What is a super villain?

Chapter 169
The white pickup truck was running on the road in the suburbs, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Carl pressed the gas pedal to the floor, and the performance-neutralized pick-up truck burst into amazing agility in his hands, accelerating and swaying from side to side like a writhing white cobra.

There was a flurry of bullets ricocheting behind the wheels of the pickup, and the cabin was riddled with bullets.

Boom!

A small rifle grenade landed in front of the truck, and Carl narrowly avoided the explosion with a beautiful drift.

Zon was on the co-pilot holding his head tightly, and would start screaming whenever exciting scenes happened.

"Stop yelling! Zon, it's annoying me."

Carl held the steering wheel tightly, and all the indicators on the dashboard of the minivan had been turned to the maximum.

"Is this what you mean by safety and security? There will never be anyone cheating on others?"

Zon didn't even raise his head, his fleshy body was trembling along with the pickup truck.

"I only know that 'Oasis Vision' is absolutely safe. Taoke Street has existed for many years, and there have been no rumors of transaction failures. I usually use Rose City public drone express transactions, and this is my first offline transaction! "

"Is it possible that the people who failed the deal died?"

"I don't know! Carl, I really don't know. Damn it, there is actually a Co-Creation Club behind Taoke Street. It seems that this is not the first time they have such a black-and-white thing. No wonder the price is so generous."

While speaking, Karl avoided the attack from behind again. This feeling of adrenaline rush brought about by chasing and fleeing has not been experienced for many years.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the black leather bag in the back seat of the pickup truck. A whole bag full of unregistered temporary savings cards marked with the Yeshi Bank logo was exposed through the zipper gap. Each card contained a considerable amount of money.

Fortunately, the group behind them chose to pay in advance in order to let them relax their vigilance. Otherwise, if the goods were lost and the money was not received, it would be really bad.

Zon was still holding on to one side of the black leather bag with one hand, and his tone was somewhat rejoicing.

"It's a good thing we got all the money, Carl. We all changed our faces, and we used fake identities in the transaction. As long as we escape to the co-creation society, we will definitely not be found."

Carl grabbed his cousin's head and pressed it down hard.

Soon several bullets were fired from the rear, passed through the position where Zorn looked up, and pierced the front windshield.

"Shut up, Zorn, and I'll blow your mouth out with one punch if you say such unlucky nonsense again!"

Zon shut up and continued to crouch in the passenger seat like a shivering quail.

Carl focused his attention on the status quo. Behind them were four modified armored off-road pickups, no heavy weapons, but each with a gun in his hand.

Rose City is still far away in the sky, and only a vague outline can be seen far away on the horizon.

Thinking sharply, Karl suddenly slammed on the brakes and turned the pickup truck 180 degrees.

Immediately after the accelerator was trampled to death, the pickup truck rushed towards the pursuer with a neighing sound.

Zon had no choice but to grab into the side armrest under the strong push back, and shouted in a panic:

"Oh! Fuck! What's Karl doing! Why did you turn around so suddenly!"

"Be quiet!"

Carl showed a fierce look on his face: "We can't go on like this. We are too far away from the city of Rose City, and the Co-Creation Society is not letting go. If we have their support in front of us, we have no chance at all, so we have to kill them here! Get ready Yet?"

Zon asked blankly, "What are you ready for?"

Carl replied calmly: "Impact."

Boom!
The pickup slammed head-on into the pickup truck modified by the Co-Creation Society at the front. Before Zon could react, his neck was distorted into a strange arc, and there was a crackling sound of bone dislocation amidst the impact.

Glass shards flew in all directions, scratching Zon's fat skin, and the backlash sent him to the front of the windshield of the passenger seat.

puff.

The airbag deployed, and Zon was squeezed in the middle, foaming at the mouth.

Accompanied by a harsh brake sound, the pickup truck flew out, and Karl had already pushed the door of the car before the impact, jumping into the air like a soaring eagle.

He was thus exposed to the eyes of the pursuers of the Co-Creation Society!
The modified pickup trucks braked and slid to a stop one after another. The gunmen supported by the Co-Creation Society unlocked the safety of their rifles behind the car and tilted their heads to aim.

The people in front of them took their money and beat and killed the people from the co-creation society when they escaped from the deal.

This is not allowed!
Only the co-creation club has ever taken other people's money, and the co-creation club has killed people!
Carl in mid-air spun like a diver, pulling out homemade large-caliber shotguns from both sides of his waist.

Pieces of gun lines had crossed and aimed at all parts of his body, but all the bullets missed.

——Because Karl disappeared from mid-air!

His body seemed to be propelled by an irregular external force, and his rapid descent broke away from all target locks.

The shotgun fired, and the violent bullets scattered, but the target was not the people in the pickup truck, but the pickup truck's battery!

The body of the car was paralyzed, and the shotgun, which had been drained of bullets, was thrown high into the sky. Carl rushed into the crowd, flashed a plain camping knife from under his wrist, and swam across the throats of the gunmen.

When the blood spurted and fell, many of them still maintained the posture of raising their guns and aiming at the sky, and did not react.

The first pickup truck was resolved, and the remaining three vehicles had stopped in a zigzag pattern. The crossfire came again, and fell on the first vehicle like a storm.

Karl turned his wrist and retreated quickly, grabbed the rifles in the hands of several Co-Creation Society gunmen and began to shoot, and each bullet could accurately land on the enemy's head.

At the same time, he looks like he has eyes behind his back, and the counterattack of the co-creation society gunmen can't even touch the corner of his clothes.

"Holy shit!"

The magazine was emptied, and someone in the gunner couldn't believe his eyes. In the next second, the Tianling cover flew up, and he completely lost his eyes.

After helping the gunmen of the two cars to get their brains out, Carl ran close to the horizon and approached the last modified pickup truck at a very high speed.

At this time, the gunmen of the Co-Creation Society in this car were already panicking. Some were aiming, some were shooting, and some were poking their heads to tell the driver to retreat quickly.

Carl didn't give them time to reach a consensus, but took out the high-explosive grenades he had just taken from the other gunmen, and threw one on the chassis of the pickup truck and one on the cab.

The pillar of fire soared into the sky and slowly rolled into a small mini mushroom cloud.

In just three or four minutes, the battle was declared over.

Carl dropped the rifle he had picked up and cut the throats of the survivors who jumped out of the car in time with a dagger.

After several searches, he found his lost trade item, a black sphere in a sturdy container, an interstellar oddity artwork.

Carl, who had done all this, was breathing heavily, his face was full of veins extending all the way to his arms, and the light blue light in his pupils flickered on and off.

Soon his body was unwell and he knelt down on his knees. With trembling hands, he reluctantly took out a homemade cigarette from his pocket, and then lit it with the dry yellow weeds burning by the roadside.

The chemical addictive ingredients in homemade cigarettes finally calmed down Carl's body gradually.

The veins disappeared under the skin again, and his breathing gradually calmed down.

It took about a few minutes before Carl stood up from the spot and swayed towards the small truck that was crushed and deformed in the collision.

The front of the pickup truck was shriveled, and Zon, with his head crooked, could still be seen through the deformed window.

He reached out and patted Zon's face vigorously, and said:
"Wake up! The problem is solved, take the money, we have to get rid of the car and evidence at the scene as soon as possible, and then leave here."

Zorn was unconscious, apparently knocked unconscious.

Seeing that his cousin didn't respond, Karl spat blood at his feet and cursed:

"waste!"

As he spoke, he pulled Zorn out of the minivan and carried it on his shoulders.

Although Zon is cowardly, incompetent, and likes to swell his face to make himself fat, bragging and never drafting, but he is his cousin after all, and it is impossible to leave him alone in the wilderness.

Besides, if Co-Creation found him, Karl had no doubt that Zorn would confess him.

He barely towed several cars together, retrieved his double-barreled shotgun, and piled all the grenades found in the body search into a circle.

The blazing flames destroyed the pickup truck and the pickup truck together. Karl watched the flames devouring the traces silently, and then carried Zon to the direction of Rose City, and left step by step.

Facing the flames soaring into the sky, if a beautiful woman is carried on the shoulders instead of a fat man, it must be a classic composition at the level of a movie poster.

The tough guy protagonist after the bloody battle is about to make a living in the suffocating city.

Not far away, Karl was stopped by a voice from the side.

"Mr. Carl, please stay."

boom!
The moment Karl heard the sound, he drew his gun and fired without hesitation. The shotgun fragments scattered in the direction of the sound, but there was no muffled sound of entering the flesh.

Turning his head, Carl saw shrapnel floating a few centimeters in front of a gentleman wearing glasses, unable to penetrate an inch.

Clinking, shrapnel fell to the ground.

"Deflection shield?"

Carl retracted his gun and asked with raised eyebrows.

"maybe."

The gentle man pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Perun from Midgar Sea Industry. I watched Mr. Karl's battle process all the way just now. My marksmanship is accurate and ruthless. I admire him."

"Actually, Midgar Haiye has observed Mr. Carl for a long time, and knows that you are a capable and ruthless man, so I want to negotiate a deal with you."

Carl carried Zon and continued to walk forward, his tone cold.

"I never deal with giant companies, let alone deals."

If you get involved with a giant company, nothing good will happen.

"Really? Captain of the Fourth Squad of the Armed Mobile Squad of the Bank of Eve, Mr. Kyle Royer, the smuggler head of Liberty City."

Perens said slowly the real name of Karl Liberty City.

He seemed to have a winning chance, smiling confidently.

Karl stopped again, his fists clenched suddenly.

"It seems that you were injured in the battlefield and were forced to retire after being evaluated by Ye's Bank. According to my investigation, you seem to have some minor troubles."

The man clenched his fist didn't respond or move, as if he was brewing something.

Perun continued on his own:

"What Midgar Haiye wants you to do is very simple. Find a man named Luo Kangcheng in the co-creation society. If you want to live, bring him to me, and the deal will be considered."

Karl's fist loosened, knowing that he was being entangled and determined, and if he refused the gunman who disappeared just now, he would follow suit.

Sure enough, getting into trouble with a giant company will definitely not be a good thing.

Raising his head, Carl asked in a deep voice:

"What can I gain afterwards?"

Perun kept smiling: "Everything you want...fame, status, power, Midgar Sea Industry will not only provide a large amount of money that can last several lifetimes, but also your past grievances can be written off, and no one will come again Trouble you, I promise on behalf of Midgar Sea Industry."

Carl continued to walk forward, towards the direction of Rose City.

After walking more than ten steps away, a rough reply came back.

"make a deal."

The arc of Perun's smile widened, and the expression could not be seen clearly under the lenses of the gold-rimmed glasses.

……

(End of this chapter)