On the wilderness road in Texas, a luxury RV is driving in the night.

This is the explosive train convoy.

In the circle of stunt drivers, they are well-known.

After all, their team has the best stunt driver and the best star in the circle, "Johnny Explosion".

"Hey guys!"

"Who can drive for me? I also want to have a beer and take a rest!"

The driver in front complained impatiently.

Behind them, several members of the explosion train team were playing cards together.

"It's your turn to drive today. If you want to drink, just wait until you get back."

"Deal, deal!"

"When we get to the place, someone else will drive for you."

A few people were laughing and joking, they didn't want to do the drudgery of driving.

Today is their day off, and they rarely have time to relax. Everyone gathers around to play cards and drink. Whoever's turn it is to drive will be unlucky.

You must know that in a few days, their big star Johnny will start his speed show. It will be a big event, and he will not have time to rest when he is busy.

"Hey Johnny, did you see that they're talking about you on TV?"

"The greatest stunt driver ever, sitting next to me right now."

Mike from the Explosive Train, a slightly obese middle-aged man, patted Johnny Brace on the shoulder.

"Okay, I understand."

"Can you change the channel now? It's the monkey show just now."

Johnny stared at the TV, his mind wandering to nowhere, maybe the howler monkey breeding program, or something else.

In short, his thoughts are not in the flattery of the TV host.

"I said Johnny, why don't you just follow everyone else's example and have a glass of cold beer sometime to relax yourself."

Mike took out a can of cold beer from the car refrigerator, poured a few sips into his mouth, and then said to Johnny next to him.

"As you know, alcohol always gives me nightmares, so I never drink."

"Besides, I like this better. Would you like some happy gummies?"

Johnny lifted the triangular cup in his hand, which was filled with red and yellow gummy candies.

Drinking sugar in the same way as drinking alcohol is very creative, and it is also Johnny's unique hobby.

"No, I'm not a child."

"The one I have in my hand is your choice."

Mike shook the cold beer in his hand, picked up the remote control, and started changing channels.

He kept saying to Johnny.

"My good friend, you should really relax."

"And listen to me, watching a monkey show is not a good choice either."

Johnny shook his head nonchalantly, chewing gummies in his mouth and speaking casually.

"Maybe."

Judging from the indifferent tone, he didn't listen at all to what Mike said.

"Today, the New York Police Department held another press conference. Chief George was interviewed about the extremely evil criminal Vallon..."

Click!

"Experts predict that the weather in Texas will change significantly in recent days, and at the same time..."

Mike pressed the remote control, and a voluptuous female weather anchor appeared on the TV, reporting the recent weather changes in Texas.

"Oh, look at that hot body."

"I feel like the weather in Texas will be good tomorrow."

The attention of several buddies playing cards was drawn to the TV, and they were discussing certain topics.

"Hey, wait a minute."

"Mike, please change the channel."

Johnny was originally slumped in a chair, leaning against the car window and eating candy.

Suddenly he seemed to be energetic, and hurriedly patted Mike on the shoulder, and even tried to grab his remote control.

"What's wrong, Johnny, that monkey show is so boring."

Mike reluctantly handed over the remote control, drank a beer, and expressed his opinion.

"I'm not looking for monkeys."

"I mean the news program just now."

As Johnny spoke, he began to look back for the news that had just been broadcast.

"What is the name of the wanted criminal in New York?"

"W-Walong?!"

Mike drank beer and thought about it for a while before he remembered that sinful name.

As an important member of the explosive train team, he is very busy with his usual work.

Most of Johnny's dangerous and exciting flying shows were arranged by him.

Including the layout of the scene, the atmosphere of the scene, and even various small props, especially Johnny's personal safety issues, these all need to be worried about by Mike.

He usually doesn't have that much time to watch the news, so when they are on their way to Texas, he only flips through the TV when he has free time.

The most common leisure and entertainment is to use their own game characters to play two rounds of speeding games that end quickly.

Just like what Johnny always complains about him.

"Why do you always crash cars?"

In fact, Mike is just a skilled gamer, he doesn't like crashing cars.

"Yes, that's him."

"Which news station was it just now? Why can't I find it?"

Johnny held up a triangular cup filled with candies and pressed the remote control anxiously.

"Why do you care so much about a wanted criminal?"

Mike touched his beard and looked at Johnny with some confusion.

"I didn't care about him?"

"I was just watching the news. What should a person who committed a heinous crime look like?"

Johnny answered with a calm expression, "A person who is known as the most evil wanted criminal of this century, is there anyone more evil than him in the world?"

"A heinous crime?"

"I've been so busy lately that I haven't had time to watch the news. Is this Valon doing anything big?"

Mike turned his head in confusion and shook the beer in his hand towards the four guys playing cards behind him.

I hope someone can answer his doubts.

"I know, it's always mentioned in the news about New York recently."

"I heard that he kidnapped that famous playboy, the one from the Stark Group."

"Some people say that New York destroyed half of the city and it was this guy who did it."

"It's simply too scary. There seems to be a biochemical virus or something. In short, half of New York was destroyed, and it was all caused by this Walloon."

"No wonder, he is wanted by the whole world. This guy is really scary."

The four people playing cards seemed to have been aroused by the conversation. They drank wine, played cards, and talked about past events in New York that they didn't know were true or false.

In their words, the boss of the black-hand organization was simply outrageous.

He alone turned the whole of New York upside down. Most of New York was destroyed overnight, causing incalculable economic losses.

He is definitely a real villain, he is really awesome.

"I think I understand."

Mike listened to a few words and basically understood them.

"Oh, he's like a legendary figure."

"Just like you, Explosive Johnny and Blackhand Valon are all so crazy."
To be continued...