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A luxury RV drives at night on a wild road in Texas.

This is the blast train team.

In the circle of stunt drivers, they are well-known.

After all, their team has the best stunt driver and the most deadly star in the circle, "Johnny Blaster".

"Hey guys!"

"Who will drive for me, I also want to drink a beer and take a break!"

The driver in front complained impatiently.

And the members of the blasting train team behind were playing cards together.

"It's your turn to drive today. If you want to drink, wait until you go back."

"Deal the cards, deal the cards!"

"When we get to the place, someone else will drive for you."

A few people were laughing and joking, they didn't want to do the drudgery of driving.

Today is their rest day, and it is rare to have time to relax. Everyone plays cards and drinks together, and whoever has the turn to drive will be unlucky.

You must know that in a few days, their big star Johnny will start the speed show, it will be a big scene, and there will be no time to rest when they get busy.

"Hey, Johnny, see, you're being talked about on TV."

"The best stunt driver ever, sitting next to me right now."

Mike of the Explosive Train Team, a slightly obese middle-aged man, patted Johnny Blaise on the shoulder.

"Okay, I know."

"Can you switch the channel back now? It's the monkey show just now."

Johnny stared at the TV, his mind wandering somewhere, maybe it was the howler monkey breeding show, or something.

In short, his mind is not in the flattery of the host on TV.

"I said Johnny, you can't learn from everyone, when can you have a cold beer and relax yourself."

Mike took out a can of cold beer from the car refrigerator, took a few sips into his mouth, and said to Johnny beside him.

"You know, alcohol always gives me nightmares, so I never drink at all."

"Besides I like this better, want some happy fudge?"

Johnny raised the triangular cup in his hand, which was filled with red and yellow granulated jellybeans.

It is very creative to drink sugar in the way of drinking, and it is also Johnny's own unique hobby.

"No, I'm not a child."

"This one in my hand is the adult's choice."

Mike raised the cold beer in his hand, picked up the remote control, and started to change channels.

He kept saying to Johnny.

"My good mate, you should really relax."

"And listen to me, watching a monkey show isn't an option either."

Johnny shook his head indifferently, while chewing on the fudge in his mouth, he spoke in a casual tone.

"Maybe."

From this indifferent tone, he didn't listen to what Mike said at all.

"Today, the New York Police Department held a press conference again. Chief George was interviewed. Regarding the heinous criminal Wallon..."

Click!

"Experts predict that the weather in Texas will change in recent days, and at the same time..."

Mike pressed the remote control, and a voluptuous female weather anchor appeared on the TV, reporting the recent weather changes in Texas.

"Oh, look at the hot body."

"I feel that the weather in Texas tomorrow must be good."

A few buddies who were playing cards were all attracted to the TV, chatting about certain topics.

"Hey, wait a minute."

"Mike switch the channel over."

Johnny was slumped in a chair, eating candy by the car window.

Suddenly, he seemed to be refreshed, and hurriedly patted Mike on the shoulder, even trying to grab his remote control.

"What's the matter, Johnny, that monkey show is so boring."

Mike reluctantly handed over the remote control, drank beer, and expressed his opinion.

"I'm not looking at monkeys."

"I mean the news program just now."

As Johnny spoke, he began to look back for the news that had just been broadcast.

"What's the name of the wanted man in New York you said?"

"Wa, Wallon?!"

Mike was drinking beer, and after turning his mind for half a circle, he remembered the sinful name.

As an important member of the explosive train team, he is very busy with his usual work.

Most of the dangerous and exciting speed shows that Johnny performed were arranged by him.

Including the layout of the scene, the atmosphere of the scene, and even various small props, especially Johnny's personal safety issues, all these need to be taken care of by Mike.

He usually doesn't have that much time to watch the news, that is, when they are on the way to Texas, he will look at the TV when he is free.

Ordinary leisure and entertainment, at most, is to use their own game characters to play two speed games that will end soon.

Just like Johnny always complained about him.

"Why do you always like to crash cars?"

In fact, Mike is just playing game skills, he doesn't like crashing cars.

"Yes, that's him."

"Which news station was it just now? Why can't I find it?"

Johnny held a triangular cup full of candies, and pressed the remote control anxiously.

"What do you care so much about a wanted man?"

Mike stroked his beard and looked at Johnny puzzled.

"I didn't care about him?"

"I just read the news. What should a person who is a heinous person look like?"

Johnny replied with a calm expression, a person who is known as the most evil wanted criminal of this century, is there anyone more evil than him in this world?

"Heinous crime?"

"I've been so busy recently that I don't have time to watch the news. Is this Walloon doing something important?"

Mike turned his head in doubt, and shook the beer in his hand to the four guys behind him who were playing cards.

Hope someone can answer his doubts.

"I know, as long as it's about New York, it's always mentioned in the news recently."

"I heard that he kidnapped the famous playboy, the one from the Stark Group."

"Some people say that New York ruined half of the city, and it was all done by this guy."

"It's just too scary. There seems to be a biochemical virus or something. In short, half of New York was destroyed, and it was all done by this Walloon."

"No wonder, being wanted by the whole world, this guy is really scary."

The four people who played cards seemed to have been aroused, drinking and playing cards, and talking about the past in New York that they didn't know the truth about.

In their words, the boss of the mafia organization is simply against the sky.

Relying on him alone, the whole of New York was turned upside down, and most of New York was destroyed overnight, causing incalculable economic losses.

Absolutely a veritable villain, really too powerful.

"I think I get it."

Mike listened to a few words and basically understood.

"Hey, it's like a character in a legend."

"Just like you, Johnny the Firebolt and Valon the Black Hand are all so crazy."

Mike made a little joke, then turned to look at Johnny, and said seriously.

"About what was said on TV just now, that your next speed show will fly across the entire football field, why didn't I know?"

"You should have discussed it with me first, this is crazy, if something happens..."

Before Mike could finish his chatter, Johnny interrupted him.

"It's nothing, take it easy."

"I'm not like this villain, I'm just a little lucky."

Johnny put down the remote control in his hand and looked at the TV in front of him.

The last scene of the news was fixed on the figure of the silver-haired man in a neat suit, holding a black gold cane, standing on the building of the Daily Bugle, confronting several helicopters.

"Is he Walloon?"

There seemed to be a flash of fire in Johnny's eyes, and he remembered this man.

"Hey, it's not a matter of being lucky or unlucky."

"Johnny, have you figured out the crux of the problem?"

Mike put the beer bottle on the table with a bang, and at the same time, the four card players behind him also stopped and looked at Johnny together.

"What's wrong?"

Johnny was taken aback by the sudden serious atmosphere, and looked at Mike inexplicably.

"What's wrong?"

"Just like in this situation before, you should have died long ago."

Mike pointed to the TV, during a speed show that Johnny had just finished.

After flying across the entire track, Johnny's motorcycle fell down heavily, and Johnny himself was thrown out and landed on his head.

Fortunately, the final result was good, although the motorcycle was scrapped, but fortunately Johnny himself was fine.

However, that scene really scared Mike to death.

"I just said, I might just be lucky."

Johnny repeated the answer again, and Mike clearly didn't believe it.

"You can't do this by luck alone. Believe me, Johnny, there must be angels protecting you."

Hearing what Mike said, Johnny didn't refute anything, he just said something in a light tone.

"Maybe!"

Johnny chews fudge, his face reflected in the car window, and the flashing reflection suddenly turns into a skeleton.

"Probably not an angel, though."

boom! !

The RV was still moving, and the engine roared for a while.

Suddenly, the driver in front yelled.

"I said guys, there seems to be a car at the intersection ahead."

"It's really rare. On such a wild road, we can still meet people who are traveling with us."

Hearing what the driver said, Johnny subconsciously cast his gaze into the distance.

At this time, an off-road vehicle was galloping in the dark, getting closer and closer to them.

...

"Welcome to local radio stations in Texas, let's focus on some recent news."

"The Texas Security Agency has been dispatched. It is reported that a horrific massacre has occurred in a remote town."

"The specific content has not been disclosed yet, but our reporter will follow up the interview further."

"Also, the entertainment news channel."

"The big star in the circus, the famous Snake Club Circus has entered Texas."

"We're about to have a great show, and it all depends on Mr. Derek Shannon..."

The local news from Texas is being broadcast on the car radio.

"..."

Miss Miko, who was sitting in the co-pilot, looked bewildered.

Kikyo just feels very confused, since a massacre has happened, shouldn't the case be solved as soon as possible?

Why is this Snake Club Circus more introduced in the news than the massacres in remote towns?

What's so good about this kind of performance? Isn't human life important?

"These people are really irresponsible, it should be the important thing!"

Mary Jane is also losing her temper.

She also really wants to know the details about the massacre. If such a brutal and bloody incident is reported, it will definitely have a good effect.

If the criminal can be caught, it will be an opportunity to report big news while advocating justice.

"Don't think about this kind of thing too much. Let's hand over the case to the local police station."

Harry said angrily, recently, in order to be able to become a real journalist.

Mary Jane is a bit obsessed, and she is not thinking about making big news all the time.

But it's best not to get involved in a massacre case like this, who knows what secrets are hidden behind it, maybe it's a gangster vendetta.

Master Harry didn't want trouble.

And the one who is in the best condition is actually Zhao Li. He has lived for too long, why are you missing Brother Li?

The reason why there are few people in Texas is not because they are too capable. Dead people are really too normal.

"Let me tell you, what is the origin of this snake club circus?"

Zhao Li lit a cigarette and asked casually.

Unexpectedly, Mary Jane jumped up again.

"I know, I know, I've seen the famous death snake show."

In order to become an excellent media person, of course, news from all walks of life must be paid attention to.

Especially this kind of top entertainment news, some mysterious little insider, Mary Jane never let go.

The horror performances of the Snake Club Circus, the Black Crow Scarecrow Show, and the poisonous snake pet show are all famous.

"Oh My God!"

Harry covered his face, obviously hopeless.

"How do you know everything?"

"Death snake scene, what the hell is this?"

Facing the surprised young master Harry, Mary Jane rolled her beautiful eyes.

"Really, you really are an ignorant young master!"

"It would be nice to catch up with the performance of the Snake Society Circus."

"At that time, if we can interview Johnny Explosive and Mr. Derek Shannon at the same time..."

"Wow, I can't imagine it!"

No, you are almost immersed in your own dream and cannot wake up.

Looking at Mary Jane's excited expression, Harry knew that the woman was daydreaming again.

What kind of suicide car show, what kind of death snake show, who would watch this kind of show?

Anyway, Harry would never go there, let alone accompany Mary Jane to interview anyone.

However, just when Mary Jane was excited.

"There is someone in front!"

Kikyo sensed something first.

"You don't need to tell me, I saw it too. How could such a big headlight not be noticed?"

"Luxury car, I haven't driven such a good thing."

A section of intersecting wilderness road, Zhao Li's off-road vehicle, and a luxury car coming from the side met, and finally converged on a road.

"It's not easy. I thought there would be no one to meet in this ghostly place."

Zhao Li stuck his head out of the car window, with a cigarette in his mouth, as if he wanted to see who was in the RV.

However, at the same time.

The window on the side of the RV was down, and Johnny, chewing fudge, was looking out.

The off-road vehicle merged with the caravan before twisting onto the same wilderness road.

Two cars were driving side by side, one big and one small, and two people stuck out the window, Johnny and Zhao Li.

At this moment, they looked at each other! !

Click! !

On the wilderness road in the night, it was a thunderstorm out of thin air.

then……

"Ahhh!!"

It's Mary Jane's scream!

It happened so suddenly that her dream was about to come true.

"Look, Harry, that sign on the RV."

"Yes, Explosive Train Team!"

"Explode, explode, explode!!"

"My big exclusive news is finally here!!"