne opened the car door, not paying attention to the car door he was holding, and pulled the young man out.

"Hey, look at the front, don't you even look at the navigation and traffic news while driving?"

Wayne pointed to the construction and no-driving signs ahead.

The young man seemed to be in a trance, looking in the direction Wayne pointed like a puppet.

Behind the sign is a large pothole.

Cold sweat instantly covered the young man's back. If he had kept rushing over at the same speed, he might not have had time to brake, and he would have rolled over into the big hole in front of the car along with the car.

After a long silence, the young man seemed to have recovered a little, and said to Wayne in a still trembling voice:

"Thank you."

Just as he spoke, the young man was stunned again.

Thinking back to the scene just now, how could the other person, a human being, be able to run faster than a sports car and even stop his own car with his bare hands?

His expression changed slightly. The young man did not yell, but continued:

"No matter who you are, thank you for saving me. You can call me Ye."

"leaf"

Wayne tilted his head and looked at the young man in front of him who quickly calmed down.

"Yes, my grandfather is Chinese."

The young man sat down on the hood of the Ferrari. His legs were now a little weak.

"Okay, my name is Wayne, see you later."

Without further words to the young man, Wayne jumped directly over the pothole in front, and then continued running wildly.

Looking at Wayne's series of operations in stunned silence, the young man felt that he had received more stimulation today than in the previous twenty years combined.

Supporting the car with his hands, the young man tried to stand up by himself, but as soon as he stood up, his legs felt weak. Then the young man's eyes blurred and he fainted.

Not to mention the hiccups he encountered on the way, Wayne ran all the way and finally arrived in Detroit at 12 o'clock.

“Where do I start looking?”

Looking at the unfamiliar street scene in front of him, Wayne was a little confused.

Vanessa knew so little information that Wayne had no idea where to start.

Walking on the deserted street, Wayne looked at the buildings around him.

Compared with New York, Detroit is like an empty city at night. The buildings everywhere are older and garbage can be seen everywhere on the streets.

This once prosperous automobile city has now lost its former prosperity.

"Hey, kid in front."

Suddenly, a voice interrupted Wayne's contemplation.

Three black men walked out of the alley.

The exposed skin was covered with tattoos, and as they approached, Wayne felt an aura of crime coming toward his face.

Anyone who is not blind can see that these three black men are not serious and promising young people.

"Are you stupid for hanging out so late at night?"

One of the leading black men took out a pistol from his arms, flashed it in front of Wayne and mocked.

"What are you going to do?"

Wayne whispered.

At the same time, his eyes widened suddenly, and his legs staggered back involuntarily, as if he was frightened.

"Hand over your money."

Another black man grabbed Wayne's arm and began groping Wayne's body.

There was no gain; Wayne's pockets were cleaner than his face.

For convenience, Wayne put his previous bank card directly in his phone case.

After groping around, the black man placed his eyes on the mobile phone in Wayne's hand.

"Poor guy, give me your phone."

The black man reached out and grabbed Wayne's cell phone, yanking it hard.

The phone still lay motionless in Wayne's hand.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across the black man's face, and he said fiercely to Wayne:

"Let go, kid."

After saying that, he took out a pistol from his arms and pointed it directly at Wayne's head.

"Is it true that everyone who hangs out at night will be robbed by people like you?"

Looking at the pistol on his head, Wayne didn't pay attention, but asked the black man.

"Otherwise, do you think you can have any romantic encounters out there at night, kid?"

Although Wayne's reaction was a bit strange, the black people still laughed, as if they were laughing at Wayne's innocence and ignorance.

"Did you see a talkative guy wearing tights three days ago?"

"Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"

Seeing Wayne suddenly no longer fearful, the black man became a little angry.

The panic on Wayne's face at first made him feel extremely satisfied, but who would have thought that when he started to search him, the kid in front of him calmed down and kept asking some strange questions.

It is true that he did not dare to kill anyone, but this did not prevent him from teaching this boy a lesson and making him understand that no matter what the circumstances, he must respect other people's professions.

Especially the profession of robber.

As a senior gang member, they have always taken pleasure in bullying the weak. Looking at the calm white boy in front of him, the black man felt that he was insulted, and a surge of anger rushed up to him.

"You have to learn to respect people, kid."

Instead of shooting directly, the black man raised the butt of his gun and hit Wayne hard on the head.

"Bang, bang, bang."

In three seconds, there were three muffled sounds.

Wayne looked at the three black men lying softly on the ground and said:

"I ask you again, did you see a weirdo in tights three days ago?"

"what..."

"hiss...."

The three black men ignored Wayne and kept moaning while holding their stomachs.

The moment they took action, they felt a blur in front of their eyes, followed by severe pain in their stomachs.

And the boy who was originally thought to be the prey suddenly turned into a hunter.

"It seems you don't respect me."

Raising his hand again, Wayne said to the three of them.

"No."

"I have not seen it."

"what..."

In response to the threat of violence, except for the black man who was most seriously injured, the other two people responded quickly.

He sighed helplessly.

Wayne shook his head. Sure enough, things would not be that simple.

Fortunately, I have found the next direction.

"You are organized"

Wayne asked again.

"Yes, we are members of the biggest local gang."

The black man who searched Wai's body answered honestly.

It was not to threaten Wayne by moving out of the backstage, but to worry that the violent teenager would punch him again.

"Take me to where your gang is."

Under Wayne's coercion, the three poor unfortunates helped each other and climbed up from the ground, leading the way in front of Wayne with every trembling step.

"Don't you know me?"

As the three of them moved forward slowly, Wayne suddenly asked.

"what"

The black man in front turned his head with an incomprehensible expression.

From their doubtful eyes, Wayne sensed their ignorance.

"You don't even know me, yet you dare to commit crimes."

Wayne's tone suddenly became serious.

"Walk faster, don't grind"

Enduring the severe pain in their abdomens, the three black men forcibly increased their speed.

Suddenly I felt a little aggrieved.

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