Chapter 19

Mingdi lived in Jordan's home for a day. When he heard the news, his father rushed to Jordan's home and took Mingdi away angrily.

By the way, big dad also provides a safe temporary place for May and Peter.

Big dad seems very angry, but in fact, Jordan can feel that big dad is in another way, to reduce the burden of Jordan.

Whether it's Mindy or may or Peter, it's a burden for the time being.

Jordan didn't refuse his kindness. Besides Jordan, he has a good friend Marcus, who is now a senior detective of the New York City Police Department.

With Marcus in, it's enough to ensure the safety of big dad, may and others.

Jordan, on the other hand, needs to face retaliation from the Osborne group and the CIA.

These two sides are big forces. In addition to Jordan's intentional appearance at the police station last night, Jordan believes that it won't take long for both sides to come to the door.

Towards evening, Jordan sorted out everything and seemed to be thinking about something.

May and Peter have left, but Jordan still needs a fight to make sure all his attention is focused on himself.

But Jordan is not sure if he wants to put the battlefield here.

Bang bang!

Outside the sky is not completely dark down, suddenly there was a violent knock on the door.

Jordan instinctively wanted to touch the gun, then thought, if the other party is not good, it will not knock at all, and if the other party comes with goodwill, it will not be so rude.

Whether it's life or battle, most of the time, details can reflect a lot of things.

Jordan gun in the back, came to the side of the door, casually dial the next window, a fuzzy reflection fell into Jordan's eyes.

"Jovovich, f.. K, damn Russian, I know you're in there..."

With another violent knock on the door, there was a fierce knock on the door. It was Monta Evans, Jordan's landlord.

A greedy, gambling, lustful drunk.

"I don't know why you're here, Mr. Evans?" Jordan opened the door with a frown.

Monta Evans looked drunk and said: "you bloody rich Russian, this is the territory of the United States, and I'm American. Why can't I be here? This is my house..."

Jordan calmly stretched out his right hand behind his back and said, "Mr. Evans, do you want me to show you the rental contract?"

Monta Evans said with a strong smile: "ha ha, Joe, you're really kidding. I just want to do a survey and ask if you're comfortable living here? There is no other meaning

"Is there anything else?" said Jordan, grimacing

In a cold sweat, Monta Evans bravely said, "Joe, I don't want to come either. The rent is due in 20 days. A tenant is interested in this place and offers 5000 dollars a month. He has to force me to ask if you have any intention to return the rent. If so, I can refund you 1000, no, 2000 dollars of liquidated damages."

"Get out of here!" he said

Monta Evans had a good look on her face and a jump: "OK

After the greedy landlord left, Jordan felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart. He turned over in an instant, jumped a little and hid behind the stone pillar in a corner of the room.

At the same time, from the window next to the door, a bullet in an extremely unscientific way, turned and fell in the place where Jordan had originally stood.

Assassin's guild, guinema's!

Hiding behind the stone pillar, a cold sweat fell from Jordan's forehead.

Dare not have any stay, in a very strange way, like drunk, askew, crazy towards the stairs.

And behind him, bullets, like eyes, fell down.

Arc ballistics!

This unscientific way of attack, so that Jordan simply can not judge the direction of the attacker, even the counterattack did not fight back.

When Jordan rushed to the second floor, a fierce figure rushed into the room.

Gululu!

Just as the figure was about to rush to the stairs, a melon was already askew, just rolling down the stairs.

Jordan didn't dare to throw it. These people from the assassin's guild are very good at shooting. They have no chance to show up.

Boom!

There was a violent explosion, and the fire was everywhere.

After the explosion, in the smoke all over the sky, like a swift cheetah, Jordan tore open the rolling smoke, held a gun in both hands, and shot madly at the slightly embarrassed people in the room.

Floating shooting, archery, volley, triple shot.

A series of skills and bullets to hand over, just a short one or two seconds, Jordan at least poured out a dozen bullets.

However, even at this high shooting speed, the other side was able to fight back.

The sound of the gun is like thunder. The firing speed of the embarrassed figure is not as fast as that of Jordan, but the guns and bullets are obviously special. The arc ballistics can shoot down Jordan's two attacks with one bullet.

Jingle of deformed bullets fell to the ground.

I'm in NIMA!

Arc ballistics is not scientific enough, but after the bullet collides, it can even shoot down the second bullet, and this kind of ballistic reflection can also be calculated?

As a wandering shooter, he was compared with others in shooting.

I don't want face in the system.

Even if it's better than shooting, Jordan just like a goshawk directly jumped in the past, knee hit, instant kick, roundabout kick, a set of leg quality three in a row.

With a bang, the figure stuck to the wall like a picture.

"Sheter, are you Cassian?"

It was only then that Jordan had time to look at the figure on the wall.

It's getting dark. He's a black boy.

This is not ridicule, but Jordan really didn't find out that the attacker was Cassian.

Watching the opposite black brother slide down from the wall and struggle, Jordan just hesitated for a moment, and then hit each other in the head with a butt of a gun, making him unconscious.

At this time, a greater sense of crisis made Jordan's whole body tremble as if he had a tail up on his back.

"Zhennima is cruel!"

Trying to throw Cassian out of the window, Jordan smashed the door, swayed the windbreaker, leaped, filled quickly, intercepted in the air, fired three times in succession, stepped, moved and volleyed.

With a wave of bullets, the killers outside the main entrance were obviously weaker than Cassian by more than one level.

It's just in a short breath or two, Jordan's army is clear in an instant.

Until this time, the dead guy just pulled the trigger, an RPG dragged a long tail of flame, into the room.