Marvel's King of the Undead

Chapter 130 The Ignorant Robber

"Is this man stupid?"

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

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

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

"squeak"

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

After sliding nearly 1000 meters on the ground, the sports car finally stopped.

He opened the car door without paying attention to the door being pulled across by him, and Wayne pulled the young man out.

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

Wayne pointed to the construction ahead, and said the sign prohibiting driving.

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

Behind the sign is a big pothole.

Cold sweat covered the young man's back in an instant. If he had been rushing at the speed just now, he might not have time to brake, and he would have rolled into the big pit ahead with the car.

After a long silence, the young man seemed to have calmed down a bit, and said to Wayne in a still trembling voice:

"Thank you."

When he spoke just now, the young man was taken aback again.

Recalling the scene just now, why was the opponent, a human being, able to run faster than a sports car, and even pulled his car to a stop with nothing.

The 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 who quickly calmed down in front of him.

"Yes, my grandfather is Chinese."

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

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

No longer talking to the young man, Wayne jumped directly, stepped over the pothole in front, and then continued to run wildly.

Gazing at Wayne's series of operations in a daze, the young man felt that the stimulation he received today was stronger than the previous twenty years combined.

Supporting the car with his hands, the young man tried to stand up by himself, but just as he stood up, he felt his legs go limp, and then the young man's eyes blurred and he passed out.

Not to mention the episodes encountered on the road, 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 didn't know where to start now.

Walking on the deserted street, Wayne looked at the surrounding buildings.

Compared with New York, Detroit's night is like a ghost city, the buildings everywhere are relatively old, and there is garbage everywhere on the streets.

This once prosperous automobile city has lost its former prosperity.

"Hey, kid up front."

Suddenly, a voice interrupted Wayne's meditation.

Three black men walked out from a side alley.

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

As long as you are not blind, you can tell that these three black people are not serious and promising young people.

"You still come out to hang out at night, are you stupid?"

The leading black man took out a pistol from his pocket, lit it in front of Wayne and taunted him.

"What are you going to do?"

Wayne whispered.

At the same time, his eyes widened suddenly, and his legs involuntarily staggered back a few steps, as if he had been frightened.

"Hand over your money."

Another black man directly grabbed Wayne's arm and started groping on Wayne.

Not much to gain, Wayne's pockets were cleaner than his face.

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

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

"Poor ghost, give me your mobile phone."

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

The phone was still lying 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 speaking, he took out a pistol from his arms and pointed it directly at Wayne's head.

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

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

"Otherwise? Do you think you can have any romance when you come out at night, kid."

Although the reaction to Wayne was a bit strange, the black people still laughed, as if mocking Wayne's innocence and ignorance.

"Then did you see a chatterbox wearing tights three days ago?"

"Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

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

At the beginning, the panic on Wayne's face gave him great satisfaction, but who would have thought that when he started the body search, the kid in front of him calmed down instead, and kept asking some strange questions.

He did not dare to kill, but this did not prevent him from teaching this kid a lesson, to make him understand that no matter what the situation is, he must respect other people's professions.

Especially the profession of robbers.

As senior gang members, they have always taken pleasure in bullying the weak. Looking at the calm white boy in front of them, the black man felt insulted, and a wave of anger rushed straight up.

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

Without shooting directly, the black man raised the butt of the gun and slammed it down on Wayne's head.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Three seconds, three muffled sounds.

Wayne looked at the three black men who fell limply on the ground and said:
"I'll ask you again, did you see a weirdo in tights three days ago."

"what"

"hiss"

The three black men ignored Wayne, but kept moaning while clutching their stomachs.

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

And the boy who thought he was the prey suddenly turned into a hunter.

"It seems you don't respect me."

Raising his hand again, Wayne said to the three.

"No."

"I have not seen it."

"what"

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

He sighed helplessly.

Wayne shook his head, sure enough things will not be so simple.

But fortunately, I have found the next direction.

"Are you organized?"

Wayne asked again.

"Yes, we're part of the biggest gang in the area."

The black man who searched Wayne replied honestly.

It's not to move out of the backstage to threaten Wayne, but to worry that this violent teenager will punch him again.

"Take me to your gang's quarters."

Under Wayne's coercion, the three poor unlucky ghosts supported each other and climbed up from the ground, leading the way in front of Wayne with trembling steps.

"Don't you know me?"

Following the three of them walking slowly, Wayne asked suddenly.

"what?"

The black man in front turned his head inexplicably.

From their puzzled eyes, Wayne felt their ignorance.

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

Wayne's tone suddenly became serious.

"Hurry up, don't grind!"

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

I suddenly feel aggrieved.

who are you?
Why do we need to know you?
(End of this chapter)