The Juggernaut in the comic world

Chapter 58 The Real Raider

"It's very busy."

Tracy Edmonds responded with a smile, and said again: "You have been running for a day today, go take a shower first, and dinner will be ready in a while."

"hey-hey!"

Mark pulled his collar and sniffed, then smiled embarrassedly, and said, "Indeed."

"Then I'm going to take a shower first."

After speaking, Mark went back to the bedroom to get his clothes, and then went to the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Mark walked to the living room while brushing his hair.

Then, I saw a strange picture.

At this moment, Tracy Edmonds and Ashe were sitting straight at the dining table, and neither of them started to eat. When Mark appeared, their eyes looked over.

Mark's hand that wiped his hair froze, then he lowered his head to look at himself, then raised his head again, and asked strangely, "Is there something wrong with me?"

Then, Mark's eyes fell on the dining table again, and he asked with a strange look: "Why don't you eat anything?"

Trish Edmonds and Ashe glanced at each other, then immediately moved their hands.

"??"

Mark threw the towel on the sofa casually, then frowned and sat down at the dining table, picked up a fork and spoon and began to eat dinner.

After dinner, Mark returned to the bedroom, sat at the desk, and frowned.

Today's dinner made him very uncomfortable.

On the way, I talked to Ashe several times and picked up the green vegetables that she hated the most before, but the latter not only did not pretend to refuse like in the past, but thanked him very politely.

This made Mark very uncomfortable.

Can it grow up in a few hours?

And then there's Tracy Edmonds.

Mark faintly noticed that she seemed a little scared of him, and didn't say a word halfway through, making Mark think that the other party would ask him what he was doing out in the afternoon, and there was no room for him to use the reasons he had prepared.

Recalling Tracy Edmonds' reaction at dinner, Mark stood up from the chair with a "whoosh" and murmured to himself with shock in his eyes: "Could it be that Aunt Tracy... found my Ghost hands?"

Thinking of this, Mark's expression tightened, and the expression on his face became serious.

He lingered in the room for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, and decided to go to Trish Edmonds to test it first, to see if it was what he thought.

in the case of……

Then you have to think about how to fool around.

Max frantically opened the door, ready to find Trish Edmonds.

But as soon as he opened the door, Mark was a little dumbfounded.

It's not even eight o'clock now. At this time before, shouldn't Trish Edmonds watch cartoons with Ashe in the living room?
"Is it sleeping?"

Looking at the dark living room, Mark shook his head. Since Trish Edmonds had already fallen asleep, it would definitely not be convenient for him to find her now.

"Let's wait until tomorrow to find a chance to have a look."

Mark shook his head, then closed the door and walked towards the door.

Regardless of whether the ghost is exposed or not, he has other things to do tonight.

Because Hill is moving tonight.

After going out, Mark rushed towards Hill's house.

When Mark arrived at Hill's house, he found a pickup truck parked in front of Hill's house, and the Huff family was busy carrying luggage.

Just as he was about to go there, out of the corner of Mark's eyes, he suddenly saw a figure standing under the shade of the tree opposite Hill's house.

Are those gangsters?

Mark slowed down and leaned forward.

Walk in and have a look.

This person is not a gangster, but their classmate, Corentin.

After seeing that it was Corentin, Mark was relieved, as long as he wasn't a gangster.

But immediately after, a doubt came to mind.

Why is he here?

With this doubt, Mark walked up to the former, patted him on the shoulder, and just said: "Corantin..."

"what!"

Corentin was shocked when he was patted on the shoulder suddenly in the middle of the night, but he felt a little calmer when he heard someone calling his name.

Afterwards, Corentin turned his head and opened his mouth to curse: "Fack! You..."

"!!"

Halfway through the conversation, it stopped abruptly.

When Corentin turned his head and saw that it was Mark who was patting him, his eyes almost fell off.

His eyes were full of fear, and the muscles on his face were trembling slightly. He said tremblingly, "Ma...Mark? You, are you...a human, or...a ghost...ah!"

What do you mean?
Mark frowned and said strangely, "Of course I'm human."

After a pause, Mark asked again: "Corantin, it's late at night, you came here to do it..."

Just as he was asking questions, Mark's eyes suddenly froze, and doubts emerged in his heart.

Human or ghost?

Why did Corentin ask such a question?
And he seemed terrified of himself.

At this time, it appeared at the door of Hill's house again.

Could it be that Corentin also knew what happened last night?

Hill told him?
Or……

A storm blew up in Mark's mind. Thinking of the end, he widened his eyes suddenly, stared at Corentin, and asked coldly, "What do you mean by that sentence at the beginning!"

"Guru~"

Corentin swallowed, forced a smile and said, "What...what do you mean?"

"Last night...stop!"

Just when Mark was about to test Corentin with what happened last night, Corentin suddenly turned around and ran away.

Corentin's reaction made Mark more and more sure of his suspicions, and then he kicked his feet and quickly chased after him, shouting at the same time: "Corantin! Stop! The person who shot last night It's you, right?!"

Not only did Corentin, who heard Mark shout, not stop, but Fan Er ran even faster.

But Mark, who has experienced professional inheritance, is absolutely incomparable in physical fitness. Even if Corentin is a strong sports student, he will definitely not be able to beat Mark.

The same is true!

Corentin, who was the first to run out, ran for a few more steps, and then planned to look back to see how far he had left Mark, but when he turned around, he found that Mark was only a few feet away from him. to two or three meters.

"!!"

How so fast!
Corantan's heart trembled, and he lost his center of gravity under his feet in a panic. His left and right feet bumped together, and he became unsteady, and fell directly to the ground.

What was even more unfortunate was that Corentin had no defense when he fell, and his head hit the curb on the side of the road.

Blood flowed out from the wound. Corentin only felt a pain in his forehead, and then his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness and passed out.

"Corantin!"

Mark came to Corentin's side in a few steps, grabbed his clothes, turned it over, and shook it several times, but Corentin didn't respond.

(End of this chapter)