The Immortal in Marvel

Chapter 23: 23 - Sharpshooter

VROOM~~!

In the dead of night, a motorcycle was speeding down the driveway in Brooklyn.

Derrick was driving the motorcycle, letting the strong wind blow on his cheeks, grasping the handlebars of the motorcycle with both his hands.

With the roar of the engine, it was known that the speed of the motorcycle had almost reached the maximum speed. He had almost used the whole speedometer.

Even at such a speed, when the motorcycle was driven steadily on the road, it was not at all obvious that the driver was a novice who had just started a few minutes ago.

Frank gradually adapted to the current speed and shouted loudly, "Haha, you were lying, kiddo. You can drive and you are very good at it!"

The wind in their ears made it difficult for them to hear other voices clearly, they couldn't hear anything unless they were loud enough.

"I really don't know how to drive maybe this is my god-sent talent." Derrick also yelled.

Derrick was not lying, he had never driven a motorcycle. Even in his past life, he couldn't get a license for a motorcycle.

As for cars there is no need to say anything anymore.

But for some reason, when Derrick touched the motorcycle's handles moments ago, he felt an indescribable sense of familiarity, so he subconsciously sat in the driver's seat.

Derrick had been slowly becoming more and more proficient in the operation of riding a motorcycle. Compared to the panic at the beginning, he had become much calmer now. He feels as if he is not controlling a bike but his own limbs.

With such an unbelievable ability, Derrick quickly thought of the only super high school-level talent he had.

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The super high school-level stuntman!

Because the powerful immortal characteristic was too dazzling, Derrick had been ignoring the rest of the description of this talent.

'A stuntman who does all the dangerous stunts.'

Stunt is the real job, immortality is just an additional benefit!

These two characteristics made Derrick think of one person, one was also a character in the Marvel world, Jonathan Blaze, who was a motorcycle stunt driver on the surface and Ghost Rider behind the back

Compared with Johnathan Blaze, Derrick feels that his talent is more inclined to the immortal part thanWait, he's also...

Meanwhile, Frank didn't believe Derrick's words at all.

If he was the one driving at this speed, he might not be able to drive as smoothly as Derrick right now.

At this time, Frank glanced at the corner and saw a black jeep appear ahead.

"They are catching up. Don't get hit!" Frank reminded Derrick loudly.

Derrick also saw the jeep appear and judging from the opponent's route, it is obvious that they want to block their way.

"Hold on!"

Derrick roared. Not only did he not slow down the speed, but he rather increased the speed even more.

Seeing that the jeep ahead was getting closer and closer, Derrick adjusted the centre of gravity of his body, pulled the steering handle of the motorcycle with all his force and tilted the entire body on the ground.

Relying on the strong centrifugal force, the motorcycle drifted sideways against the jeep at an unbelievable angle.

Frank in the back seat could even feel the stern wind from the jeep brushing against his cheek while passing against it.

Derrick then stabilized the motorcycle again, passed the jeep and turned to the left.

The whole process was thrilling but also dangerous. If you are not careful while doing it, you will end up meeting Mister Walker up in the sky. (E/N: RIP)

"How are my driving skills?" Derrick asked proudly.

"...It's okay, a little bit fancy but it's fine." Frank's face was tense and as cold as a Terminator at the same time, it was difficult to see the tension in his expression.

"However, the remaining guys are coming."

Derrick looked forward.

Several jeeps emerged from both sides of the driveway.

One by one, the gangsters leaned most of their bodies out of the car windows, holding rifles, ready to shoot at the motorcycle.

Derrick cursed angrily and immediately dodged a car with some swift left and right movements. The motorcycle twisted like a snake, making it difficult for the gangsters to lock their positions.

Frank didn't say anything, he released both hands to change the magazine of the Browning and then raised his gun to return fire at the jeep convoy. Soon he hit the windshield of a jeep and the car lost control, crashing into the wall nearby.

BANG~~!

A shot was fired as Frank let out a suppressed muffled groan.

Derrick took a look back, only to see Frank clutching his left arm with blood gushing from between his fingers.

"Are you all right?" Derrick asked with some concern.

"Concentrate on riding!"

Frank growled and continued to pull the trigger with his right arm, killing several more gangsters.

And with that, the last magazine was also emptied.

"You seem to be seriously injured." Derrick's voice came again.

"I said, concentrate..." Frank turned and stared, only to be stunned on the spot.

Derrick was also facing Frank, lowering his head as if studying the extent of his right arm injury, completely ignoring the road ahead, with only one hand on the motorcycle.

But that didn't make Frank even a little bit better.

"FUCK! What the fuck are you doing!?"

Frank couldn't stand it anymore, he couldn't maintain that iron-blooded tough guy anymore. His roar almost overwhelmed the gunshots.

"Didn't you see? I'm driving nicely." Derrick looked up at Frank.

"Don't worry, one hand is more than enough to drive."

Derrick took out his pistol, grinned and said, "As for those guys, bwahaha, leave it to me."

Derrick then looked in front of him, at the system panel and smiled.

[Title Obtained Successfully!]

[Title: Super High School Level Sharpshooter]

[Explanation: The bullet turns. The moment the bullet gets out of the chamber, the shooter shakes his wrist rapidly to give the bullet a horizontal acceleration, thus forming an arc. This is a very helpful and precise shooting technique.]

[Characteristic: Bullet Time]

Derrick then looked at the gangsters in front of him and mumbled while maintaining his warm smile, "You're all fucked."