svetikya Chapter 121 Fish and Chips
Chapter 121 Fish and Chips
Chapter 121 Fish and Chips
A winding road.
There weren't many vehicles on the road; in fact, there was only one black SUV sedan driving by.
inside the car.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Rost held a list in one hand and a pen in the other, doodling on it.
"Let me guess, will we become rich after we close this deal?"
"You'll definitely make a fortune, buddy!"
Someone tapped the headrest of the seat, and the man in the back seat laughed loudly: "With this money, I'm definitely going to find a few girls to have some fun with. My hard times are finally over!"
Hearing the men's conversation, Fred, who was driving, said disappointedly, "Don't think too much about anything, Ham. It's all just talk until we get the money."
"Yes, yes, yes, we'll wait until we get the money."
Ham rolled his eyes, leaned back in his seat with a slightly annoyed look, and rummaged in his crotch with his hand.
He suddenly clicked his tongue in admiration, smacked his lips, and a look of reminiscence appeared on his face: "I have to say, that girl last night was quite juicy."
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Seeing no response, Ham leaned closer and asked, "Why aren't you two saying anything?"
Rost glanced at him. "You really need to change this habit. If you're a pedophile, someone will come and take you away sooner or later."
Ham scoffed, "I'll be waiting!"
After saying that, he reached into his crotch again.
He's been holding it in for a long time!
Last night, I happened to run into a family while completing my task. I decided to take advantage of their generosity.
Hamm won't let this opportunity slip by.
Fred, in the driver's seat, glanced at Ham in the rearview mirror and said, "Haven't you heard that rumor lately?"
Upon hearing this, Rost turned to look at him and asked, "The Red Hood?"
Ham asked, puzzled, "Who the hell is Red Hood?"
"have no idea."
Fred said, "All I know is that this guy appeared out of nowhere in our line of work... or, strictly speaking, is he killing people in our line of work? I don't know, but I know a few guys who have died at his hands."
Rost frowned, turned his head, and stared at the rearview mirror.
The road behind was just as deserted and quiet as before, with no new vehicles appearing.
He then said, "Don't put pressure on yourself, Fred. Sometimes these things are far removed from us. We're just small-time mercenaries."
"That's true, so where should we go for drinks tonight?"
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The heavy topic that had just been brought up was instantly changed, and the three people in the car started chatting casually.
It's like getting paid.
Before you even have the money, you'll habitually start thinking about how you'd spend it once you have it.
Rost looked away from the rearview mirror, about to say something, but his gaze quickly returned to the mirror.
A black motorcycle slowly appeared at the end of the road.
And the helmet that person was wearing happened to be red.
The other person's helmet visor was very dark, making it impossible to see the rider's face clearly.
However, upon seeing this scene...
Rost immediately recalled the topic they had just discussed.
"Guys...we've found something!"
Rost quickly reported the situation to his two companions.
Ham, sitting in the back seat, drew his gun almost instantly and gripped it tightly in his hand.
Fred asked, "Just passing by?"
Ham glanced back and said uncertainly, "Maybe, but he looks like some kind of biker kid."
The motorcyclist behind them was driving very fast and soon caught up with their car.
As the motorcycle, painted entirely in jet black, drew closer, the three people inside observed it more closely.
The driver was wearing a brown leather jacket and carrying a backpack.
It seemed that they had noticed the gazes of the three of them.
The driver waved to signal them to move aside, then pointed forward slightly to indicate that he needed to accelerate.
Seeing this, Fred turned to look at Rost, who nodded.
On the highway, the car moved closer to the guardrail, beyond which lay the sea.
The driver gave them a thumbs up.
The motorcycle roared to life, its taillights leaving a long red trail.
It quickly rushed towards the corner ahead, then drifted in, a beautiful and elegant move.
boom!
The motorcycle accelerates.
The motorcyclist wearing the red helmet disappeared from their sight.
"call."
Ham lowered the pistol he was gripping and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Damn it, you guys just have to bring up that stuff, it's making us guys all anxious!"
"It's always good to be more vigilant."
"Rost is right, and Ham, you don't want to be broke to find girls, do you?"
Ham chuckled slyly, "If I'm broke, I'll be the same as last night."
"Here we go again. If you bring up the expression on that little girl's face before she died, I'll definitely shoot you dead."
"whee!"
Fred turned the steering wheel and maneuvered the car to a turn.
As he rounded the corner, the view ahead made his heart skip a beat.
"Get down!!!!!"
call out!
A bullet pierced the car window and struck Ham in the forehead from behind. Before he could even react, he was dead.
Just as Rost, in the passenger seat, was about to raise his gun, he was also struck in the head by a bullet the next second, dying with his eyes wide open.
If the sudden tension earlier had put them on high alert, then the driver's subsequent drifting performance made them relax their guard.
But the result was at the turn that followed.
The driver has reappeared!
Two gunshots rang out, two bullets.
They precisely and accurately took the lives of the two people inside the car.
Fred, in the driver's seat, looked terrified at the rider whose motorcycle was parked across the road ahead.
He raised his arm, holding a silver pistol, the light gleaming on its surface.
boom!
Another shot.
The black sedan lost its driver and crashed out of control into the railing on the other side, instead of the railing facing the sea.
After easily dealing with the three people.
The driver tucked the pistol back into his jacket and then twisted the throttle.
The rear tires made a screeching sound as they rubbed against the road.
Judging from their posture, it seems they don't intend to walk to the end of the road?
Instead...
The modified motorcycle launched itself, swerved, and crashed into the railing by the sea.
The motorcycle flew directly into the sea below!
Then the rider pulls the ring device on his shoulder.
With a bang.
The backpack suddenly exploded, and a parachute popped out, pulling him off the motorcycle.
So what Rost and the others saw earlier wasn't a backpack for carrying supplies, but a parachute!
The driver was still wearing his bright red helmet.
Frankly, that speed isn't enough for the parachute to fully deploy.
But he didn't seem to expect the parachute to keep him suspended for even a short while.
The driver swiftly pulled out another strange handgun mid-air.
call out!
A grappling hook shot out and gripped firmly onto the irregular rock surface.
He took off his parachute, used the momentum to swing and turn in the air, and then landed in the water in a straight diving motion without making a splash.
Look ahead in the direction the driver jumped into the water, then look to your right.
A motorboat is moored between the rocks.
If you don't look closely, it's easy to overlook this scene.
On the speedboat.
The man, completely covered in a set of black and yellow armor, picked up a golden French fry with his fingers and handed it to the black raven on his shoulder.
Then he glanced at the time on his watch.
He then said to the driver who had somehow ended up slumped over the edge of the speedboat behind him, "One second off."
The driver didn't reply, but instead pushed off with both hands and easily jumped onto the speedboat.
After they came up, a muffled sound came from inside the red helmet.
"The reason is the helmet."
Then the driver took off his bright red helmet, revealing a young and handsome face.
Jason shook his wet hair and asked the death knell ahead, "Where are we going next?"
"U.K."
Oz flapped his wings and cheered, "Yay! Fish and chips!"
Without further ado, Deathstroke started the speedboat.
The engine roared as it sped away from the area, heading towards the boundless sea.
The sea surface was coated with a layer of gold, creating an extremely beautiful scene.
The large waves that were created obscured the figures of the two people and the bird.
The speedboat sailed further and further away, eventually becoming a tiny black dot and disappearing into the sea.
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