usatvline Chapter 485 Cleanup Operation (Part 9)
Chapter 485 Cleanup Operation (Part 9)
"I was wrong." A blush appeared on the gravekeeper's pale face. He clenched the shovel with both hands and looked at the remaining people with some guilt.
"It's okay, we can take a taxi back." The batsman wiped the cricket bat he brought with him. His beloved partner couldn't be dirty when dealing with these members of the Black Organization.
The toymaker looked down at his toy box filled with ammunition, then looked to his left at the gravekeeper, whose windbreaker was still stained with blood and brain matter, and then to his right at the batsman, who was not stained with blood but was covered with fine sawdust left by the destruction of doors, windows and furniture.
The only postman who looked normal was carrying a large amount of documents on his shoulders and in his hands, looking like a black-hearted employee who wanted to pack up and run away after stealing company secrets.
"I think if we just go and get a taxi like this, we'll probably be mistaken for terrorists."
"That makes sense. Since Fiona refuses to open a portal for us and we can't take a taxi, how are we going to go back? Fly back?" The batsman looked at the hang glider on the toy maker's back.
"My hang glider can't carry the weight of so many people," the toy seller said, changing the subject. "So, can any of you drive?"
The mechanically blind gravekeeper who grew up in a cemetery shook his head. The batsman couldn't drive at all, but he could drive a speedboat, while the postman could only ride a bicycle.
"So, why bother with this problem? We can just walk back." The opera singer appeared beside them.
The toy seller waved his hand helplessly, "But Miss Sangria, not everyone has the same speed as you."
"Why don't we try to see if the Is people can teleport us back?" The batsman came up with a bad idea.
The postman immediately shook his head in protest. "No, no, no," he said. "No one wants to experience the feeling of having an Isling drilled into their brain. Can you imagine that slippery, soft soul-like thing swirling around in your eye sockets and then coming out of your ears?" It's even scarier than a sea squirt.
"What a fast writing speed! It seems Victor really doesn't want to experience it." To be honest, the batsman himself didn't want to experience that feeling either.
[Forward: Every time I try to pull the ball, it gets interrupted. It hurts!]
[Cowboy: Even remote rescue efforts will be met with targeted spray.]
[Artist: So now I'm spinning my perspective like crazy when dealing with Miss Ivy.]
[Spell Master: And then you accidentally got stuck in that little gap, right?]
[Doctor: Hangnails really need to be removed. The most common disease in our manor right now is paronychia, followed by Syndrome 26.]
[Guard 26: Bang?]
[Crazy Eyes: How about installing a camera behind No. 26 as well?]
[Deer Head: But Mr. Balk, I don't think Bang Bang's inability to see people is due to the number or accuracy of the cameras...]
[Crazy Eyes: You know shit! No one knows number 26 better than me! I'm going to install my precious camera on him right now.]
[Mechanic: I'm not optimistic about Mr. Balk this time.]
[Aviator: Same as above.]
[Hermit: Why not enhance Bang Bang's other sensing capabilities? Infrared, temperature sensing, or something like that would be fine. Why stick with just the camera?]
[Little girl: If Bang Bang installs so many new features, will he get fat?]
[Reporter: It seems that energy conservation and cost reduction and efficiency improvement are also major challenges.]
Although the opera singer can rely on his super high mobility to leave the scene, and the Shadow of Time and Space can also rely on the Ancient Face of the Yis to teleport away, among the remaining few people, only the Toymaker has the ability to move long distances, and the Gravekeeper's potato mine tactics are really not enough in this situation.
"Forget it, I'd better find a way to take a taxi." The toy merchant walked helplessly to a wider street to see if he could stop a taxi.
The few of them were lucky enough that a car soon stopped by the roadside. However, when the driver saw the appearance of the four people who got in, he immediately felt that he had made the worst decision in his life.
In the eyes of the unlucky driver, the four people were: a suspicious foreign man with pale skin and traces of an unknown dark liquid on his windbreaker; an Indian man with dark skin and a fierce face; a young man with short blond hair, who looked innocent but had his mouth sewn shut, was carrying a pile of unknown paper documents and had a dog by his side; and a vulnerable woman who looked like she was forced to come.
The gravekeeper sat in the passenger seat and said coldly, "Drive to the outskirts of the city."
Driver: !!! Go to the outskirts of the city! The more you look at us, the more you look like a gang that's been involved in murder and robbery!
The driver, who was hesitating whether to step on the accelerator to take the people to the police station, suddenly heard a gentle female voice: "Driver, please don't be afraid. We are just employees of this company. We are just late for get off work today. We usually live together in a house on the outskirts of the city."
The toy maker used the gentlest tone possible to comfort the driver, who was frightened by the appearance of the men.
The driver's nervousness eased when he saw the gentle toy seller speak. "Oh, it's okay. I've been a taxi driver here for over ten years. It's normal for young people like you to go home together after working overtime at this time."
As the driver stepped on the accelerator and drove away, the food processing plant erupted in flames, billowing smoke and scorching heat. It must be said that the bomb designed by the fire investigators, prospectors, and acrobats was highly effective.
The confused driver glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "This is really weird. Why is there such a big fire suddenly behind us? Is there a fire somewhere?"
"It should be a big fire in the distant city. Mr. Driver, please drive faster. It's very late." The toy seller forced a smile.
The driver was about to turn around and respond when he suddenly saw grenades rolling out of the toy seller's box and various firearms with a corner exposed.
Driver: !!! You say you're not a criminal gang! With weapons like that, you must be terrorists!
The toy seller felt he was about to make up his mind. “Oh, please don’t be afraid. These are just props for the play we are going to perform. They are not real.”
The driver remained silent, sweat pouring down his face as he slammed on the accelerator. All he wanted now was to get these suspected terrorists to their destination and then get away. As for calling the police? What a joke! Didn't he see that tall, white-haired man staring at him with a stern expression? If he dared to call the police, he'd definitely be killed before they even arrived!
The gravekeeper was actually staring at the dashboard in front of the driver: Although I don’t know much about driving, is this speed too high?
The batsman on the left back seat: This car must be speeding, it feels like a strong push on my back.
The postman on the right side of the back seat: He hugged Wick tightly and said nothing.
The toy seller in the middle of the back seat: If I had known he could drive so fast, I would have just scared him.
When the car arrived at the villa that the toy dealer temporarily rented, several people got off the car one by one. When the driver saw that the people had been dropped off, he immediately did a big drift and made a sharp turn to change direction. Then he stepped on the accelerator and drove away without looking back. He didn't even care that the back door of the car was not closed tightly.