Chapter: 96

Whoosh—!

On a straight deserted highway, a cool silver Chevrolet Corvette Stingray was speeding by at an extremely high speed, resembling a silver lightning bolt that tore through the desolate and silent land.

"How does it feel, Coulson? Do you want to activate the autopilot?" Mark leaned back leisurely in the passenger seat, enjoying the picturesque scenery around him. As someone who had always lived in a big city, he could truly appreciate the natural beauty of this desolate and uninhabited place.

"No, Mark. The lateral stability and suspension are amazing. With the Arc reactor as the power source paired with the 800-horsepower electric engine, the entire acceleration process is smooth and without any jolts. But the intense pushback sensation gives an adrenaline rush that's simply irresistible!" Coulson, sitting in the driver's seat, resembled a boy who had just received a new toy, abandoning his usual composed and calm gentlemanly demeanor.

"Hahaha, of course. To avoid the suspension and shock absorption issues that all sports cars face, I specifically used a graphene superconductor magnetic levitation framework. It guarantees that you won't feel a single bump, even if you run up a flight of stairs.

If you really like it, you can go back and suggest to your director to purchase several dozen of these as your official vehicles. Although they won't have the transformation function, the experience and performance speak for themselves!" Mark, caught up in his usual habit, started thinking about stabbing the beautiful knives in the S.H.I.E.L.D. vault.

"Mark, you've almost depleted our budget this year. Please don't bring it up again. There's a service area up ahead. Let's go in, buy some water, and take care of dinner while we're at it," Coulson suggested to Mark, who was sitting next to him.

"That's our only option. We definitely won't reach our destination tonight." Mark wasn't particularly picky when it came to food. It was nice to have something delicious, but he could make do even if there wasn't.

"Welcome." They entered the convenience store in the service area, and the expressionless cashier completed the obligatory welcome phrase.

Mark and Coulson didn't mind. Spending too much time in such a remote place could make anyone's character a bit peculiar. They had even learned to tolerate Tony's even more eccentric personality, so this didn't bother them at all.

Mark grabbed a basket and started putting water and drinks in it, while Coulson stood in front of the food shelves, struggling with indecision. Faced with a choice between milk-flavored and chocolate-flavored donuts, Coulson found it difficult to decide.

Just as he was still pondering, click—! The familiar sound of a gun being loaded caught his attention. He looked up at the rearview mirror and saw two men dressed in black. One pointed a gun at the cashier, and the other aimed at Mark in front of the drink cooler.

"Is there anyone else here? Whose car is that outside?" one of the armed robbers asked the cashier with a fierce gaze, pointing his gun at her.

At this moment, the female cashier, being pointed at with a gun, was too terrified to speak.

"The car is mine." Seeing the situation, Mark spoke up directly to prevent the robbers from getting excited and hurting the cashier.

"Yours? You don't even look sixteen. How can you drive?" The robber clearly didn't believe Mark's words.

"You say that, do you know what it means to be rich and carefree? Poverty limits your imagination. The joy of the rich is something you can't even imagine—"

"You...!" Faced with Mark's extremely arrogant statement, the two robbers were so enraged that they wanted to smash his face with the butt of the gun.

But before they could put their thoughts into action, they were startled by a voice from behind.

"Don't listen to the kid's nonsense. The car is mine, or more precisely, it is his, but I drove it here." Coulson, holding two flavored donuts, emerged from behind the food shelf.

The two robbers, who were caught off guard by Coulson's sudden voice, quickly turned their heads and pointed their guns at him. After all, from his voice, they could determine that Coulson was an adult male in his prime, who would be harder to deal with than women and children.

If Coulson knew what they were thinking, he would definitely mock them for being too young. Don't you know that in this world, the elderly, women, and children are the most dangerous existences? Moreover, Mark was a wealthy kid equipped with high-tech protection.

"Listen, put your hands on your head and throw the keys over!"

"Sigh..." Upon hearing their demand, Mark couldn't help but sigh. "I told you that the joy of the wealthy is something you don't understand. This luxury car doesn't have keys. It has fingerprint recognition for the doors, electronic ignition, and this one is even capable of speaking."

Faced with Mark's mockery again, the two robbers were no longer annoyed. They looked directly at Mark and said, "So you're the key, huh? We'll just need to chop off each of your fingers to test it. I don't believe we can't steal this car today!"

"And you, quickly empty the cash register!"

"Hey, buddy!" At this point, Coulson spoke up again. From the way these two were behaving, he could tell they were not skilled criminals, at most just petty thieves who got carried away with a sudden idea of robbery. "I happen to have a gun here that you might need."

"Put it down! Quickly! Put it down!" Upon hearing those words, the two robbers were taken aback and quickly turned to threaten Coulson with their guns.

"No problem. I don't want to cause any trouble," Coulson said in a humble and honest manner.

"Now throw the gun over."

"I think it's better not to do that, there is a risk of the gun accidentally firing by throwing it at you. How about I slide over to you from the floor?"

After thinking for a moment, one of the robbers replied, "Fine, slide the gun to my feet, don't do anything foolish."

But at that moment, someone behind them spoke again, it was Mark, and he had the same arrogant tone. "Hey, you two poor souls, take a look at my shoes."

Upon hearing Mark's sarcasm, the two men instinctively turned to look at Mark's feet. He was wearing a pair of red and white sneakers with a small circular protrusion on the outer side of the shoe.

"Enhanced footwear, coupled with a miraculous suit that helps me maintain perfect body posture. Today, I want to experience what it feels like to be Detective Conan"

The two robbers were confused by Mark's inexplicable statement, but before they could make sense of it, a basket full of drinks and distilled water came flying at them with lightning speed.

Bang! Bang!

"Sorry for making a mess here, but don't worry, I can afford the compensation," Mark apologized, then he handed the two donuts he had in his hands to the cashier. "I still can't decide which one to choose, so let's check out together."

Looking at the two robbers who were knocked out by the beverages and lying unconscious on the ground, the female cashier asked, "How should I explain this to the police?"

"Tell them that watching 'Detective Conan' wasn't in vain," Mark replied. After that, Mark and Coulson turned around and left, continuing their journey towards their destination.

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