Chapter 862

Karl was starting to feel he had some kind of destined connection with riding in vehicles and getting hit by RPGs— a connection so strong he was beginning to wonder whether his very existence triggered missile attacks every time he transported something.

And if that was really the case… Karl decided that from today onward, he would never accept another delivery job in his life.

Not because RPGs were inherently dangerous—though they absolutely were— but because who the hell wanted to get blown up on a daily basis? If it wasn’t his own vehicle, fine. But if it was, the repair bills alone would quickly exceed whatever payment the job offered.