Chapter 1791 (1/2)

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!”