Mindy stayed at Jordan's house for a day, and after hearing the news, the big dad rushed to Jordan's house and took Mindy away in a rage.

By the way, Big Daddy also provides a safe temporary place for May and Peter to stay.

Big Daddy looked very angry, but in fact, Jordani could feel that Big Daddy was taking off the burden on Jordan in another way.

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

Jordani did not refuse the kindness of Big Daddy, in addition to Jordani, Big Daddy also has a good friend Marcus, who is now a senior detective with the New York City Police Department.

With Marcus here, it is enough to ensure the safety of Big Daddy and May and others.

Jordani, on the other hand, needs to face retaliation from the Osborne Group and the CIA.

Both of these parties are big forces, coupled with Jordani's deliberate appearance at the police station last night, Jordani believes that it won't be too long for both parties to come to the door.

As evening approached, Jordani had put everything in order and seemed to be thinking about something.

May and Peter are gone, but Jordani still needs a battle to make sure all the attention is on him.

It's just that Jordani is not sure whether he wants to put the battlefield in his rented place.

Bang bang!

It was not yet completely dark outside, and suddenly there was a violent knock on the door.

Jordani instinctively wanted to touch the gun, and then thought that if the other party was not good, he would not knock on the door at all, and if the other party came with good intentions, he would not be so rude.

Whether it's life or fighting, many times, the details can reflect a lot of things.

Jordan pressed the gun behind his back, came to the side of the door, and casually flicked the window next to him, and a vague reflection fell into Jordani's eyes.

"Jovovich, F.. K, damn Russians, I know you're in there......"

With another violent knock on the door, there was a violent knock on the door, and it was Jordani's landlord, Monta Evans.

A greedy, gambling, lustful drunkard.

"Mr. Evans, I wonder why you're here?" Jordani opened the door, frowning.

Monta Evans looked drunk and said arrogantly: "You damn rich Russian, this is the territory of the United States, and I am from the United States, why can't I be here, this is my house......"

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

Monta Evans was stunned and forced a smile: "Haha, Joe, you are really joking, I just want to do a survey and ask if you are comfortable living here?" Nothing else. ”

Jordani grimaced and said, "Is there anything else?" ”

Monta Evans broke out in a cold sweat and said boldly: "Joe, in fact, I don't want to come, isn't there still twenty days to pay for the rent, a tenant has taken a fancy to this place, and the offer is $5,000 per month, so he has to force me to ask, see if you have any intention of quitting the rent, if so, I can refund you a thousand, no, two thousand dollars in liquidated damages!" ”

Jordani's expression became more and more unhappy, and he said, "Get out!" ”

Monta Evans looked flattering, and jumped a little: "Okay! ”

After the greedy landlord left, Jordani felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart, and instantly turned over, made a small jump, and hid behind a stone pillar in the corner of the room.

At the same time, from the window next to the doorway, a bullet swerved and landed in an extremely unscientific way where Jordan was standing.

Assassin Mutual Aid Society, Wonnyima's!

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

Not daring to stop at all, in a very strange way, as if drunk, he staggered and ran madly towards the stairs.

And behind Jordani, bullets fell wildly like eyes.

Arc Ballistics!

This unscientific way of attacking made Jordani unable to judge the direction of the attacker at all, and he didn't even fight back.

When Jordan rushed to the second floor, it didn't take long for a fierce figure to rush into the room.

Gollum!

Just as the figure was about to rush towards the stairs, a small melon was already crooked, just tumbling down the stairs.

Jordani didn't dare to throw it, these people from the Assassin Mutual Aid Society were all good marksmanship, and he had no chance to show up.

Rumble!

A violent explosion rang out, and the flames overflowed.

After the explosion, in the smoke of gunpowder, Jordani tore through the billowing smoke like a swift cheetah, held a gun in both hands, and shot wildly at the slightly embarrassed people in the room.

Floating shooting, archery, random shooting, triple shot.

A series of skills and bullets were handed over, and in just a second or two, Jordani poured out at least a dozen bullets.

However, even at this high rate of fire, the opponent was able to return fire.

The gunfire was like thunder, and the rate of fire that erupted from the embarrassed figure was not comparable to Jordani's, but the guns and bullets were obviously idiosyncratic, and the arc ballistics were thrown indiscriminately, and even one bullet could shoot down Jordani's two attacks.

The clanging deformation bullets fell to the ground.

I'm into Nima!

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

As a roaming shooter, he was actually compared to others in marksmanship.

Lao Tzu's system doesn't want to save face.

Forget about marksmanship, Jordan pounced directly like a goshawk, knee hits, instant kicks, roundhouse kicks, and a set of leg quality triple strikes.

With a thud, the figure stuck to the wall like a painting.

"Shet, are you Cassian?"

It was only then that Jordani had time to look at the faces of the figures on the wall.

It's dark, and the other party is a black guy.

It's not a mockery, but Jordani really didn't realize that this attacker was actually Cassian.

Watching the black guy on the other side slide off the wall and struggle, Jordani only hesitated for a moment, and then hit the other man in the head with the butt of a gun, leaving him unconscious.

And at this moment, a greater sense of crisis made Jordani's whole back tremble as if a tail had been erected.

"Zhen Nima is ruthless!"

Struggled to slam Cassian out the window, Jordani smashed the door, trench coat swaying, leaping, fast loading, floating volley, triple shot, stepping shot, moving shot, random shot.

A wave of bullets flicked wildly, and the killers outside the main gate were obviously more than a notch weaker than Cassian.

Just in a short breath or two, Jordani cleared the army in an instant.

It was only then that the dead guy pulled the trigger, and an RPG shot dragged a long flame tail into the room.