The Immortal in Marvel

On the other side, at the ex-frozen Warehouse, deep in the alley.

The flames had been extinguished and the twisted rusty iron door lay quietly on the ground in the distance. There was only a huge black crater on the spot where the Warehouse's original door was.

Several gangsters with loaded guns walked into the frozen Warehouse quickly, only to see charred corpses and guns everywhere in the warehouse. The gangster's limbs and pieces of pork meat were scattered all over the floor making it difficult to differentiate between them.

A man looked at the ruins and finally found something. He immediately walked to the corner and turned a corpse over.

What came into view was a severely burned and charred face.

Through the contours and features of the face, the men could barely recognize him but they somehow confirmed that he was the man they were looking for. Suddenly, his expression changed drastically and his hands trembled uncontrollably, this was the last thing he wanted to see happening.

Realizing the seriousness of the matter, the man took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Vladimir, there was a serious problem with the trading place tonight. There was an explosion in the Warehouse. All the people in Jinbin died and none of our people survived. Your brother Anatoly.....died too."

After speaking, there was no response from the other end of the phone.

The man didn't dare to hang up the phone, he waited patiently for any order he might receive.

Finally, a hoarse voice came from the phone, "Who is it?"

The man replied while trembling slightly, "When we arrived at the scene, we found two suspicious people. They were probably the ones who caused the explosion–"

"Catch them for me even if it costs you your life!" The uncontrollable roar broke out suddenly, interrupting the man's words in the middle.

Even through the phone, the man could still feel Vladimir's monstrous anger as Vladimir yelled at him through the phone like crazy, "Send everyone out! Those two damn murderers must be caught! I want them fucking alive!! I fucking want them alive in front of me!!"

Accompanied by a loud bang from the other end of the phone, there was a busy tone coming on the phone.

The man put away the phone with lingering fear, he knew that this time, the matter had become very much serious.

The person in charge of this transaction was Vladimir's younger brother.

The death of his younger brother Anatoly drove the leader of the Russian Ross gang completely crazy.

The man took a deep breath and then ordered the others:

"Call all the members of the gang, we must catch those two quickly."

"Also, remember, regardless of what Vladimir just said, you all have to live and capture them alive!"

…

Deafening and dense gunshots sounded in the small alley as Derrick pulled the trigger continuously against the continuous bullet rain.

In the face of a fast-moving motorcycle and a machine gun, his gun's muzzle was a tad bit bad and the bullets just flew in random directions, proving that his aim had not improved very much since his escape from the lab. While all his shots missed, the opponent's bullets hit him precisely.

Taking advantage of Derrick acting as a meat shield in front of him, Frank calmly raised the muzzle of his gun and killed the gangster holding a submachine gun with one accurate shot. Regardless of the oncoming motorcycle, Frank hit the driver with another shot.

BAM~~!

The out-of-control motorcycle fell to the ground, coasted a few meters away and hit the wall laterally.

At that moment, the smoke in the alley began to dissipate and the gangsters made their way inside again.

"Go check the bike!" Frank growled.

He quickly changed the clips, took Browning and fired wildly into the alley, to hold back the pursuers.

Derrick understood what Frank meant and immediately ran to the motorcycle.

After the impact just now, the surface of the motorcycle was slightly damaged but fortunately, the important parts were not damaged. Derrick set up the motorcycle and sat in the driver's seat.

Frank backed away towards Derrick while shooting the gangsters in the alley.

While counting the number of bullets remaining in his magazine, Frank turned and sat on the rear seat of the motorcycle just before his magazine was emptied.

However, Derrick did not drive immediately.

Derrick turned his head in embarrassment and looked at Frank, "Sorry… I forgot to mention this but, I don't seem to have driven a motorcycle before."

Frank: "..."

Frank was really a tough guy, in the face of this situation, he could still maintain a deadpan-like expression.

Then, he asked a very vital question.

"If you can't drive, why did you even sit in the front seat?"

"...Instinctive reaction, I guess?"

"-_-"

The gangsters in the rear had already caught up, the two had no time to change positions.

Frank gritted his teeth and roared, "Just drive!"

Hearing Frank's roar, Derrick stopped hesitating and twisted the accelerator handle suddenly.

The roar of the engine suddenly sounded through the alley, making it super-noisy once again.

The motorcycle started instantly with a whoosh, the strong inertia of rest almost threw Frank behind.

In less than a second, the motorcycle rushed onto the road, directly throwing off the group of gangsters.

'Just step on the accelerator and leave the rest to God.' At the moment, Derrick can be said to have brought this sentence into full play.

Because Derrick was almost blinded by the strong wind, he instinctively twisted the grip of the motorcycle down to full.

Frank, in the rear seat, was holding onto the small armrest of the motorcycle.

It seemed that there was only the whistling wind in his ears as Frank looked at the scenery changing very quickly.

Even someone mentally strong like Frank couldn't control his fast heartbeat at this moment.

To be honest, Frank regretted it a bit.

'I'd have higher chances of surviving if I just fought them all alone…'