Chapter 1791

Needless to say, Wade actually has his own goals.

That's the small bag on Frank's shoulder. It contains Ah Fu's poison money, which must be recovered.

The old lady is a black or a blind person. She helps her go shopping. That's a good thing, isn't it?

Sure enough, good people don't pay well.

This Punisher should even rob an old blind man's pension. Is there any humanity? Is there any law?

Wade raised his two guns and aimed at the punisher who shot at the eagle's eye. His plan was to use his precise shooting method to break the schoolbag strap, then pick up the money and run.

After all, the backpack strap is broken, and it can still be used to sew it home with sewing. But if the 100000 dollars in the schoolbag are lost, when will it be able to earn it back?

Especially now I still have a ghost task on my back. It seems that freedom is far away.

He has the ability to kill people, but he didn't take on the task of these people. Killing is for nothing. It's better to save them when they buy their lives in the future.

Anyway, these people in New York City seem to wade like turnips in his own field. When they want to eat and when to pull, they are the most cost-effective.

The evening wind, with the exhaust gas from the streets, formed a sultry summer cyclone. The heat wave hit Wade on the roof, but his heart was as cold as ice.

He concentrated his attention and adjusted his breathing with his rich experience in juvenile soldiers.

The next second, the world changed.

Like the soul of millions of wronged souls in the Rwanda massacre, he is not fighting alone, the souls of black uncles are helping him!

As he reached the state of absolute calm, everything in front of him seemed to slow down.

Whether it was a toothpick, or a bullet, or an arrow, or a stick, they seemed to be in the air, and only he could think.

This is the power of professional mercenaries! Tremble, mortals!

"Now!"

Wade's eyes fixed, he saw an opportunity, as Frank sidestepped to avoid the arrow flying downstairs, revealing the pink schoolbag behind him.

The mercenary smiles, a smile full of confidence.

Before the confrontation, he pretended to be emotional instability, and his hands holding the gun were shaking. As expected, everyone thought he was a rookie, so they all focused on each other.

It gave him the best shot.

He gently pulled the trigger and a 45 shot spun out of the gun. He did what he was best at, that is, shooting.

When the bullet reaches its effect, everyone, yes, including everyone watching the fun nearby, will know how powerful and terrible they are.

At that time, his business as a mercenary will be rolling in? If there are a lot of pick-up orders by name, Marguerite sisters bar may be able to look at more ingredients, and negotiate with the employer of this task, so as to be free?

"Bang!"

The sound of gunfire reverberated between the buildings and on the empty rooftop. The smell of gunpowder was blown away in an instant.

The gun flame flashed away in the bright light, and the mercenary's anger was like this, hidden and dangerous.

Frank's body shudders, kicks the empty can he stepped on under his feet to one side, and continues to fight with eagle eye passionately.

On the other hand, the target eye, who was fighting with the demon, covered his thigh and fell down, looking at wade in disbelief.

"You... Hit me?"

Wade shrank his neck and spat out his tongue. He thought too much in his mind just now. He had the wrong finger to pull the trigger.

He held up his two guns. He intended to shoot the schoolbag down with the gun in his right hand. However, he thought too much, and the opportunity flashed away. He fired the wrong gun when he was excited and pulled the trigger with his left hand.

I hit the thigh of the other side of the target eye...

"I said I didn't mean to, but I just hit your letter askew?" Wade had a harmless smile, blinking quickly and pretending to be innocent.

As expected, I can't get into the bullet time. Before that, those were illusions. The recently played "Max Payne" has no practical guiding significance at all...

"fuck you horse!"

He didn't want to be hit on the head with a stick. After throwing out a toothpick to drive back the demon, he chose to use the rope to jump off the building to escape, leaving only a fragrance:

"remember, Wade! Don't let me find out where your horse's graveyard is, I'll definitely scatter her skeleton

Wade rolled his eyes and waved his hand to the target eye as a farewell. Anyway, he didn't know where his mother's grave was. Target eye liked to say hi since he was a child. As an old classmate, he was used to it.

"Remember to look at the car when you cross the road on your way home! I'll treat you to dinner next time! "

I don't know if the target eye can hear it. Anyway, there is a middle finger sticking out from the edge of the rope tied roof over there. It swings towards Wade, and soon shrinks down and disappears.One of the five eliminated, and the scene became a little more orderly, but the pink schoolbag was still on the punisher's back, and wade would not give up fighting until he took the money back.

"Stripper! Give me a hand

At this time, he heard someone calling him. It was the man with the bow and arrow. He seemed to recognize himself.

It should have happened on Tony's boat, right? But he was a very virtuous dancer. Although he was wearing monkey headgear, he was not a stripper.

"I'm not..."

"help him kick! I'll give you 10000!"

Hawkeye's melee skills were better than the punisher, but Frey's command was to live, and Frank's now deadly play left Clint tied.

The military dagger moves toward his neck or chest, and he really can't subdue the punisher with his hands left.

However, when he saw that the stripper had the courage to shoot, he suddenly thought of a magic trick. He would help the stripper first and then catch him.

As for the ten thousand dollars, Hawkeye will not default on his account. In any case, it will be reimbursed by public funds.

After a few years in prison, the poisonous insect will definitely pay for it.

As soon as the mercenary's eyes brighten, it doesn't matter whether he is a stripper or not. As long as you give me money, you can say what he is.

He immediately raised his two guns.

"Aim for some this time!" Eagle eye quickly stressed that the man's unpredictable shooting skills just now made him feel a little confused.

Wade took a few deep breaths, moving his cervical spine to adjust his state: "don't worry, I definitely hit this time. I was a sharpshooter."

Well, the musketeers of warlords in small African countries use heavy machine guns from pickup trucks. No matter how far apart the targets are, the shooting will be finished. It is totally different from the professional snipers with the title of sharpshooter in the US Army.

Hearing that he was going to hurt the punisher, the night demon rushed to Wade and threw out his baton to get rid of the two guns.

Yes, I'll take both, so I don't have to worry about any accidental injuries.

With the target eye gone, there should be no bad people among those present. It is just a simple misunderstanding. There is no need for bloodshed. Murdoch's lawyer is fully confident to use his legal knowledge and eloquence to persuade everyone.

Thanks to his professional martial arts training, the angle and timing of the night Devil Man's hand are impeccable. The fully functional "Billy" stick is like an extension of his arm and can be manipulated at will.

Hit, the red stick dragged the steel wire around the two wrists of the blonde. He pulled it violently, and the pain made the man take off his hand and both guns fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

Mark Murdoch is a legitimate lawyer, and no one in the legal channels will sell guns to a blind man.

He had never heard of a word called "off fire.".

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief for the punisher, he felt as if he had been bitten by an insect on his side abdomen, and his body suddenly lost its strength and rolled to the ground.

Although super power allows him to evade a lot of long-range attacks, who would have expected the gun to fall on the ground and fire himself?

Not to mention the bullet or hit the ground for a while, forming a jump shot hit itself, this is pure bad luck.

He was shot in the liver. This guy actually used a steel core armor piercing bullet in his pistol. His bulletproof uniform didn't work well at all...

he lost blood so fast that mark couldn't help the punisher here.

Only pull back the rope stick, use it to build other tall buildings, covering the wound with one hand, holding the hook rope with the other hand, floating away like an ape Tarzan.

He took a deep look at Wade, blind as he was, to imprint the outline and voice print of the other person in his mind.

But he was much more cultured than the target eye, said nothing, and then disappeared out of the lamppost, in the dark lane.

Anyway, his purpose is to prevent the punisher from going out to kill people today. Now, Frank seems to have no chance. He should also escape, and he has to go home to find someone to treat him.

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