MUP: Chapter 100. Masked Teen

On an ordinary day in New York.

The stock price of Stark Industries continued to fall. More than one financial pundit on New York's major financial programs had already predicted the demise of Stark Industries, so a large number of private investors chose to sell their shares.

Tony Stark's title had also changed from a successful businessman and genius scientist to a fool who dragged down Stark Industries on his own.

At the same time, Hammer Industries made a high-profile announcement that it would join forces with the military to develop a weapon that would meet the requirements of the US military, with the intention of capturing the gap left by Stark Industries' withdrawal from weapons production.

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A car passed through a crowd of people, ignoring the traffic rules of New York and the screaming and cursing from both sides of the road. It kept going at a speed far exceeding the speed limit on the streets.

"Come on, drive faster!"

Inside the car, a burly robber who was covered in tattoos throughout his body and even his face looked back at the police car that kept chasing them while urging his partner who was behind the wheel.

"Fuck, I'm going as fast as I can. There are too many people in the way."

"Why the hell do you need to worry about that?! Ram through!" Turning back and taking another look at the approaching police car behind them, the burly guy roared through clenched teeth.

"Shit! You're crazy!" The driver was shocked by the statement.

"You think we have another way out? We already shot the bank guard. We're going to prison anyway!"

"But..."

Obviously, the accomplice driving the car was hesitating. His intention was to rob the bank, and he wasn't the one that killed the security guard. If they were caught, his sentence wouldn't be as severe as his partner's.

"Fuck! Do it, or I'll kill you right now!"

The police car approaching behind them agitated the burly bank robber. Seeing the hesitating look on the driver, he directly aimed his gun towards the driver's head.

"God damn it! You're crazy! Alright, alright! Stop pointing that thing at me! "

Seeing the gun pointed at his head, the driver decisively chose to comply.

"Guys, I think you should calm down."

At that moment, with the sound of something landing on the roof of the car, a young man's voice could be heard.

"What the hell?!"

At the sound of the voice, the two bank robbers in the car looked at each other in surprise. The burly guy stuck his neck out the window to look at the roof of the car, and saw a teenager in a red hooded jacket, wearing a rough knitted mask, standing on top of the car.

"What the fuck! How did you get in the car?!"

"I jumped on, from the building back the ..."

Before the masked teenager could answer the question, the bank robber raised his machine gun and fired at the teenager.

Facing the machine gun fire, the masked teenager on the roof moved with agility to dodge the flying bullets.

"Fuck! Say something before you shoot!!" At this point, the one driving couldn't help but curse out.

"Just keep driving!" Looking down and cursing back, the burly guy looked up again. He found that the kid on the roof had disappeared. "Huh?"

"Are you looking for me?"

Hearing the immature voice, the burly bank robber looked back and saw the masked teen appearing at the back door of the car. The masked teenager was holding on to the door handle, with his two feet on the door, a position beyond normal human understanding.

Seeing the bank robber's fierce gaze, the masked teen quickly attacked. With a movement that only talented gymnasts could do, he raised his leg and kicked the gun out of his opponent's hand.

"Damn it!" Seeing the machine gun fall out of his hand, tumble along the street, and got ran over by traffic, the bank robber's expression twisted. He quickly pulled back into the car to get another gun. However, this time, the robber wasn't as impulsive as before. His eyes swept over the figure sticking to the car door, and he directly shot at him from inside the car.

Inside the car, bullets continued to shoot out of the muzzle.

Outside the car, the masked teen moved with exceptional dexterity. It was as if he knew where a bullet would fly to, and he avoided each trajectory with a slight change of positions.

Clearly, the car was still in motion, but the masked teen was firmly stuck to the car.

"Damn it! What kind of monster is this?! "

After firing dozens of shots in a row, but still couldn't get the masked guy off of the car, the burly tattooed guy got even more anxious. If they continued like this, they could be caught by the police sooner or later.

"There's a car ahead!" At this time, the partner in the driver's seat suddenly spoke up.

"Ram right through it!" While shooting at the masked man on top of the car, the tattooed robber spoke without looking back.

"I can't, it's a truck! "

"Turn, turn!" Looking back at the huge truck in front of them, the tattooed bank robber hastily shouted. Although he didn't care about the lives of pedestrians on the road, it didn't mean he didn't care about his own. If he died, what's the use of robbing so much money?

In fact, the driver suddenly turned the steering wheel and drove to the other side of the road without needing his reminder.

On the other side of the road, a passing pedestrian, apparently unaware of the crisis close at hand, was about to get hit by a car.

On the roof of the car, the masked teen saw the scene and quickly made a leap towards the other party's body.

"Look out!"

After successfully saving the pedestrians, the masked teen stood up. He saw that the bank robbers' car didn't stop, it kept going toward a food truck parked at the side of the road.

Noticing the situation, the masked teen couldn't help but shout a warning. He quickly ran towards the car, but apparently, it was a little too late.

Boom --

With a harsh and violent crash, the car slammed into the food truck, pushing it back another 10 meters or so before coming to a halt.

The masked teenager slowly stopped running and looked at the scene of the crash in silence, looking a little stupefied.

"Bastard, couldn't you dodge it?!" Shaking his head, the tattoo-covered bank robber got out of the car. He took a look at the hood of the car, which was also warped and smoking, and cursed the driver.

"What the hell could I do?! I had no time to react. The food truck popped out of nowhere! "

"Forget it. The cops aren't here yet. Get the money and run!" Forcing the warped car door open, the driver got out of the car, touched the bloody wound on his head, and hastily reminded his partner.

"Wait." Ignoring the advice of his partner, the tattoo bank robber noticed the masked teen standing not too far away. He reached out and took out his machine gun from the car, fiercely grinning, "I'm going to get rid of him." If it weren't for the masked teen who suddenly appeared on the roof of the car, they would have escaped by now.

"Are you the one who crashed into my food truck?"