All Gods: I Became a God by Loading Templates

"Strance asked, looking at the billboards flashing by outside the car window."

The billboard had already fallen behind me before I could even see it clearly.

This is the middle of nowhere, although there aren't many cliffs or steep slopes outside.

But if you accidentally crash and burn, you'll have nowhere to turn to cry.

The supercar is excellent, but it's only a two-seater and doesn't have a roof.

If the car crashes, I'll probably have to perform a trapeze act.

"Sir, you can rest assured that, according to the purchase agreement, you are fully entitled to claim full compensation from Hydra Technology Co., Ltd."

Furthermore, you have road safety insurance, and your family will receive a million dollars in compensation, enough to ensure the continuation of your bloodline.

"..."

Strauss: The man is dead, what's the point of compensation!

Even Tony Stark was a little jealous of the quality of Hydra Technology Co., Ltd.'s products.

But Strauss doesn't feel safe with supercars.

At Strans's insistence.

Big White reduced its speed from 89 mph to 87 mph.

There's no way around it; today's cases have already given Strans a warning.

According to the medical records in the email provided by Billy, the patient named Benedict Cumberbatch was involved in a car accident caused by speeding, resulting in the rupture of most ligaments in both hands and severe nerve damage in his hands.

If not treated promptly, all manual labor will be rendered useless, and even going to the toilet will likely require thorough palpation.

Strans has performed at least 180 to 200 surgeries of this difficulty.

For him, this was just a minor surgery!

Strans was once again struck by the power of money; it was ironic that such a trivial surgery could warrant his personal intervention.

Beside the highway.

A matte black armored jeep was parked by the roadside, and a Hydra agent with a cigar in his mouth was blowing smoke rings out of the driver's window.

Bucky, sitting in the passenger seat, looked at the tablet in his hand. In about a minute, the target would be close by.

Unable to resist, he turned around and asked the person in the back seat, "Boss, isn't it a bit too powerful to just use the poison spikes to blast them?"

What if he dies?

"You seem to lack confidence in your own product."

Relax~ Relax~

With me here, he'll have a hard time dying even if he wants to. Just go ahead and do it.

"..."

Bucky could only nod silently.

Since my boss has said so.

He just needs to follow the rules.

It can only be said that the guy named Strans was unlucky; he was targeted by his own boss.

He opened the sunroof and hoisted an RPG-shaped cannon onto his shoulder.

As an organization that has already ventured into interstellar space, even if it were an RPG, it would be packed with cutting-edge technology.

The built-in small screen will directly indicate that the target has been locked.

Without hesitation, Bucky pulled the trigger, and the Stinger missile was launched.

"Rumble--"

Fire shot into the sky.

The flames engulfed the supercar that was still moving.

The supercar was blown away by the explosion, spinning in the air before landing on the ground and tumbling and bouncing continuously.

It took a long time before it finally stopped.

Looking again, it was already more than 200 meters away.

Along the way, many supercar parts were scattered, leaving only a deformed car frame.

Lin Bei hadn't originally planned to come.

But after looking at the original plan submitted by Bucky...

They decided to stick to their original plan and have someone come to back them up.

It's okay to make a big show of it.

Anyway, with the Time Stone in my hands, I can use it however I want.

Which black guy dares to jump out and spout nonsense?

Modu: ......

Even if I die, it doesn't matter. I still have a little bit of the power of the Grim Reaper. Although it's from Egypt, the Grim Reaper who originally belonged to the Native Americans on this land is long gone.

No wonder all sorts of demons are eyeing this place.

This is an enclave, and it has a large population.

Moreover, he knew several demon gods from the hell dimension with whom he had a good relationship, so retrieving a soul would be a piece of cake.

Compared to Pakistan's simple and straightforward, yet brutally effective, plan.

Lin Bei's script is undoubtedly more elaborate.

Bucky's plan is simple: find someone, beat them up, and then smash their fingers one by one. With current medical technology, it's impossible to cure them.

Unless Strans has connections with some organization.

Real capitalists wouldn't bother with someone like Strance.

The reason for making such a commotion was to confuse the audience, divert Strange's attention, and make him think that an enemy had come to collect a debt.

Speaking of Strange's enemies...

There were quite a few, including some wealthy merchants who could afford to hire assassins.

In the East, medical disputes are easily resolved by posting on Weibo and having a meal with a marketing account; at most, a physical altercation might occur.

If someone causes a medical dispute, they might just shoot you, and you'll have to pay compensation depending on their mood.

And Strans's method of offending people was also very simple.

After achieving fame and success, he refused many patients in order to protect his reputation.

Some family members understand that doctors are not confident, so they find their own ways to help.

Some family members, however, believe that doctors are deliberately refusing to treat patients because they find it troublesome.

Lin Bei glanced at Bucky.

Bucky sighed helplessly and waved his hand.

He led his two underlings toward the supercar.

At the wreckage of the supercar.

The much thinner and more emaciated Big White slowly sat up from the still-shaken Strange.

The air had already deflated, and the limp hand patted Strance's face. "Mr...Mr. Strance...are you alright?"

After asking five questions in a row.

Strange, feeling the gentle pats on his face, finally came to his senses after narrowly escaping death.

He touched his face and hands, relieved, and said, "I'm fine, just a few scrapes."

"Big White, thanks to you!"

Strange suddenly couldn't speak anymore.

"Sir, I'm so glad you're alright."

Looking at the glass shards and metal fragments embedded in Big White's body, all of them were stuck to him.

Strans was even more speechless.

"Sir, my communication network was damaged in the explosion and I am unable to send a distress signal to the police station. If you still have your cell phone, please contact the outside world as soon as possible."

Suddenly, Big White raised his one arm and stood behind Strange.

Staring straight into the darkness outside.

He said calmly, "A stranger is approaching! A stranger is approaching!"

"What?" Strauss's eyes widened.

A clever mind began to work.

Car accidents, explosions, premeditated attacks, strangers.

All of this boils down to one word: conspiracy.

Strange's mind was in chaos. He wondered if he was dreaming, if he had gotten drunk from that glass of gin, and if he was currently in a dream.

Otherwise, how can this series of absurd events be explained?

"Giggle giggle..."

The sound of gravel being crushed rang in Strans' ears.

Using the firelight, Strans turned his head to look.

A large man wearing a vest was seen, revealing his muscular physique.

And there's that strikingly eye-catching metallic little left.

He was accompanied by two eccentric-looking henchmen.

I'm carefully observing the muscular man's expression.