Seattle Airport.

Thea Quinn, who had just escaped from the pursuit of countless reporters, let out a gentle sigh.

Unlike his elder brother Oliver Quinn, Sia Quinn completely inherited his mother's oriental appearance.

It is precisely because of this that Sia Quinn was safely away from the siege of gossip reporters.

But soon, Thea Quinn, who had just walked out of the airport, encountered another trouble.

The luxury Rottery welcome car for Quinn Group, which was supposed to be parked outside the airport, did not appear in the reserved parking space.

In the parking space where parking costs more than $100 per hour, there was only a Chinese man with a flowing air and a crimson modified motorcycle.

The noise and rolling blue smoke gushed out from the two extremely thick exhaust pipes.

Thea Quinn frowned slightly.

"Is it Miss Sia Quinn?" The Chinese man in the air was swaying and asked in a low voice as he saw Sia Quinn.

"I'm sorry, I think you recognized the wrong person." Thea Quinn shook his head and said in fluent Chinese.

"I don't think I've ever recognized the wrong person." The Chinese man said without saying a word, snatching her metal suitcase from Thea Quinn. Then, he whispered to Thea with an angry face, "It's your brother Oliver Quinn, let me pick you up."

"Oly..." Xiya, with an angry face, slowly stared at the man in front of her. She just wanted to confirm the authenticity of the information. The Chinese man's next words made all Xiya's wariness disappear in an instant.

"Oliver Quinn, your brother, has already got the green arrow."

The night wind roars roars.

The crimson motorcycle roared wildly and ran constantly on the Seattle highway. Sia Quinn, wearing a red motorcycle helmet, looked at the familiar lights and tall buildings in Seattle, and for the first time he felt extremely strange to this city that grew up.

Two weeks ago, Xiya, who was studying at a university in China, suddenly received notifications from major private banks and financial management companies. Huge amounts of property were gathered in her name through various channels and methods.

Even Thea Quinn, who grew up in a super rich house, was stunned by the sudden huge amount of property.

After that, neither she called her parents' phone or her brother Oliver Quinn's phone.

Even the super artificial intelligence hidden in the Quinn Group, Ultron, which claims to never lose contact, is like a drifting bottle falling from the deep sea, and has no news.

It was not until three days ago that the bad news that happened to Quinn Group came. The heartbroken day when the heartbroken Thea Quinn packed up her luggage and was about to return home, a package sent from Quinn Group was delivered to her.

With a squeak, the speeding motorcycle suddenly stopped running. Siya, who was sitting in the back seat of the motorcycle, looked at the dim road ahead in doubt.

A black extended version of Land Rover suddenly turned on its bright headlights on the empty highway.

In the bright lights that suddenly came, the Chinese man wearing a red helmet suddenly screamed.

The still motorcycle suddenly increased its horsepower, drew a curved arc on the asphalt road, and turned around and ran towards the road.

The thunderous roar of the engine followed. The black car composed of steel and iron bones was like an iron giant full of murderous intent, constantly chasing the Aya Quinn who was fleeing rapidly on the road.

Sia Quinn, who was held tightly by invisible fear, faced the fierce wind in front of him and shouted loudly to the knight in front of him, "What the hell happened?! Who is in the car behind?"

The next second, the dart that swung across her shoulder answered all her questions in full.

The black Land Rover suddenly increased its horsepower, and its long body rushed to the right side of the motorcycle with extreme domineeringness.

The front window on the left side with a black explosion-proof film was slowly opened, and a long Japanese knife instantly pierced out of the window.

With a squeak, the motorcycle that the Sia Quinn was riding suddenly turned, and the silver Japanese knife cut through the abdomen of the Chinese man on the motorcycle by a slight difference, but did not cause much harm to him.

The Chinese man screamed again, and his voice echoing in the night sky was full of anger and hatred.

The black dart was thrown out of the Land Rover window like a whirlwind. At the same time, the mysterious Chinese man driving a motorcycle and leading Thea to flee on the road suddenly left the motorcycle with both hands, and with only a pair of big hands with black gloves, he blocked the darts that attacked him one by one.

The motorcycle that suddenly lost control rushed outward almost twenty meters like a mad horse. Fortunately, the mysterious Chinese man quickly controlled the crazy motorcycle again.

After being frightened by this series of experiences, Thea, who was still in a state of uncertainty, glanced at the Land Rover that was almost shunning against her.

In the dim lights in the car, a black man wearing a black windbreaker and holding a Japanese samurai sword was cursing something with a fierce look on his face.

Another mysterious man wearing a red leather jacket suddenly appeared on the roof of a black Land Rover.

Within the next few minutes, the man who had been leaping over from the car in the blink of an eye kept hunching on the roof of the car, like a cheetah ready to go on the grassland or a demon trying to devour his prey.

Two crimson nunchaku suddenly shook it out of the man in red on the car.

Siya, who was sitting in the back seat of the motorcycle, screamed again, and the Chinese man who had been driving the motorcycle fleeing suddenly disappeared.

With a sound of Peng, the Chinese man who once wore a red motorcycle helmet fell heavily on the roof of the black Land Rover.

At the same time, the Sia Quinn, who screamed shrillly, was taken straight to the road to death by a shocked motorcycle.

"What? My old friend, don't you want to save that cute girl?"

An unusually strange voice came from the mysterious Chinese man.

The man in a red leather jacket frowned, "Bull's Eye?! Are you still alive?"

"Hahahahaha." The Chinese man who made a strange male voice suddenly tore off all his disguise.

"Darkishness, I was almost killed by you! If I hadn't met that damn old man from Japan!" The former Chinese man suddenly disappeared, and a blond man with a height of 180cm appeared in front of Daredevil.

"That bastard, not only healed my injuries, but also repaired my body with Eidman Steel, and taught me Japanese ninjutsu..."

"Okay... I used the lives of his whole family and the young and old to force him to teach me." Bull Eye threw away the tools he used to disguise and continued.

"Now, my lovely Daredevil, let me calculate all the old accounts between us!"

Sia Quinn, who was screaming in surprise and running towards the road of death, was suddenly surrounded by a ball of white foam. In almost a second, the magical foam that changed from liquid to solid made Sia Quinn, who fell from the motorcycle, just slightly blue her forehead.

With a bang, the red motorcycle hit the roadside isolation zone heavily and a raging fire broke out.

In the bright flames, a man wearing a green leather jacket, holding a longbow and carrying a quiver slowly approached the frightened Thea, bent down and said softly, "Sia, I am your brother Oliver Quinn."

"I'll pick you up home."

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Chapter completed!