Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 571 29. Taxi Hero

"Damn it, who moved my car!"

In the early morning, in the parking lot of an apartment in Brooklyn, the hard-working taxi driver Dupont screamed angrily, and then looked at the car in front of him with a headache.

It was his car, his means of travel, his means of earning money, a yellow taxi that was no different from any other taxi in New York.

Uh, if there is any difference, it may be that this car is equipped with a very expensive car speaker that only music enthusiasts will spend a lot of money to buy.

It is said that it can perfectly play music files in all formats, and can freely switch among many kinds of melodies. In this era, it is a symbol of music lovers.

Since Dupont installed this thing in his car, the number of complaints against him has suddenly increased, but everything has two sides. While losing some customers, Dupont also has many regular customers, all of whom are with him. He is also someone who loves subcontinent music.

But now, in front of Du Pengde, his beloved car has some small problems.

The car had visible scratches on the doors, and on the front hood, as if pranked, there was a strange cloud of powder that looked like salt and something else.

"Damn it, curse you bloody junkies."

Du Pengde looked at his scratched car with regret, he took out the rag from the cab, and carefully wiped off the suspicious powder on the car cover.

Taking good care of your own car is the basic character that every qualified taxi driver should possess.

After carefully checking his taxi, Dupont heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, only the door was scratched, and there was no other damage, not even the wad of money he forgot on the driver's cab.

"If he earns a few hundred dollars today, he will be able to buy a new mobile phone for Geeta."

Du Pengde inserted the key into the keyhole, started the car with ease, turned the steering wheel skillfully, drove the car out of the parking lot, and then slowly drove forward along the road he was most familiar with. Take out a sandwich made by my cousin Geeta.

"Oh, when I'm short of money, I miss Mr. Merlin very much."

While eating a sandwich, the Indian brother was calculating his savings, and he said to himself:

"If only everyone spent as much money as he does."

Well, Dupont's cousin Gita came to the United States from India two years ago. At the beginning, Dupont found her an apartment, but as the relationship between the two warmed up, the cousin moved to Dupont German home.

It's a pity that the girl's luck is not as good as Du Pengde's, and she has never been able to find a good job. It is no problem to rely on Du Pengde to drive and earn money to maintain a living, but it is difficult to live a better life.

"Hey, that annoying Banku started sending messages to my cousin again recently, sending gifts."

Dupont thought a little sadly:

"I have to quickly establish a relationship with my cousin. It is best to get married this year, but getting married...will cost a lot of money."

Yes, Dupont's love life has not been smooth sailing.

Although the cousin fell in love with him, but the cousin came from India, and her parents arranged a marriage for the cousin early on. The object was a distant cousin of Dupont named Banku. The cousin didn't like him, so he came to the United States for more To get out of that damn marriage.

But I didn't expect that guy Banku to chase after his cousin in the United States, and he pursued his cousin persistently. Moreover, that guy's family background is rich, he spends a lot of money, and he is a full-fledged swinger.

Women, always like shiny and valuable things.

Under the competition of financial resources, Du Pengde felt great pressure. He was a little worried about gains and losses, and he wanted to confirm the relationship. Unfortunately, money is really a big problem for ordinary people.

"Hi, guest, where are you going?"

Dupont was lucky, and after walking two blocks, he met his first guest.

It was a girl in a black leather jacket, jeans, with disheveled hair, who seemed to always stay up late, with heavy dark circles under her eyes, well, she was pretty pretty.

He parked the car on the side of the road and waited for the woman to get in the car.

"To Harlem."

The girl with the dark circles said to Dupont:

"Hire Company of Heroes."

"Oh, that place, I know."

Dupont turned the steering wheel and drove the guests onto another road. He looked at the dozing girl behind him through the rearview mirror, and reminded him kindly:

"That place is quite chaotic. It is said that there are several gangsters fighting for territory there. I mean, is it too dangerous for a girl like you to go there alone?"

"Dangerous, I'm used to it."

The long-haired girl yawned and looked out of the window boredly. She said:

"If it's just gangsters, I can handle it."

"really?"

Dubender looked suspiciously at the girl with thin arms and legs in the back seat, and said:

"You'd better find some people to go with you. By the way, want to hear a song?"

"casual."

The girl said:

"Don't make too much noise, I'll sleep for a while... Shet!"

Before she could finish her words, a cheerful dance music fluttered in the carriage. The dynamic and weird melody was like a needle, piercing into the girl's hangovered thinking, making her The son woke up.

"Turn it off! Damn it!"

Rubbing her forehead, she said to Dubender:

"It's noisy."

"Ok."

The guest is God, how can you not listen to God's words?

Dubender turned off his speakers with regret. In his heart, he equated this girl with Mr. Merlin, and they didn't like music.

There was nothing to say in the next ten minutes. Dupont, as usual, all the way to the green light, and soon drove the girl to a dilapidated street in Harlem.

At the end of the street, there is a small garage conversion company with an unassuming sign with the company's name on it.

"Hire the company of heroes, the destination has arrived, miss."

Dupont pressed the meter and said to the girl behind him:

"The total is 33.7 US dollars, and I charge you 33. This is my business card. If you still need it, you can call and call for a taxi at any time. But be careful, after 9 pm, there will be an increase in the price."

Du Pengde handed the business card to the girl behind him. The latter gave the money, took the business card, glanced at it, and said:

"Very well, I just need a lucky driver, my name is Jessica Jones, a private detective, you can call me Jessica. Also, Dupont, I need you to wait for me here, probably 20 minutes or so...I'll pay extra."

"Well...private detective, come to this chaotic place."

Dupont frowned and looked at Jessica. He was just an ordinary person, and he might occasionally envy Mr. Merlin's superhero life, but in the end, he still hoped to live his life in peace.

Jessica, a private detective, must have done something unsafe when she came to this gang-occupied place. In the past, Dupont would definitely refuse, but now, facing a precarious love, he needs money.

Therefore, after a few seconds of consideration, Dupont gritted his teeth and said:

"50 yuan, I'll wait for you!"

"no problem."

Jessica readily threw a bill to Dupont. She didn't seem worried that Dupont would escape. She put on a soft hat, adjusted her leather jacket, lowered her head, and quickly mixed into the crowd on the street. .

Dupont closed the car window with some concern, and quietly took out an old revolver from the driver's seat. It was a weapon left by his father for self-defense. In this ghost place of Harlem, he needed a weapon. Only then can I have the confidence to continue to wait.

However, after 10 minutes, Du Pengde saw a very unexpected situation.

Another taxi came into the block from the other side. It had a number plate familiar to Dupont, and it belonged to one of his few friends, Chas Chandler.

After Chas's car stopped, a few guys in windbreakers with indifferent faces and tattoos all over their necks got out of the car and ran quickly in the direction Jessica was walking.

"It's not good."

Dupont grabbed his phone and quickly called Chas.

"Hey, Chas, why are you here? What's going on with those people?"

"Dupender? I see your car."

There was a hint of fear in Chas's voice as he said:

"Go! Don't stay here. Those people just now are the gunmen of the gang here. I saw them with guns. Hell, something must have happened here."

"I want to go too."

Dupont is still very professional. He clenched the gun in his hand and said to Chas:

"But I have to wait for someone, she has paid for it...you go now."

"My car broke down and I can't go now."

There was a tinge of anger in Chas's voice as he said:

"Didn't know that bastard broke my exhaust pipe, I just found out, I didn't want to pick up those gunmen, but they... oh, no words."

"You come to me!"

Dubender said to his friend:

"I've got a gun anyway, I mean..."

"Crack, crack, crack, crack"

Before the two taxi drivers finished speaking, in the narrow and dilapidated aisle of the "Hero Company for Hire" in front of them, gunshots sounded like popping beans.

The sudden exchange of fire caused the pedestrians on the street to flee screaming, and Dupont himself got under the driver's seat, his hands began to tremble, and on the other end of the phone, Chas's voice became sharp:

"Damn! Run, Dupont, they're coming your way!"

"what?"

Dupont poked his head out in a daze, and looked out the windshield. As a result, he saw that Jessica he was carrying just now and a strong black man in a yellow vest and military pants were escaping from the Hero Company for Hire. Come out and follow the gunmen in black behind them.

I don't know who the two of them provoked. Those gunmen were not even holding pistols, but assault rifles emitting a cold light.

"Jessica is no ordinary person."

Dupont saw that the thin and slender Jessica grabbed the electric pole at hand, and easily lifted the electric pole from the ground, and swung it vigorously, forcing the gunman who was chasing after him to retreat.

And the strong black man beside her crossed his arms, resisting the bullets, and rushed away the gang members in front of him like a tiger.

Those bullets that are enough to kill any ordinary person can only splash sparks when they hit him, he is like an invulnerable super soldier.

Speaking of which, Dupont has indeed heard about a gossip that has been circulating in Harlem in the past few months. It is said that a street hero has appeared in this place where gangsters gather together. Save innocents and be a superhero with super powers.

People called him "The Man of Power".

Now it seems that the invulnerable guy in front of Du Pengde should be the legendary man of supernatural power.

"Don't come, hell, don't come!"

Dupont watched Wonder Man and Jessica running towards him, he was so nervous that he almost suffocated, he hid in the cab of the taxi, holding the revolver with trembling hands, while madly complaining to himself greedy for money.

"If I knew it earlier, I shouldn't have taken her money!"

And just as Dupont was complaining, the man of supernatural power also rushed to Dupont's car, facing more and more gangsters chasing and intercepting him, in desperation, the divine man grabbed Dupont's taxi with both hands, Even the car and the people were lifted into the air easily.

"No! Luke! There's someone in the car, don't throw it!"

Jessica, who was following behind the divine man, saw that the divine man raised the taxi, apparently intending to throw it out to stop the pursuers. She hurriedly shouted to stop it, but it was too late.

Dupont's taxi was thrown out, and Dupont himself was also in the car.

At this moment, Dupont closed his eyes in despair, and he said softly:

"Banku, you lucky bastard, you must take good care of Geeta! You must make her happy..."

However...

"Crack, click, click, click, click."

Under the sluggish gaze of everyone at the shooting scene, the appearance of the yellow taxi that was thrown into the air began to rotate rapidly, and countless gears and mechanical modules were reorganized in a dizzying manner as they flipped. The shape of the taxi.

"bang"

Two seconds later, a robot with a height of more than 2 meters, a whole body composed of machinery and various parts, complete limbs and a shield-shaped head landed firmly in the middle of the gunmen.

The cockpit where Dupont was located was moved to the position of the robot's chest. In the cockpit that was changed into a tetrahedron, Dupont sat in the cabin of the robot's abdomen with a dull expression.

He didn't understand what was happening in front of him at all, and he couldn't understand why his car suddenly turned into a robot that could move by itself.

His thinking was strongly impacted.

He watched as the terrified gunmen opened fire on his car, and then his car swung an iron fist and sent a jerk flying more than 30 meters with a punch amidst the weird roar of the expensive music player. ..The body of that unlucky guy landed in 6 different places.

Du Pengde was completely dazed by the scene in front of him.

He stopped thinking.

The situation in front of him was beyond his comprehension, so Du Pengde subconsciously pressed the communication button in his hand, and instinctively asked for help from his most trusted superhero.

"Hello? Mr. Merlin?"

"Uh, I've encountered some... hard to describe situations. Put simply..."

"My car is alive."

"It turned into a robot... and it's still beating people around, please tell me, what should I do now?"

(End of this chapter)