Planeswalker My Plane War

Chapter 182 The Return 2
Kant opened the trunk of the car, and Zhang Cheng noticed that there was another suitcase inside, which obviously belonged to Martin.

Martin's suitcase was large and he seemed to know that he was not going on a short trip.Not only that, his box is relatively high-end, with a hard plastic shell, and a combination lock is installed on it.It is not the kind of combination lock that is better than nothing that can be seen on ordinary suitcases, but a really extra, very tall lock that can be seen at a glance.

The box is relatively new, made of hard materials, it looks solid and there are no scratches on the surface, it is obviously a high-end product that was recently purchased.

Although a box can't explain anything, combined with Thomas' introduction before, Zhang Cheng feels that this Mr. Martin is probably not on an ordinary trip, but on the run.

Of course, Zhang Cheng's box is much simpler.Zhang Cheng came almost empty-handed.The reason why I got a box now is mainly because I don't want to be too conspicuous, so as not to cause unnecessary troubles - if you don't bring a box when you go out these days, you will be suspected.In fact, Zhang Cheng bought this box in the small town. When he entered the store, he could choose the cheapest and most inconspicuous box.

After putting away the boxes, Zhang Cheng got into the car.Two people sat in the back seat of the car.

"Chinese people?" Martin asked.

"Tourists." Zhang Cheng replied. "Are you a tourist too?"

"No, I should be a person here," Martin smiled. "I got my green card."

After all, the United States is a country of immigrants, and it is normal for Nordic people to get green cards here.But it took Zhang Cheng a few seconds to realize that the other party and he spoke the same language.More than that, unlike Thomas's obviously blunt broken Chinese (although it's bad, it doesn't affect communication), this Martin speaks very fluently and quickly.After rough listening, I even feel that it is no different from Chinese people.

"You can also... our country's language." Zhang Cheng was a little surprised.How is this going?Or is it true that Chinese is popular all over the world now?

"When I was in college, I met a school girl from Huaguo, she taught me." Martin smiled.

Zhang Cheng couldn't help but looked at Martin up and down, and guessed his relationship with that junior girl in displeasure.Combined with Thomas's previous introduction, Zhang Cheng has a feeling of seeing a "male enemy".This thing is really handsome.

Not only that, but after careful observation, he found that he was actually wearing makeup!Zhang Cheng vaguely smelled the perfume (maybe cologne) on the other party.If it weren't for the news that Thomas revealed before, Zhang Cheng would definitely believe that this guy was going on a date to pick up girls.

"What? Is there something on my face?" Martin asked.

"No... nothing." Zhang Cheng replied.He instinctively thought, according to the panel, if the attributes of human beings are digitized, this guy named Martin is estimated to have a charm of 18.It may be an exaggeration to say that everyone loves flowers and see them bloom, but a wink can really fascinate such a group of open-minded girls.

Now Zhang Cheng began to understand why Thomas would speak ill of others behind his back. When he was with this guy, he would feel Alexander if he was a man.

"You know Thomas too?" Martin asked proactively.

"Yes, he is a shooting instructor at a shooting range here, and I am his student." Zhang Cheng said. "And you?"

"Oh, I met him by accident. I hired him as my bodyguard two years ago, because I was going on a dangerous journey and needed escorts." Martin replied. "Actually, I didn't hire him. I just signed a contract with a security company, and they sent Thomas over. Although this guy likes to take advantage of small things, he is not bad on the whole. You know, I always think he is better than a businessman. Being a mercenary has a future."

"I think so too." Zhang Cheng had to admit that Martin was right. "You said just now, a dangerous journey? Why?" He looked at the other party again.Martin is young, that is, about the same as Zhang Cheng, between 25 and 30 years old.His facial features, his temperament, his clothes, and the smell of his perfume all show that he is not the kind of person who needs to take risks.He is neither a reporter, nor a soldier, nor an explorer, nor a geologist, nor is he an archaeologist, nor is he a poacher or drug dealer.Why does such a person need a dangerous journey?
"Some personal questions." Martin didn't answer directly.

Zhang Cheng didn't speak, but looked up and down Martin with vigilant eyes.

"Oh, well! That fellow Thomas must have told you!" Martin groaned. "I offered a little solace to a poor lonely lady whose incompetent husband wanted to kill me. That bastard made me a wanted man, and I had to go back and forth Escape from the border turmoil."

Now Zhang Cheng understands that Thomas really is not spreading rumors out of nothing, this guy is indeed a softie.

Well, the world is so big, with billions of people, there are all kinds of people.This guy doesn't care about Zhang Cheng's affairs if he eats soft food or hard food.Anyway, we just met by chance and shared the same car for four or five hours.

"Driver, how long will it take us to get to Houston?" Martin obviously found this topic embarrassing, so he changed the subject.

"Four or five hours." Mr. Conn replied in a low voice.

"Oh, is there breakfast in the car?" said Martin. "I set off early in the morning, and I haven't had time to have breakfast yet."

But obviously you haven't forgotten your makeup and perfume.Zhang Cheng complained in his stomach.

"There's pickled lamb and bread here in the passenger seat. If you don't like it, we'll pass a gas station in an hour, and there's a supermarket next door."

By the way, Mr. Conn also got enough mutton, so much that it needs to be pickled and eaten.

"Ah, I'm so hungry." Martin didn't mind, picked up the mutton sandwich, and brought Zhang Cheng a piece along the way. "You probably didn't have breakfast either, right?"

"Thanks, I'll go to the supermarket." Zhang Cheng replied.

"Then I'll be blunt," Martin said, stuffing the second sandwich into his mouth as well.Zhang Cheng must believe that he was hungry for three days with that wolfish attitude.

At this time, the phone rang in the car.Zhang Cheng glanced at his cell phone, it wasn't his own.He saw Martin frantically pulling out his cell phone from his suit pocket.Not knowing whether it was a mistake or on purpose, he chose to speak hands-free.

"Martin," a deep male voice rang out from the phone. "I'm afraid they have come after them. Watch your journey, and be very careful."

Before Martin could answer, the endless call was hung up.

Under Zhang Cheng's gaze, Martin looked embarrassed.

"It's nothing, just a friend reminded me." Martin replied.He asked Conn. "Mr. Driver, is this route safe? I mean, if something happens, when will help arrive?"

"It's not very safe. If there is a car accident, it may take at least two hours for rescue to arrive." Conn replied.

Martin looked even more embarrassed.

But fortunately, Conn was obviously just talking about it, and his speed hadn't changed at all.

On the side of the wide road, there is a striking gas station.Next to the gas station is a small, but not small supermarket.There are no residents in the surrounding area, no shops in front of the village, only a lonely gas station and a supermarket (and a toilet) living together.This kind of scene is simply reckless in China, but it is the norm in this country.

Conn's car has parked in front of the gas station.It should be noted that he does not need to refuel, the stop here is just to solve Zhang Cheng's breakfast problem.

Although I know that this scene is normal in the United States, but when I get out of the car and look at this desolate suburb, it seems to be a lonely road that leads directly to the sky but there is no car in sight, which makes people instinctively have an illusion.It seems that I have come to the end of the world.

"Do you want to go to the bathroom?" Zhang Cheng asked casually.But neither Martin nor Conn politely declined.

There are no employees in the gas station, it is a self-service gas station.But there must be staff in the supermarket.Through the glass door far away, one could see a figure moving inside.But when Zhang Cheng approached and pushed open the glass door of the supermarket, he found that there was no one at the cash register.I guess I went to work inside.

Zhang Cheng took a casual look and saw a self-heating army-style fast food on the shelf.

He walked over, picked up a fast food, and the next moment, an arm stretched out, strangled Zhang Cheng's neck, and pulled him back.Zhang Cheng turned his head sideways, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bald man in a military camouflage uniform.

"Caught it!" The man exerted force on his hand, but unexpectedly found that the prey in his hand did not struggle too strongly.In fact, the prey's hand just reached into its bosom, as if wanting to grab something.

"Not the target." Another man beside him said without raising his head.This person was also wearing a camouflage uniform. He was squatting in a corner, looking out of the window through the glass window.Only then did Zhang Cheng smell blood.

Behind a cabinet a little further away, a man in a blue-and-white work uniform lay on the floor, blood streaming all over the floor, flooding the bottom of a supermarket shelf.However, because the shelves blocked the line of sight, the guests who came in from the main entrance could not see this scene.

In other words, he seems to have encountered the scene of a supermarket robbery that the people of the United States love to hear and see?
"No, he should be the target's companion." Said the man who strangled Zhang Cheng's neck.Zhang Cheng didn't struggle, and it seemed that something was wrong, but he didn't care.In this position, he has complete control over his prey.No matter how Zhang Cheng reacted, no matter whether he took out his weapon or struggled with all his strength, he could not get out of his control, nor could he pose a threat to him.

A sharp saber rested on Zhang Cheng's neck.

"Boy, I'll give you three seconds." The man said. "Hand over the data."

The man squatting on the side watching finally turned his head around. "Idiot!" He scolded with a laugh. "He doesn't seem to understand you at all. This is definitely not the guy's companion, he is just a tourist."

"It's fine if you don't understand," the bald man didn't care. "Although I'm a little sorry, let's just die like this!" He raised the hand holding the knife upwards, and then stabbed hard, and the stabbing position happened to be on the neck.

He has done this kind of thing many times, and he has also trained many times. Logically speaking, he will never make mistakes.With this knife, the prey will lose its ability to move within ten seconds and die within five minutes.However, an accident happened this time. A hand reached out from the slanted stab and grabbed his arm holding the knife.The strength of that hand was so great that it forcibly pulled his hand away, causing him to lose control of his prey.

"Huchen," Zhang Cheng rubbed his neck that was strangled, while looking at the two stunned guys, "kill them!"

When did this third person appear?The two ambushers looked at each other, their attention was all focused on the entrance of the supermarket, how could they miss such a big target?
Huchen rushed towards the opponent, bald headed, and stabbed the enemy with the saber in his hand.But this time he miscalculated, the other party was far more agile than him, not only avoided the blade, but also grabbed his wrist, a terrible force came, and he heard the crisp sound of his own bones breaking.

"Ah..." The bald head screamed and backed away, but couldn't because Hu Chen was holding onto his broken wrist.The other big hand of the Raksha warrior grabbed his neck.Using a bipedal erect ape can't achieve terrifying power, it squeezed his entire neck and cervical spine into soft noodles.The miserable howl had just uttered half a sound, and it disappeared in the hands of the Rakshasa warrior with the shattering of the neck bone.

The ambusher crouching in the corner watched dumbfoundedly as his companion's neck was completely crushed.But no matter how surprised he was, he had time to raise the pistol in his hand and pull the trigger at this terrifying enemy who didn't know where he came from.

"Bang! Bang..." A series of gunshots rang out.However, because of the addition of a silencer on the one hand, and on the other hand, the pistol itself is a model with a relatively low sound and low recoil, so the sound of the gunfire will not be heard outside.

But he was surprised to see the bullets falling harmlessly on the opponent's body, as if they were not bullets, but just pebbles thrown by the naughty boy.The Rakshasa strode forward and grabbed him when he pulled the trigger in vain but could only make a "click click" sound. The terrifying force instantly strangled his neck and lifted him up from the ground. .He struggled hard, grabbing the opponent's wrist and twisting it, but what strangled his neck was not a human arm, but made of steel.His strength was negligible, and he soon lost the strength to struggle.

"I'll give you three seconds." Zhang Cheng walked over. "Say, why did you attack me?!"

"Master!" Hu Chen sensed the expression of the prey in his hands. "He doesn't seem to understand you at all."

"It's fine if you don't understand," Zhang Cheng rubbed his neck.Such gas stations and supermarkets in the wilderness are naturally the targets of robbers and bandits.He was just obviously unlucky this time and encountered a robbery scene and was killed and silenced. There is nothing to investigate. "Although I'm a little sorry, let's just die like this! I'm catching a plane, so I don't have time to call the police." He gestured towards Hu Chen.

The ambusher's eyes widened, and he wanted to struggle and beg for mercy, but he could neither move nor speak. He could only feel the strength on his neck instantly increase, and the world turned into darkness.

(End of this chapter)