Shadow of the Beautiful World

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"Damn, who moved my car!"

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

That's his car, his travel tool, his money-making tool, a yellow taxi that is no different from other taxis 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 on.

It is said that it can perfectly play all formats of music files, and can also be freely converted in a variety of melody, in this era, it is a symbol of music lovers.

Since DuPont has installed this thing in his car, the number of complaints has suddenly increased, but everything has double-sidedness. While losing some customers, DuPont has many regular customers. He likes people who love music from the South Asian subcontinent.

But now, Du Pengde's car belongs to him has some small problems.

There were obvious scratches on the door of this car. On the front hood, it was supposed to be mischievous, piled with a weird powder, which looked like salt and other things.

"Damn, curse you **** junkies."

Du Pengde looked at his beloved car sadly. He took out the rag from the cab and carefully wiped the suspicious powder on the car cover carefully.

Caring for your car is the basic character that every qualified taxi driver should possess.

After carefully checking his taxi, Du Peng was relieved. Fortunately, the door was scratched and there was no damage elsewhere, even the money he forgot on the bridge.

"To make him a few hundred more dollars today, I will be able to buy Gita a new phone."

Du Pengde inserted the key into the key hole, started the car in a familiar way, drove the car skillfully, drove the car out of the parking lot, and then drove slowly along the road that he was most familiar with. Take out the sandwich made by cousin Gita.

"Alas, when such a lack of money, I miss Mr. Merlin."

The Indian-born brother was eating a sandwich while calculating his savings. He said to himself:

"It would be nice if everyone would shoot like him."

Well, Du Pund's cousin Gita came to the United States from India two years ago. At the beginning, Du Pund found an apartment for her, but later as the two people's feelings increased, the cousin moved to Du Peng. German home.

It's a pity that the girl's luck is not as good as that of Du Pengde. She hasn't been able to find a good job. It's no problem to rely on Du Pengde to drive to make money and maintain her life, but it's a little difficult to get better.

"Alas, the nasty banker has recently started sending messages to his cousin and giving gifts."

Du Pengde thought sadly:

"You have to make a quick relationship with your cousin. It is best to be able to get married this year, but getting married...will cost a lot of money.

Yes, Du Pender's emotional career has not been smooth.

Although the cousin is enamored with him, the cousin is from India. Her parents set an early marriage for her cousin. The object is a distant cousin of Du Pund, named Banku. The cousin doesn’t like him. It is to avoid that **** marriage.

But I didn't expect that the guy in Banku actually went to the United States and pursued his cousin with perseverance. Moreover, the guy had a solid family background, and he was a full swinger.

Women, always like shiny things.

Under the competition of financial resources, Du Pengde felt great pressure. He was suffering a lot. He wanted to determine the relationship. Unfortunately, money, this is really a big problem for ordinary people.

"Hello, guest, where are you going?"

Du Peng was lucky, and after walking two blocks, he met the first guest.

It was a girl in a black leather jacket, jeans, and a bit of loose hair. She seemed to stay up all night. The girl with heavy dark circles, um, looks pretty.

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

"Go to Harlem."

The girl with heavy dark circles said to Du Pender:

"Hire Hero Company."

"Oh, that place, I know."

Du Peng turned the steering wheel and took the guest to another road. He looked at the napping girl in the back from the rearview mirror. He kindly reminded:

"The place is quite chaotic. It is said that there are several gangsters grabbing the ground there. I mean, a girl like you, would it be too dangerous to go there alone?"

"Dangerous, I am used to it."

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

"If it's just a gang, I will deal with it."

"really?"

Du Peng looked at the girl with thin arms and legs in the back seat with some doubt. He said:

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

"casual."

The girl said:

"Don't be too loud, I will sleep for a while...Shet!"

Before her words were finished, a cheerful dance song fluttered in the car. The dynamic and quirky melody was like a needle. It pierced into the girl's hangover thinking, let her take a look Zi wakes up.

"Turn it off! Damn it!"

While rubbing her forehead, she said to Du Pender:

"Too noisy."

"Ok."

The guest is God, how can God not listen?

Du Pengde turned off his speaker with regret. In his heart, he put the girl and Mr. Merlin on the equal sign, they did not like music.

For the next ten minutes or so, there was nothing to say. Du Pund, as always, had a green light all the way, and soon took the girl to a dilapidated street in Harlem.

At the end of the street, there is a small garage renovation company with an insignificant sign on it that reads the name of the company.

"Hire Hero Company, the destination is here, miss."

Du Pengde pressed the meter and said to the girl behind him:

"A total of $33.7, you will be charged 33. This is my business card. If you still need it, you can call and call the car at any time. But be careful, after 9 o'clock in the evening, the price will be increased."

Du Pengde passed the business card to the girl behind him. While the latter gave the money, he took the business card and glanced at it. She said:

"Very good, I just need a driver with good luck, my name is Jessica Jones, a private detective, you just call me Jessica. In addition, Du Pound, I need you to wait for me here, probably About 20 minutes...I will add extra money."

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

Du Peng frowned and looked at Jessica. He was just an ordinary person. He might occasionally envy Mr. Merlin's life as a superhero, but after all, he still hoped to live his life in peace.

Jessica, a private investigator, came to this gang to occupy the place and definitely did something unsafe. In the past, DuPont would definitely refuse, but now, in the face of precarious love, he needs money.

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

"50 yuan, I will wait for you!"

"no problem."

Jessica threw a bank note to Du Pound readily. She didn't seem to worry about Du Pound's escape. She put on a soft hat, adjusted her entire leather jacket, lowered her head, and quickly mixed into the crowd on the street. .

Du Peng closed the car window with some worry. He quietly took out a worn revolver from the driver's seat. That was the weapon left by his father for self-defense. In the 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 drove into this block from the other side. DuPont was very familiar with the taxi brand. It was Chas Chandler's car, one of his few friends.

After Chas's car stopped, a few guys wearing windbreakers, with indifferent faces and tattoos on their necks stepped out of the car and hurried towards Jessica.

"Things are not good."

Du Pender grabbed the phone and quickly called Chas.

"Hello, Chas, why are you here? What happened to those people?"

"Du Pengde? I saw your car."

With a trace of fear in Chase’s voice, he said:

"Come on! Don't stay here. Those people were the gunmen of the gang here just now. I saw them with guns, hell, there must be something wrong here."

"I want to go too."

Du Pender is still very professional. He clenched his gun and said to Chas:

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

"My car is broken and I can't go now."

There was a trace of anger in Chas's voice, he said:

"I don't know that **** broke my exhaust pipe. I just discovered that I didn't want to carry those gunmen, but they...ah, it's hard to say a word."

"You come to me!"

Du Pengde said to his friend:

"I have a gun in my hand anyway, I mean..."

"Slap, crack, crack, crack"

The two taxi drivers hadn't finished talking. In the narrow and dilapidated "hiring hero company" aisle in front of them, gunshots like popping beans sounded.

The sudden exchange of fire made pedestrians on the street screaming and fleeing. DuPont himself also stumbled under the driver's seat. His hands began to tremble. At the other end of the phone, Chas' voice became sharper:

"Damn it! Run quickly, Du Pound, they are heading towards you!"

"what?"

Du Peng looked blankly and looked out of the windshield. As a result, he saw that Jessica and a black man wearing a yellow vest and military trousers had escaped from the company of hired heroes. Come out and follow the gunmen in black behind them.

I don’t know who they bothered. The gunmen were holding, not even pistols, but an assault rifle with cold light.

"Jessica is not an ordinary person."

Du Pengde saw the thin and slender Jessica grabbed the electric pole at hand, and easily pulled the electric pole from the ground, waving the tiger to the wind, and forced the gunman behind him to retreat.

The strong black man beside her, with her arms folded and a bullet shot hard, broke away the gang members who were blocking the road like a tiger.

Those bullets enough to kill any ordinary person can only splash sparks on him. He is like a super soldier who is invulnerable.

Speaking of that, Du Pender did indeed hear of a rumor circulating in the Harlem district in recent months. It is said that a street hero appeared in the place where the gang forces gathered, and he often got involved in the gang Rescue innocent people, and have super ability, is a super hero.

People call him "magic man".

It now appears that Du Pengde's incompetent guy should be the legendary magical man.

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

Du Punde watched Shenren and Jessica running towards him. He was suffocating nervously. He hid in the cab of the taxi, holding the revolver in his hands with shaking hands, while complaining wildly Greed.

"I knew that I shouldn't have collected her money!"

And when Du Pender complained, the man of Divine Power also rushed to Du Pender's car, facing more and more gangsters chasing and blocking, under the anxiety of Human Power, he grabbed the Du Pender Taxi with both hands. Even the car was easily lifted into the air.

"No! Luke! Someone in the car, don't throw it!"

Jessica, who was behind the Divine Man, saw that the Divine Man lifted the taxi. It seemed that she was going to throw it out to stop the pursuit. She hurriedly shouted to stop, but it was late.

Du Pund's taxi was thrown out, even with Du Pund himself.

At this moment, Du Pender closed his eyes in despair, he said softly:

"Banku, you lucky bastard, you must take care of Gita! Make her happy..."

however...

"Click, click, click, click, click."

In the dull 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 flipped between them, reorganizing quickly in a dazzling form The appearance of a taxi.

"Wow"

After 2 seconds, a robot with a height of more than 3 meters, a body composed of machinery and various parts, with complete limbs and a shield-shaped head, landed firmly in the center of those gunmen.

Du Pender's cab was moved to the position of the robot's chest. In the cockpit that was changed into a tetrahedron, Du Pund was sitting dull in the robot's abdomen.

He didn't understand what was happening in front of him. He couldn't understand why his car suddenly became a robot that could move.

His thinking was strongly impacted.

He watched the frightened gunmen shoot at his car, and then his car waved his iron fist. In the grotesque roar of the expensive music broadcaster, he hit a **** for more than 30 meters. .. the unlucky egg body fell in 6 different places.

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

He stopped thinking.

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

"Hello? Mr. Merlin?"

"Uh, I encountered some...indescribable situations. Simply put..."

"My car is alive."

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

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