Chapter 10 Cars and Explosions
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"Don't be afraid, I don't eat people."
John spoke softly in front of the bald head, even though the joke was not funny.
If he hadn't been pulling out a bloody pencil right now, it might have been a breath of fresh air.
The bald man was so frightened that he could only nod his head. His mind went blank and he felt like he would die in the next second.
In fact, it was not that the pain was unbearable. At that moment, the fear was ignited by the pain, creating a hundred times more fear in the mind.
Baldhead can't use any strength in his limbs now. Even if he wants to escape, his legs are still weak.
The pencil seems to be very long, but in fact it is not.
As the tip of the pen left his hand, it brought up drops of blood and smashed them to the ground, where the bald man lay limply.
Handing the pencil that was still dripping with blood to Mei, John thoughtfully reminded: "It can still be used after washing."
"Okay." Mei used two fingers to carefully and fearfully hold the end that was not stained with blood.
She made up her mind that the pencil must be thrown away.
Peter was stunned.
This scene had an impact on his young mind no less than that of a nuclear bomb explosion.
It was like someone who was suddenly told that in the future he would shoot white goo all over the walls.
John looked like he was used to it. He smiled and explained to May Wen: "Actually, I'm not usually like this. It's just that I had a minor surgery before, which made me a little unusual."
May now had some doubts as to whether John might have escaped from some mental hospital.
But it’s hard to say clearly now, after all, John also helped him.
After kicking the bald man, John told him to get away from the car.
The car that had just been driven out of his father's garage had several holes in it. John thought it was not a big problem and would probably just need to be repaired.
Out of the way, John opened the car door and prepared to leave. Before leaving, he said to the admiring child Peter: "Study hard, and you will find that knowledge is a very useful thing."
"That's cool. How did you do that just now?"
Peter quickly asked about the move just now, and John didn't hide it, "As long as you have enough speed, even paper can cut through wood."
"Also, I want to ask, is the invisible beast bread really that delicious?"
Little Peter wondered: "What is the invisible beast?"
John pointed to the half-eaten piece of bread, "This guy is the invisible beast."
"That's great, especially the jam inside." Peter did not hesitate to praise.
"I think the Invisible Beast would be happy to know that he is so popular."
Waving his hand, John started the sports car.
"boom!"
Fire and explosions instantly engulfed him.
The explosion involved two people on the street.
...
Death did not come.
Mei subconsciously hugged Peter and used her body to block him, the flames burning their skin.
Mei screamed and instinctively closed her eyes.
But the strange thing is that the flames burned through them, but there was no pain at all.
Just some warm feelings.
Warm air from a hair dryer will not cause burns.
May screamed for a long time, until Peter couldn't stand the suffocating love anymore and slapped May's arm with his hand.
After reacting, Mei opened her eyes and saw that nothing happened to her.
The leaked gasoline accelerated the combustion, and the car was burned to its frame.
The people inside were missing.
John, who was supposed to be in the car, stood next to the two people at some point, holding a wand in his hand and looking calm.
"I'm used to the magical world, so the attack on these Muggles was really sudden."
He looked at the car.
Well, it doesn’t need to be repaired, it’s just scrapped.
It is estimated that someone planted a bomb while buying bread for himself.
Hopefully this isn't Dad's favorite car.
The blows and fragments of the explosion were blocked by him with the iron armor spell, and Flame used the freezing fire spell to avoid being burned.
The moment he was sitting in the car about to start, he realized something was wrong and used apparation to come outside.
Protect both people involved at the same time.
It's just that the bakery was a bit miserable, all the glass was shattered.
The fat store manager ran out and stared at the exploding luxury car in shock.
John walked up to the store manager, took out a handwritten business card and handed it to him.
"I'm sorry, but after you calculate the damage, you can call the number here and someone will come to fix everything for you."
The shop owner blankly took the business card and asked, "Silver Hand Fashion Architecture?"
This was a name he had never heard before, and he looked up.
John and two others disappeared.
The fat shop owner scratched his head and looked at the bakery again.
A no-nonsense disaster.
...
May didn't know how she ended up on the other street, and even Peter couldn't figure it out.
She looked down and saw that her hand was being held by John.
She quickly let go of her hand.
John said apologetically: "Sorry for involving you in this matter."
"Who are you?" Mei asked.
"John Wick, you don't need to remember who he is."
Looking at the guy sneaking into the crowd, John said casually: "I should have let you go back, but now I need to follow someone, so I need you to follow me temporarily."
Mei was hesitant because John saved her, and it would be unreasonable for her to immediately think that this man was a bad person.
John originally wanted to send the person back and use the Forgetting Spell to erase the memory, but he found the person who placed the bomb in his car.
In order to find out the Ten Rings Gang who attacked his family, John had to temporarily put aside his thoughts of forgetting the two of them.
"We need to change our disguise."
With a wave of John's magic wand, Aunt May's clothes changed into an urban white-collar outfit, and Peter's clothes changed into red and blue.
Dress yourself in black casual attire.
His operation had left the two of them speechless.
"Is this magic?" Peter touched his clothes again and again, wanting to know how to wear this clothes on himself.
Almost like a fairy godmother.
"This is the best magic." John smiled slightly and admitted without humility.
This is real magic.
He saw the guy walking down another street.
Taking one, one, and one with him, John followed.
Mei was involved, and for some reason, she was a little excited.
"Are you an agent? 007?"
She and Peter were like curious babies, asking in John's ear.
"You mean the MI[-] one? Unfortunately, I'm not."
John followed the guy who put the bomb, and he knew someone from MI[-].
After walking around for a while, we came to a fried chicken restaurant.
The guy had just finished blowing up other people's cars, then turned around and went to a fried chicken shop to change into clothes and sell fried chicken.
They're both fried, so you really don't differentiate between humans and chickens?
"So you are a magician?" John observed the other person from across the street.
Curious baby Peter asked, "Then you must be famous in New York."
"I don't mind others thinking so. In fact, I don't, and I just came to this city yesterday." John invited May, "Would you like some fried chicken?"
Mei pulled up her hair around her ears, shrugged like John, and said, "I don't mind."
"Then have some fried chicken."
The three people walked through the busy streets and came to the fried chicken shop and opened the door.
"welcome."
The car bomb shop clerk raised his head and didn't seem to recognize the three people.
Maybe in his subconscious mind, the three people were dead, or maybe he didn't know the target of his bombing at all.
John looked at the menu and opened his mouth and said: "Three fried chicken legs, another fried chicken nugget, and by the way, I also need a Big Mac fries."
"I think our Mr. Peter will enjoy it."
"Don't buy him this," Mei said, "it's too much."
"It doesn't matter, that's how you grow."
The two talked like a couple discussing their children, although the woman seemed more mature.
The clerk smiled knowingly and asked the customer to wait.
John came to sit by the glass, and May and Parker sat opposite him.
"You have a million dollars under your butt." John suddenly said to Mei.
Mei was stunned, thinking it was a vulgar joke, and laughed dryly, "This joke is a bit vulgar."
John also smiled and said: "I guess this is the reward for killing three people, but hiding it under the chair is quite special."
Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, Mei reached out and touched the chair.
Sure enough, there were some uneven places that looked like marks from stacked banknotes.
Is there really 100 million under this ass?
John's words also alerted her. She glanced at the fried chicken clerk covertly, lowered her voice and approached John and said, "What should we do, call the police?"
"The police are very useful, but they are not omnipotent." John saw the clerk preparing fried chicken, and he said casually, "I will be here."
"What are you going to do?" Mei asked in surprise.
The clerk brought the fried chicken over, and John turned to look at him.
Those reddish-brown eyes turned dark at some point, and the clerk bumped into the line of sight of those eyes without warning.
"Tell me who told you to blow up that car."
"what?"
When the clerk heard this, he immediately became alert.
He reached behind him and couldn't find the pistol hidden behind him.
But he touched the cold scales. He took it out and saw that his arm was wrapped around a patterned snake.
For a moment, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, encountering the cobra in an abandoned cement cylinder.
The shadow of his childhood struck him, causing him to scream in terror.
Immediately afterwards, the bodies of the three people in front of him turned into snakes and swarmed towards him.
The Mexican clerk accidentally slipped and fell, with a look of horror on his face.
He rolled and crawled to the ground and hid behind.
He touched the stool and wanted to lift it up to give himself a sense of security.
But when he picked it up, he realized something was wrong. The stool became cold and scaly to the touch.
Looking up, I saw a thick and strong snake in my hand.
The snake asked strangely, "Who asked you to blow up that car."
The overwhelming number of snakes crowded the store, and the clerk was almost buried.
He shouted: "It's Simon!"
The snakes stopped swarming towards him, and the big snake continued to speak human words and asked, "Who is he?"
"A boss in Hell's Kitchen, he came to me in the morning and gave me a sum of money to put a bomb in a car."
The clerk begged for mercy: "I can only do this, otherwise he will not let me go."
"But I see you enjoy it." The big snake's black eyes seemed to see through people's hearts, "Just like every time you kill someone with a bomb, a mark will be carved on the coat rack at home."
When the clerk heard this, he became more and more frightened.
"Let me count how many you have killed. Thirteen. This is not an auspicious number. Add today's number and you will feel very accomplished."
"No, it's not like that." The clerk wanted to argue.
But those snakes had completely submerged it.
...
John spoke softly in front of the bald head, even though the joke was not funny.
If he hadn't been pulling out a bloody pencil right now, it might have been a breath of fresh air.
The bald man was so frightened that he could only nod his head. His mind went blank and he felt like he would die in the next second.
In fact, it was not that the pain was unbearable. At that moment, the fear was ignited by the pain, creating a hundred times more fear in the mind.
Baldhead can't use any strength in his limbs now. Even if he wants to escape, his legs are still weak.
The pencil seems to be very long, but in fact it is not.
As the tip of the pen left his hand, it brought up drops of blood and smashed them to the ground, where the bald man lay limply.
Handing the pencil that was still dripping with blood to Mei, John thoughtfully reminded: "It can still be used after washing."
"Okay." Mei used two fingers to carefully and fearfully hold the end that was not stained with blood.
She made up her mind that the pencil must be thrown away.
Peter was stunned.
This scene had an impact on his young mind no less than that of a nuclear bomb explosion.
It was like someone who was suddenly told that in the future he would shoot white goo all over the walls.
John looked like he was used to it. He smiled and explained to May Wen: "Actually, I'm not usually like this. It's just that I had a minor surgery before, which made me a little unusual."
May now had some doubts as to whether John might have escaped from some mental hospital.
But it’s hard to say clearly now, after all, John also helped him.
After kicking the bald man, John told him to get away from the car.
The car that had just been driven out of his father's garage had several holes in it. John thought it was not a big problem and would probably just need to be repaired.
Out of the way, John opened the car door and prepared to leave. Before leaving, he said to the admiring child Peter: "Study hard, and you will find that knowledge is a very useful thing."
"That's cool. How did you do that just now?"
Peter quickly asked about the move just now, and John didn't hide it, "As long as you have enough speed, even paper can cut through wood."
"Also, I want to ask, is the invisible beast bread really that delicious?"
Little Peter wondered: "What is the invisible beast?"
John pointed to the half-eaten piece of bread, "This guy is the invisible beast."
"That's great, especially the jam inside." Peter did not hesitate to praise.
"I think the Invisible Beast would be happy to know that he is so popular."
Waving his hand, John started the sports car.
"boom!"
Fire and explosions instantly engulfed him.
The explosion involved two people on the street.
...
Death did not come.
Mei subconsciously hugged Peter and used her body to block him, the flames burning their skin.
Mei screamed and instinctively closed her eyes.
But the strange thing is that the flames burned through them, but there was no pain at all.
Just some warm feelings.
Warm air from a hair dryer will not cause burns.
May screamed for a long time, until Peter couldn't stand the suffocating love anymore and slapped May's arm with his hand.
After reacting, Mei opened her eyes and saw that nothing happened to her.
The leaked gasoline accelerated the combustion, and the car was burned to its frame.
The people inside were missing.
John, who was supposed to be in the car, stood next to the two people at some point, holding a wand in his hand and looking calm.
"I'm used to the magical world, so the attack on these Muggles was really sudden."
He looked at the car.
Well, it doesn’t need to be repaired, it’s just scrapped.
It is estimated that someone planted a bomb while buying bread for himself.
Hopefully this isn't Dad's favorite car.
The blows and fragments of the explosion were blocked by him with the iron armor spell, and Flame used the freezing fire spell to avoid being burned.
The moment he was sitting in the car about to start, he realized something was wrong and used apparation to come outside.
Protect both people involved at the same time.
It's just that the bakery was a bit miserable, all the glass was shattered.
The fat store manager ran out and stared at the exploding luxury car in shock.
John walked up to the store manager, took out a handwritten business card and handed it to him.
"I'm sorry, but after you calculate the damage, you can call the number here and someone will come to fix everything for you."
The shop owner blankly took the business card and asked, "Silver Hand Fashion Architecture?"
This was a name he had never heard before, and he looked up.
John and two others disappeared.
The fat shop owner scratched his head and looked at the bakery again.
A no-nonsense disaster.
...
May didn't know how she ended up on the other street, and even Peter couldn't figure it out.
She looked down and saw that her hand was being held by John.
She quickly let go of her hand.
John said apologetically: "Sorry for involving you in this matter."
"Who are you?" Mei asked.
"John Wick, you don't need to remember who he is."
Looking at the guy sneaking into the crowd, John said casually: "I should have let you go back, but now I need to follow someone, so I need you to follow me temporarily."
Mei was hesitant because John saved her, and it would be unreasonable for her to immediately think that this man was a bad person.
John originally wanted to send the person back and use the Forgetting Spell to erase the memory, but he found the person who placed the bomb in his car.
In order to find out the Ten Rings Gang who attacked his family, John had to temporarily put aside his thoughts of forgetting the two of them.
"We need to change our disguise."
With a wave of John's magic wand, Aunt May's clothes changed into an urban white-collar outfit, and Peter's clothes changed into red and blue.
Dress yourself in black casual attire.
His operation had left the two of them speechless.
"Is this magic?" Peter touched his clothes again and again, wanting to know how to wear this clothes on himself.
Almost like a fairy godmother.
"This is the best magic." John smiled slightly and admitted without humility.
This is real magic.
He saw the guy walking down another street.
Taking one, one, and one with him, John followed.
Mei was involved, and for some reason, she was a little excited.
"Are you an agent? 007?"
She and Peter were like curious babies, asking in John's ear.
"You mean the MI[-] one? Unfortunately, I'm not."
John followed the guy who put the bomb, and he knew someone from MI[-].
After walking around for a while, we came to a fried chicken restaurant.
The guy had just finished blowing up other people's cars, then turned around and went to a fried chicken shop to change into clothes and sell fried chicken.
They're both fried, so you really don't differentiate between humans and chickens?
"So you are a magician?" John observed the other person from across the street.
Curious baby Peter asked, "Then you must be famous in New York."
"I don't mind others thinking so. In fact, I don't, and I just came to this city yesterday." John invited May, "Would you like some fried chicken?"
Mei pulled up her hair around her ears, shrugged like John, and said, "I don't mind."
"Then have some fried chicken."
The three people walked through the busy streets and came to the fried chicken shop and opened the door.
"welcome."
The car bomb shop clerk raised his head and didn't seem to recognize the three people.
Maybe in his subconscious mind, the three people were dead, or maybe he didn't know the target of his bombing at all.
John looked at the menu and opened his mouth and said: "Three fried chicken legs, another fried chicken nugget, and by the way, I also need a Big Mac fries."
"I think our Mr. Peter will enjoy it."
"Don't buy him this," Mei said, "it's too much."
"It doesn't matter, that's how you grow."
The two talked like a couple discussing their children, although the woman seemed more mature.
The clerk smiled knowingly and asked the customer to wait.
John came to sit by the glass, and May and Parker sat opposite him.
"You have a million dollars under your butt." John suddenly said to Mei.
Mei was stunned, thinking it was a vulgar joke, and laughed dryly, "This joke is a bit vulgar."
John also smiled and said: "I guess this is the reward for killing three people, but hiding it under the chair is quite special."
Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, Mei reached out and touched the chair.
Sure enough, there were some uneven places that looked like marks from stacked banknotes.
Is there really 100 million under this ass?
John's words also alerted her. She glanced at the fried chicken clerk covertly, lowered her voice and approached John and said, "What should we do, call the police?"
"The police are very useful, but they are not omnipotent." John saw the clerk preparing fried chicken, and he said casually, "I will be here."
"What are you going to do?" Mei asked in surprise.
The clerk brought the fried chicken over, and John turned to look at him.
Those reddish-brown eyes turned dark at some point, and the clerk bumped into the line of sight of those eyes without warning.
"Tell me who told you to blow up that car."
"what?"
When the clerk heard this, he immediately became alert.
He reached behind him and couldn't find the pistol hidden behind him.
But he touched the cold scales. He took it out and saw that his arm was wrapped around a patterned snake.
For a moment, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, encountering the cobra in an abandoned cement cylinder.
The shadow of his childhood struck him, causing him to scream in terror.
Immediately afterwards, the bodies of the three people in front of him turned into snakes and swarmed towards him.
The Mexican clerk accidentally slipped and fell, with a look of horror on his face.
He rolled and crawled to the ground and hid behind.
He touched the stool and wanted to lift it up to give himself a sense of security.
But when he picked it up, he realized something was wrong. The stool became cold and scaly to the touch.
Looking up, I saw a thick and strong snake in my hand.
The snake asked strangely, "Who asked you to blow up that car."
The overwhelming number of snakes crowded the store, and the clerk was almost buried.
He shouted: "It's Simon!"
The snakes stopped swarming towards him, and the big snake continued to speak human words and asked, "Who is he?"
"A boss in Hell's Kitchen, he came to me in the morning and gave me a sum of money to put a bomb in a car."
The clerk begged for mercy: "I can only do this, otherwise he will not let me go."
"But I see you enjoy it." The big snake's black eyes seemed to see through people's hearts, "Just like every time you kill someone with a bomb, a mark will be carved on the coat rack at home."
When the clerk heard this, he became more and more frightened.
"Let me count how many you have killed. Thirteen. This is not an auspicious number. Add today's number and you will feel very accomplished."
"No, it's not like that." The clerk wanted to argue.
But those snakes had completely submerged it.
...
