Chapter 753: Vulture with Broken Wings

"It's a bad habit to drive without closing the windows."

Death appeared in the back seat of Vulture's car.

The coldness on the back of his head made Vulture's heart tremble. He glanced at the rearview mirror inside the car and saw a man wearing a skull mask and a black robe, holding a shotgun.

There is no doubt that if the other party fired at this time, his head would explode into blood.

"Oh, I didn't expect that my small business would alarm Overwatch. If it didn't work once, it would come again."

Vulture still controlled the car steadily and tried to calm himself down as much as possible. The other party must have some concerns about not shooting. Yes, Overwatch has been disbanded now, and they dare not take people's lives at will.

"Overwatch? I advise you to consider your words carefully."

When it comes to Overwatch, Death is full of anger. He actually regarded him as an Overwatch agent?

"What? Even though Overwatch has been disbanded, your Commander Ronin still dares not give up and continues to pull together a few of you agents who have never shown their faces, meddling in other people's affairs, without any justification. Do you think your actions are legal?" Vulture said.

"Legal?" Death laughed contemptuously. Shadow had done so many things before, which one was legal? Do you care?

"If you didn't have another identity, I would kill you now."

"What identity?"

"My wife's husband, my child's father."

Vulture's hands on the steering wheel suddenly became confused. Undoubtedly, what he cared about most was this family, his wife and daughter.

"What do you want?"

"I like to give people multiple-choice questions, and now I will give you one too. Either die in the car or surrender." Death said in a deep voice, "Which one do you choose?"

"I don't like waiting for people, you'd better hurry up, because I'm holding the gun like this, and it's getting harder and harder to control the strength in my hand."

After a few seconds of silence, the vulture suddenly turned the steering wheel and said violently: "I choose to kill you!"

The car crashed into the wall, and the death leaned forward and hit the backrest of the front seat, and it took a while to recover.

The vulture quickly unbuckled the seat belt and ran towards an abandoned industrial area.

The death shook his head and chased after him. Damn it if he had fastened the seat belt earlier!

Turning into a ball of black mist and chasing after him, the vulture, who was not wearing a birdman suit, was not fast enough and was soon caught up.

"Where are you running?" The death held a shotgun and looked around at the surroundings. Several stone pillars supported the empty abandoned factory.

"Relax, man." The vulture turned around, "I was just joking with you. If I surrender, you have to let me have a psychological change process. I can't accept it all at once, right?"

"Unfortunately, I changed my mind!"

Death was annoyed. He hated being played with by others the most in his life.

Just as he pulled the trigger, a spider web shot over and pulled his shotgun over. He raised his left hand, and it was also pulled over by the spider web.

He turned his head and stared at Peter angrily, "What are you doing here?"

"Good boy, now I know why Liz likes you. Really, when you walked into my house, I was not sure. I thought, 'Just this kid', but now I understand." Without the threat, the vulture turned around and walked towards a stone table.

"How could you do this to her?" Peter shouted at the vulture.

"To her? I didn't do anything to her, Peter. I did all this for her."

Peter shot a spider web and stuck his hand to the edge of the table.

"Peter, you are very young, you don't understand what the world is like." said the vulture.

"I only know that it is wrong for you to sell weapons to criminals."

The vulture said earnestly and with a hint of resentment: "Where do you think your friend Stark got the money to build that building? And his little toys? Those people, Peter. Those high and mighty people can do whatever they want. People like us, like you and me, they don't care at all. We pave the way for them, fight for them, and so on, but they don't care about us at all. We have to follow them to pick up the leaks, and we can only eat their leftovers. This is the world."

"You know what I'm talking about, Peter."

"You'd better shut up." Death glanced at the vulture, and then looked at Peter, "Give me my gun, Peter."

"You will kill him, we should hand him over to the FBI." Peter said.

"Hand him over to the FBI?"

The vulture suddenly sneered, and then his other hand touched a remote control, controlling the birdman suit to fly over.

The birdman suit spread its blade-like wings and attacked them, and Death and Peter dodged in a panic.

"Gun!"

Death said again, and Peter threw two shotguns to him.

"That's why children are children. They never know how to do the right thing at the right time." The vulture sneered and ran out.

"I believe you can handle it, but I can't let him escape." Death turned into mist and chased after him.

"Hey! You can't just leave me like this." Peter dodged the falling rocks helplessly.

The birdman suit followed the vulture, and when Death followed him out, the vulture had already put on the birdman suit and turned into a real vulture.

"You failed to keep me last time, and this time it's the same..."

The vulture looked back at the God of Death and said arrogantly, "Speaking of which, that's all there is to Overwatch. Goodbye, God of Death. It's a pity that I didn't let you see the real God of Death, but I believe there will be a chance in the future."

"I told you, don't mention Overwatch in front of me!"

Death was angry, and when the vulture took off, he threw a shotgun, which happened to be still wrapped with spider silk.

The vulture took off, and he followed it. He was afraid that the seemingly thin spider silk would break, but after flying for a while, the spider silk showed no sign of breaking. The strength of the spider silk was far beyond his imagination.

"Are you imitating Peter? His end was very tragic at that time."

The vulture smiled and continued flying towards the high-rise buildings in the city, hoping that the God of Death would also experience the feeling of "hitting the wall" while flying at high speed.

"But he doesn't have the ability to tear apart his own material form."

With that said, the God of Death tore the body matter into mist, and followed the spider silk to the vulture's body like a black smoke. After climbing on him, he quickly released his ghost state and sprayed the left wing twice with a shotgun.

No matter how strong the wings are, they can't withstand the power of hellfire. If one shot fails, use two shots. If two shots fail, use three shots. They will always destroy you.

Suddenly, the vulture lost its balance in the air, spun and fell.

The God of Death firmly grasped the armor on his shoulders to prevent himself from falling.

"asshole!"

The vulture cursed but had no choice. Now it was difficult to even control the flight, let alone deal with the god of death lying on him.

Finally, they landed on the rooftop of a tall building.

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