Seeing the hounds approaching, a plan flashed through Smith's mind to pull the diaper from under the baby's butt. It is stained with the dog's beloved things, and the taste is a little choking, which can be used as bait to deceive the dog and get a golden cicada out of its shell.

Smith was about to start, when suddenly there was a roar of the engine at the entrance of the alley, thinking that the other side had another reinforcement, but he didn't want a pistol to poke out of the car window and shoot a magazine at the suit and tie.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The 15 rounds were tilted in seconds, and the suits and ties didn't expect Smith and his accomplices to be hit by the black guns from behind. It was very difficult for two people to walk side by side in the alley, and seven or eight people fell on the spot with a shuttle of bullets.

Don't talk about the dead, the people who don't die are naturally wailing, and the short leader didn't expect it, he always thought that Smith was a lone ranger.

A group of people searched for a hidden spot, and when they turned back, the sound of engines outside the alley had already left.

The dog barked wildly because of the gunshot, and a group of people did not dare to come forward, for fear of being shot again. They were right, and Smith suddenly burst out and opened fire, killing five people with five bullets.

Surrounded by the enemy, the group left their wailing companions behind and fled into the corner of the alley amid the curses of the short chief.

The sound of the engine outside the alley sounded again, this time in a different direction, and the short leader was forced with a gun, but no one wanted to rush out and die. They waited until the engine sound died down before they cautiously stepped out, but Target Smith was gone.

"Shit!"

The short leader's eyes flashed with rage, and he slammed his fist into the wall at his side, then blushed and rubbed the back of his hand behind his back.

If I punch down, a concrete wall with dust will be fine, but my hands will hurt.

……

The Ford F-150 was driving on the road at night, Russell driving, with Smith in the passenger seat and Quintana holding a baby in the back.

The car was a little quiet, Russell held the steering wheel and took the initiative to ask, "Smith?" ”

"Who are you?"

Smith has a cold attitude, he has no consciousness of being saved at all, he can leave safely without Russell, he has this strength.

"My name is Russell and here's my letter of introduction."

Russell pulled out a letter from his jacket pocket, Smith took it, and after reading it, the wariness in his eyes weakened a little.

The special threaded bullet made Smith smile knowingly: "How is the cross doing?" ”

"Honestly, it wasn't very pleasant, his son was kidnapped...... The company he left his job with. ”

"Hehe, that company is going to be out of luck!"

Russell shrugged when he heard this, is this a commercial nonsense?

Smith sat precariously with the word 'pretending' written on his cold face: "For the sake of the cross, I promised to train you for a week, but not now, until I finish the matter at hand." ”

Russell said politely, "Do you need my help?" ”

"No, a little trouble, I can handle it alone."

With that, Smith closed his eyes and took a nap, and he could see that the man was very tired, but he tried to show a tough posture.

Russell is very self-aware, and Smith is not showing it to him, but to reassure the women in the back row. Russell glanced in the rearview mirror, a woman with a lot of charm, the more she looked, the more familiar she felt.

, isn't this my goddess!

The woman's face is eighty percent similar to Monica Bellucci, and her figure is equally hot, but it's a pity that the makeup is not so stunning, and the pungent and inferior perfume makes it difficult for people to associate her with the goddess.

In the rearview mirror, Quintana noticed Russell's scrutiny, the corners of her mouth hooked up and she rolled a wink, as if no one else had undressed her and breastfed the waking baby.

Russell looked away with a painful face, this temperament, this style, this is not the goddess in his mind.

When he met Smith, who picked out dozens of dollars, Russell felt that he was likely to enter another plot world, but when he met Quintana with a goddess face, the word 'maybe' was directly eliminated by him.

This is a new copy, I just don't know which movie it is, forgive Russell, he has no memory at all, and his impression of the goddess is only 'The Beautiful Legend of Sicily' and 'The Matrix'.

Obviously, neither of these are the ones!

【Ding! 】

[The host contacts the plot character Smith, triggers the lottery link, and gets two lottery chances, is it now drawn?] 】

[The host contacts the plot character Donna Quintana and triggers the lottery link, is it now drawn?] 】

Hearing the prompt sound in his head, Russell immediately responded, opened the interface and started the lottery, and like the previous big back, Smith brought him two draws. And Donna Quintana, who can only say that the goddess's face is not white, actually provided a lottery.

Obviously, the cross has not triggered a single lottery!

At the end of the three consecutive draws, Russell didn't know how to complain about the cards he obtained.

[Item card: Carrots (eating more vegetables is good for physical and mental health)]

[Skill Card: 100 Shots (Your Enemy Only Runs Out of Ammo)]

Smith provided two cards, and the skill cards were very high, and Russell was a little eager to try, but the possibility of a one-time was very large, and in order not to waste it, he could only pass by now.

As for carrots......

Russell didn't want to comment on it, so he looked at '100 shots and 100 hits' and saw it as an add-on.

The third card, Russell just looked at it, and felt full of malice from the world.

[Skill Card: Death Coil (Old Tree Root Upgrade)]

Russell: "......"

My goddess, what are you doing in this world, so skilled that the system recognizes it as a skill?

Also, this card gives me a piece of?

……

In a bad mood, Ford drove into the city and parked in the parking lot of a hotel. Worse things happened, Smith was a poor ghost, and the lodging fee was paid for by Russell, and he opened three rooms, and eventually one was vacant.

Quintana said that a person was insecure, so he carried the baby in his arms and followed Smith into the room, and Russell's face twitched when the door closed.

"It's me who paid for it......"

Russell wordlessly unscrewed the door next door, collapsed on the bed and was about to fall asleep, he drove all day, and was a little mentally tired.

I don't know how long I slept, Russell vaguely heard a strange noise, he squinted slightly, and got up from the bed softly. The sound came from the next door, which was Smith's room, which made Russell nervous for a while, could it be that the two had been attacked.

Russell moved cautiously, trying not to make any movement, and pressed his ear against the wall, the soundproofing of the hotel room was average, and the screams of torture were heard.

“Oh，God！ Oh…… Try it hard！！！ ”

Russell rolled his eyes and secretly scolded the dog man and woman, the noise disturbed the people in the middle of the night, and the neighbors would have to go to work tomorrow?

The drowsiness was dispelled by the humming and chirping in his ears, and Russell washed his face with cold water and checked the M9 he was carrying. At this moment, a warning of danger suddenly rose in his heart, the door of the room was violently kicked open, and the man in black in a special operations suit rushed in.

Boom!

Russell shot the man in black in the chest, turned around and shot again, the glass window was shattered, and the man in black who fell down the rope to the window screamed and fell from mid-air.

There was a muffled sound of falling to the ground, and the screams came to an abrupt end!

At the same time, the next room was also full of gunfire, and Russell gasped and threw himself on the ground.

The wooden walls of the hotel were shot through, and Russell crawled to the door, and there was not a single ghost in the hallway, apparently all of them went to Smith.

Smith was quick, and by the time Russell came to his door, the battle inside was over.

"Smith!?"

"OK, I know it's you, I don't have to make a sound, I can hear your footsteps."

A simple dialogue, avoiding unnecessary firefights, Russell strode through the door and saw the dog man and woman hugging each other. Quintana had her hands around Smith's neck and her legs wrapped around his waist, and even if Russell walked in, she had no intention of leaving.

Quintana unleashed the skill Death Coil, which was outstanding, causing Smith to suffer heavy losses and his ammunition depot to zero!

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