The Immortal in Marvel

Chapter 17: 17 - Madman

This sudden sound of knocking stunned everyone in the warehouse and stopped their movements.

The Russian men and the person in charge of the warehouse looked at each other, wanting to confirm whether they belonged to the other party.

Within moments, they got the answer from each other's slightly shaking heads.

The Russian man was the first to react and immediately raised his gun to the iron gate while asking in a loud cold voice.

"Who?"

"If I were to say that I am just a passerby, would you believe me?" A voice came from outside the iron gate.

The gangsters naturally wouldn't believe this sentence.

The man stared at the iron gate and asked again, "Who the hell are you!"

Except for the two gangs involved in the transaction, no one should come to this place.

The man thought a little and concluded, the outside person could only be another gang or the police!

Others, who realized this, reacted one after another, imitating the man and pointing their guns at the door. As long as the people from the outside break in, they will be put to death's sleep without any hesitation.

"I'm really just a passer-by. Can we just sit down and talk?"

"You motherf***er! Get the hell out of here if you don't want to die!"

Accompanied by the heart-piercing sound of metal rubbing against each other again, the iron door that was locked just now slowly opened.

Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared in front of them.

"Good evening, everyone. It's so lively here." Facing the black muzzle, Derrick smiled and greeted everyone in the Warehouse.

At that moment, everyone's eyes were on Derrick. They all saw a C4 explosive tied to Derrick's jacket and the red light on it was constantly flashing with a regularly beeping sound, shocking everyone present.

The strong Russian Ross gang and the others had cold sweat on their foreheads, they didn't dare to pull the trigger. No matter whether the bomb in front of them was real or not, they didn't dare to take the risk of their life.

Where did this maniac come from?

After a moment of silence, the boss from the Russian gang took a deep breath and took two steps forward abruptly.

"We are the Russian Ross gang. Do you know what the consequences of doing this are?"

Derrick didn't answer in a hurry, but walked into the Warehouse, then turned around and closed the iron door, shutting himself and others inside.

Now, no one doubted anymore that the bomb was fake.

Otherwise, the opponent would never have cut off his retreat like this and put himself directly in danger.

Feeling Derrick's madness at this moment, even the gang members who had seen many maniacs, felt a chill down their spine and their throats got dry.

The person in charge of the Warehouse looked at the Russian boss and said in a low voice, "Damn, this guy wouldn't happen to be an enemy of your Russian Ross gang, right?"

The boss glared at him and said, "Us? No, we don't know him. Isn't he your enemy?"

"I don't know him either..."

While talking, Derrick walked up to them and said, "Let's sit down and talk calmly."

"Who are you and what is your purpose?" The Russian boss said.

"I've already told you. I'm a mere passer-by."

Derrick looked around and said helplessly, "By the way, can you stop pointing your guns at me? It's scary and if my heartbeat rate exceeds 120, the bomb will detonate."

"What!?" Hearing Derrick's words, everyone's face suddenly turned pale, and the beep sound seemed to be a reminder.

"All, put down the guns, all guns down!" The person in charge of the Warehouse quickly put down the guns and shouted at everyone to do the same.

It seemed that he was afraid that his volume would scare Derrick, so he lowered the volume very thoughtfully.

The strong Russian man froze but he managed to pull a smile and said, "You seem very reasonable. We really should sit down and talk calmly, after all, you are the guest now."

Seeing the brawny man pointing at himself, the head of the Warehouse twitched his mouth.

Due to the unexpected situation in front of him, the person in charge of the Warehouse could only swallow his pride and do what he was asked to.

Pride is not important, the most important thing right now was to ensure that the heart rate of the madman strapped to a bomb would not exceed 120.

Surrounded by the two gangs, Derrick sat down at the metal table in the centre.

The person in charge of the Warehouse brought a cup of coffee to Derrick, trying to persuade Derrick, "Mister, why don't you take this bomb off first? Let's talk after that. In fact, I think its design is a bit wrong too. The value of 120 is too low. I'm afraid that if you get a little excited during the deal, all our people will..."

"Indeed!" The Russian man nodded, expressing his agreement.

Derrick slammed the table and stood up, "This is the explosion mechanism I worked so hard to make and you guys doubt its quality? Seems like you don't want to talk with me!"

At the same time, the red light of the bomb on his body flickered wildly and the sound of beeps became rapid.

Seeing this, the surrounding gangsters were so frightened that they threw away the pork and quickly lay on the ground with their heads tucked in their arms.

As for the two junior bosses, they were people who have seen the world after all, they forcibly suppressed the instinctive reaction of hugging their heads on the ground and immediately proceeded to comfort Derrick.

"Don't take us wrong. Take a deep breath. We were just suggesting." The head of the Warehouse began to shake his legs.

"Yes!" The Russian man quickly agreed.

"That's alright, say that earlier. I'm not the kind of person who refuses to listen to suggestions."

Derrick rubbed his hair shyly and returned to his seat as the sound of beeps became steady again.

Seeing this, the Russian man and the person in charge of the Warehouse breathed a sigh of relief but their mood also fell to the bottom.

After the scene just now, they were convinced of the bomb's explosion mechanism.

As long as the heartbeat of the madman exceeds 120...Boom!