Chapter 13: Turns Out To Be Dc’s Jinx
The car sped through the streets like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, the engine’s roar deafening, like an angry beast roaring, but more like the kind of roar that seemed short of breath and might give out at any moment.
It wasn’t just him who felt the thrill and worry; along the way, this crazy taxi scared quite a few pedestrians, with various unintelligible curses vaguely filtering into the car.
However, the vocabulary used wasn’t very rich, just those few curse words over and over; Ian had no time to popularize practical vulgarities to America’s citizens.
“Handbrake! Handbrake!” Ian leaned half his body into the driver’s seat, his fingers trying to grasp the protected operating lever but not daring to truly touch it.
He was really afraid of flipping the car.
This was a tug-of-war of acting skills.
Fortunately, the taxi driver had no discernment in this regard.
“Get back and sit properly! You want to die, but I don’t! Please! Trust my driving skills!” The taxi driver was panicked as hell, his forehead covered in dense beads of sweat.
Bean-sized sweat beads slid down his cheeks, but he didn’t choose to slow down or stop because of it. This guy was also stubborn as hell, seeing Ian still lunging toward his handbrake position.
“Don’t blame me! I’ll pay for medical fees!”
Instead, he grabbed the thermos and smashed it fiercely at Ian’s approaching head.
Clearly wanting to smash Ian back to the rear seat.
【Berserker Profession Experience Points+1】
It didn’t cause any harm to Ian; this was the effect of the “upgrade pendant” continuously “draining blood,” opportunely giving Ian a bit of profession experience at this moment.
But Ian wasn’t in the mood to be happy right now.
“If you don’t want to die, step on the brake, damn it!” Ian gripped the front seat headrests tightly, his tone annoyed; he wasn’t usually one to get angry easily.
Facing Ian’s shouting.
The driver said nothing, just holding the steering wheel with one hand while gripping the stainless steel thermos with the other, smashing wildly backward; even after Ian shrank back, he kept smashing at the air.
Just in case.
“This is a matter of life and death!”
The driver roared in anger and floored the accelerator again. The scenery outside blurred, the speedometer needle trembling as it approached 250, and the car body began emitting an ominous metallic wail.
“Huh? How about taking another look at my skin color? Is my life not a life?” Ian finally gave up struggling and could only helplessly hide behind the driver’s seat.
His hands gripped the metal bar on the front seat headrest tightly.
To be honest.
Ian was really nervous.
He only hated himself for not carrying a helmet when he went out; as long as his head didn’t shatter, he could use a skill to heal his battered body.
Of course.
Nervous as he was, Ian hadn’t completely lost his composure. After all, as a second-generation powerhouse, he still had his final trump card: shouting “Father save me” at the top of his lungs.
Believing in Superman’s speed.
It could absolutely rescue him before he was forced into pieces. How to put it, he hadn’t felt this way before, but now Ian just wanted to be glad that his father was really up there.
The man who could truly stand in the sky on Earth.
“I will definitely complain about you; you’ll lose your license for sure!” The more Ian thought, the angrier he got, gritting his teeth; he just felt this taxi driver must have something wrong with his head.
Maybe he even sneaked over from neighboring Gotham City.
“Hilarious, I don’t even have a license!” The taxi driver didn’t stop swinging the thermos, constantly banging at the air, clearly afraid Ian would sneak attack while he let his guard down.
“…”
Ian was stunned hearing this, unable to figure out why he was so unlucky. Under his gaze, this taxi was like a GTA game in “single-player mode.”
Drifting around corners?
Basic operation.
Leaping over the gap in an unfinished bridge, sparks flying from the undercarriage, and he even dangerously brushed past the rear of an oil tanker, the rearview mirror shattering into fragments with a “snap.”
“Damn! Are you filming Fast and Furious?”
Ian’s little face was pale as death.
He almost couldn’t hold back from crying for help several times. Sure enough, the taxi driver drove his crazy taxi, performing high-difficulty stunts all the way out of the city and crashing into a suburban farm.
The weather here was completely different from the city.
The city was sunny and clear, but here dark clouds covered the sky, the light dim as if it were already midnight, a oppressive atmosphere enveloping the entire farm.
Ian sensed an ominous aura.
“Where have you brought me?”
Ian wondered if this was some black lair for organ harvesting.
And facing his loud questioning.
The taxi driver turned a deaf ear.
“Kid! Buckle up!” He just loudly reminded Ian, then drove straight into a wooden house.
Of course.
By now he had started braking.
“Boom!”
With a massive crash.
The taxi finally stopped in the middle of the house.
But the front of the car was completely deformed, the windshield fully shattered, and the hood popped up with a bang after stopping, black smoke hissing out from inside.
“Constantine, are you still alive?” The driver forcefully shoved open the deformed car door, crawled out of the car, shouting into the house while rushing to the rear of the car.
He wanted to check on this middle school student’s condition.
At that moment.
“If you’d been any later, you could’ve directly collected my corpse!” A man in a beige windbreaker emerged from the shadows of the rubble, his blond hair disheveled, a prominent bloodstain on his lip.
“Charles, when I said I was dying, I meant it literally, got it?”
He questioned loudly.
However, taxi driver Charles didn’t respond; he yanked open the rear door and leaned in, but didn’t find that outrageous middle schooler in the back.
“Where’s the person?”
Taxi driver Charles looked bewildered.
“What person?”
Windbreaker man Constantine frowned and walked over.
“He was just here!” Charles unwillingly climbed into the car, searching everywhere, but not even a hair; a chill surged in his heart.
Could he really have hit a ghost in broad daylight?
“Here.” As the driver was at a loss, from the collapsed bricks and tiles in front of the car hood, a hand slowly emerged, followed by that childish voice weakly sounding.
Seeing this, Charles rushed forward, helping Ian escape from the debris; he inspected him and found this child merely disheveled and a bit ragged.
“You’re really damn creepy! Didn’t I tell you to buckle up!” Charles first let out a long breath of relief, then questioned loudly in extreme aftershock.
“Huh?”
As the victim, Ian was furious, “Can you go check your own car? Feel the back seat of your junk car to see if there’s even a seatbelt!”
Hearing this.
Charles was immediately speechless.
“Maybe it was missed during inspection… uh, alright, I never got inspected last year.” He was clearly guilty, responding softly with little confidence.
“…”
Ian had no idea how to respond anymore; given that the guy didn’t even have operating qualifications, this situation didn’t seem all that surprising.
Thinking and getting annoyed again, Ian was just about to throw a punch.
“Charles! How could you bring a child to such a dangerous place! That demon hasn’t been dealt with yet!” A shocked and angry voice suddenly came.
Ian looked over.
He saw a slovenly windbreaker man running toward him with a shocked and furious expression. If he heard right, this man was the famous DC scammer Constantine? And the taxi driver he hailed was Constantine’s partner? Hiss! Realization dawned; no wonder he’d been jinxed ever since meeting the driver!
This was truly tainted with jinx.
“We need to get this child out of here!” Constantine didn’t know Ian’s thoughts; he just stared at Ian, his tone trembling with fear.
With that.
The man directly grabbed Ian and tried to run toward the front door.
However.
“Huh?”
Constantine strangely found he couldn’t pull a 1.6-something-meter person.
“What’s up with this guy?”
Before Constantine could react.
A sharp crack of splintering wood suddenly came from the second floor.
His expression changed.
The next moment.
“Eat! Eat! Eat! Delicious child!”
Accompanied by a creepy cackle, a black shadow with a ferocious face shot down from the dark second floor like lightning, enveloped in rolling black mist, pouncing toward Ian.
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