Chapter 1043 (1/2)

Maybe a shotgun is enough to face a polar bear or other wild animals here, but Santa Claus is almost instantly held in the head by four guns when he goes out.

Su Ming, who holds a gun in four hands with standard posture, is naturally the fastest.

Although I don't know what the specific situation is, it's not wrong to have the advantage and the right to speak first.

Like the black dynamic group, Wade is naturally the one who holds the gun in his hands. Although he is not as good as his cousin, he has no reason to miss the target so close.

Ordinary people have a fear of guns, while the ordinary people will also see which side has more guns and which side has fewer guns.

Guns are of little use to superheroes, but they leave an image of violence in people's hearts over the years. They are synonymous with threats.

Even if you can blow someone's head with one punch, it's better to put your fist on someone's head than a small caliber pistol.

Wade twisted his head to the place where there was no one, and said very seriously: ”audience friends, at this moment, our gun muzzle is only one centimeter away from the old man's head. But I know that the next second, this Santa Claus will fall in love with me, and he will say three words to me, geese love you. If we have to add a time limit to this love, I think it will last until Before I shoot. ”

Clang, this is the sound of Santa's shotgun landing. When he saw the death attendant and the death knell, he seemed to lose his strength. He did say three words, but it was not what the death attendant thought.

”Kill me!”

That's what Santa says, and he's going to grab Sumin and Wade's guns and try to pull the trigger for them.

Wade opened the distance with a series of small jumps. He put away his gun and sighed. He still communicated with the nonexistent audience: ”I guessed the beginning correctly, but I didn't know the end. My sweetheart would wear a bikini and step on...”

”bang!”

Hanging quickly picked up the shotgun on the ground and blew the valet out, while Su Ming himself used a catch to counter Santa Claus and pushed him into the house.

Peter took a sympathetic look at the valet in the snow. The broken neck must be fatal, but not to the valet.

I have to say that guns are also a good way to stop Wade's nonsense, so this sympathy is very limited. Peter is a little gloating, and steps a little cheerfully into the house with the funeral bell.

It was so warm in the room that Peter closed the door behind him. He always had a good habit of closing the door.

Put Santa back on his sofa again, and Su Ming also put away his gun, because he knew Santa's ability in advance, he had a plan.

As a God and mutant, Santa Claus has some very strange abilities, such as being able to instantly move into any chimney of the earth, such as being able to talk to reindeer, making cane candy by hand, and so on.

But now Santa Claus's state, he just doesn't want to live, and Su Ming has also judged that he is drinking alcohol. Now the alcohol concentration in his blood should be above 2.0, which means walking is shaking.

”Tell me, old man, how did you succeed in slimming down, and why do you seek survival?” Su Ming picked up a bottle and smelled it. It was a poor fennel wine, which was not even drunk by the watchdogs in his own winery.

”Did you lose weight too much? Cheated by the personal trainer? ” Peter's brain was wide open. He couldn't find a place to sit. He just sat on the floor.

”I'm damned. I'll destroy the world. Kill me. I'm a useless man.” Santa Claus cried to them. He cried twice. Seeing the death knell, there was no response. He immediately locked the ”crying target” on Spiderman.

”Take your time. Don't worry. I'll help you.” Peter was the most enthusiastic and immediately promised to help.

”My Christmas gift factory has been occupied by people. I can't even afford to eat. My wife ran away. Rudolph also ran away. Today is Christmas after 0:00. I don't have any presents. I'm a sinner.”

Rudolph is the red nosed reindeer that serves as a sled headlamp.

Santa Claus told Peter very clearly what he was facing, and then he blinked at him.

”But you have wine. You have money.” Peter pointed to the empty bottle and came into the room. He also smelled the wine.

”You don't have enough to drink, Rudolph. You can't imagine how much their feed costs a year.” Santa broke the subject.

Peter thought about it for a while. He heard iron man say how much it costs to raise a pony every year, and reindeer should cost more.

Before he could say anything more to Santa Claus, the valet with his head under his arm pushed the door in. He held his head like a headless knight and sat on Santa's lap naturally.

”You're lucky this time. The best mercenary in the world is here. I'll make a deal with you.”

“？？？”

Santa Claus looked at the dead man's head and looked at the death knell walking around the room with his arms in his arms.

As we all know, it's the death knell habit to talk about terms. Why has it changed today that the death guards only accept US dollars?”There were some kids who hired me to kill you, and they paid 50000 dollars, but I think you are a good person, so you add 10000 and I will kill them for you.” The valet put his head back, but because the wound was not healed, he needed to hold it with his hand.

This time, by the way, Santa's face softened a little.

”Hello Peter hit the valet. It's too dark. How can you kill a child?

”Well, don't kill them.” Wade waved, but quietly handed Santa a card and whispered, ”call later.”