Russell glanced at Smith to confirm that the other party had not transformed into a Super Carrot Man, and started a second draw with doubts, and obtained a character card and an item card.

[Character Card: Smith (The one who can go against the sky by giving a carrot)]

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

Looking at the character cards issued, Russell's phobia of lack of firepower has diluted a lot, and he is still in the exploration stage of the pit daddy system, and he has summed up two conclusions.

First, the skill card and item card are far less powerful than the character card, and neither the subway police nor Swalt let him down.

Second, the system's annotations about the card can be seen, and cannot be used as a reference. For example, in the character card of Smith, without knowing Smith, according to the system's annotations, the ghost knows how capable he is.

Looking at Smith, who was still unsatisfied, Russell silently used the 'Item Card: Carrot' and took one out of his arms again. He first took a bite of his own to make sure that the carrot had no effect on healing, and then handed the remaining half to Smith.

Smith didn't dislike being bitten by Russell, he gnawed the carrot clean, chatted with him, Russell's sleepiness subsided, and he drove on the road to chat without a ride.

Seeing the M1911 pistol and magazine that Russell had prepared for himself, Smith was not polite, and directly took it into his arms and told what he had done on the plane.

Russell looked confused: "So, you killed the congressman who is running for president next Monday?" ”

Smith rightly said, "That's right, it's worth more to be dead than alive." ”

"But after all, that's a member of parliament, and the person most likely to become president, wouldn't you get into a big trouble by killing him?"

"It's not a big problem, Congressman Rutledge has too much black material, and if you really want to thoroughly investigate the cause of his death, it will expose a lot of political scandals. Think about it, what would happen if the people knew that the parliamentarian they supported was a duplicitous hypocrite, who was ostensibly shouting for a ban on guns, but secretly colluded with arms companies? ”

Russell was suddenly speechless, the national situation was different, and he didn't know how to answer.

Smith gave the answer: "The people will march in front of the White House, the government will be anxious, the credibility will be frozen, and the rest of the presidential candidates will be implicated." None of these men are clean, and they will try their best to hide the truth about Rutledge's death, and maybe tonight we will see the news of Rutledge's death from a heart attack. ”

Russell thought for a moment: "What if the truth is exposed by a journalist who is not afraid of death?" ”

"There are such powerful journalists?"

"What if!"

Smith sighed: "Then the gun ban bill will be put on the forefront, I hope it will become like this!" ”

Russell shook his head, it is impossible for the United States to ban guns in this country, and there have been repeated proposals to ban guns, but the result is that gun sales are rising. The more ferocious the gun ban is, the better the business of the weapons companies, which will make other countries stunned.

As they were chatting, Russell suddenly frowned, and a car in the rearview mirror had been following them for a while. At first, Russell thought it was just a good time, but it wasn't until the other party kept hanging at the same speed that he realized that something was wrong.

Smith also glanced in the rearview mirror, silently looked at Russell, the two nodded in unison, the highway ahead turned crooked, and Ford drove towards the nearest town.

"Why are people still coming to us, didn't you say that they would hide the truth about the death of the councillor?"

Smith shrugged: "We're insiders, aren't we?" ”

Russell was dumbfounded, this is indeed the truth, he, Smith, and Quintana are all insiders, and the most powerful evidence is held in Quintana's arms. The baby and Congressman Latledge have the same DNA, and as long as the baby's identity is revealed, the truth of the matter will be revealed.

Smith was a little irritated: "Who do you think it will be, the CIA or the Hanmerson Arms Company?" ”

If the Hanmosen Arms Company, although it is a big man in the arms industry, Smith is not without any means, but if it is the CIA, he can only leave the US imperialism and live in other countries.

"Just look at it......" Looking at the car following in the rearview mirror, Russell slammed the steering wheel and rushed into the rugged mountain road on the side.

……

Half an hour later, more than ten cars arrived, and a total of 70 gunmen disembarked from the cars, led by the shorter leader and the majority shareholder of the Hanmosen Arms Company.

The short leader looked at the empty Ford angrily, pulled out a military dog to search the mountains and forests, he hated Smith to the core, and he couldn't sleep until he killed the other party with his own hands.

In fact, Smith is grateful to the short chief and the majority shareholder, who, through their vast backgrounds, brought the truth down from Congressman Rutledge's death, not in the assassination, but because of the plane crash, and even the body cannot be found.

For the dwarf leader and the majority shareholder, the Smith Four are the last to know, and if they kill the four, their sins will never surface.

Having seen Smith's marksmanship, the major shareholder had no idea of going up to the mountains to hunt, so he let the short leader lead the team, while he was huddled in a bulletproof car waiting for good news.

70 well-armed gunmen, all of whom were veterans, rounded up four people with military dogs, two of whom were prostitutes and babies who had no combat effectiveness, and this wave should be stable!

Soon, gunshots rang out in the mountains and forests, and the major shareholder sat in the car, opened the sunroof and smoked a cigar, and held a glass of red wine in his hand, which was extremely comfortable. Congressman Ratledge's death is a good thing, and without a gun ban bill, his assets will only grow.

In the grass where no one is looking, Russell squints at the luxury bulletproof car where the majority shareholder is, and according to his and Smith's battle plan, Smith takes on the gunman, and he protects Quintana and the baby.

So, after wandering around the forest, he secretly drove away with Quintana and the baby, never expecting to meet the mastermind here. Let Quintana and the baby hide well, he is ready to kill the major shareholder here, the opportunity is rare, and it will be even more difficult after missing this time.

Russell hadn't met the majority shareholder of Hanmosen Arms Company, and he didn't know his identity, but he didn't know that it didn't matter, the system knew!

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

This system is still somewhat useful!

Russell silently drew and obtained an item card.

[Item card: bank card (there are 500,000 US dollars in it, anonymous, no loss report, no cash withdrawal, although there are many restrictions, but the taste of Franklin is still so intoxicating)]

A useless card, Russell glanced at it and ignored it, his eyes swept over to memorize all the gunslinger positions. With the majority shareholder, there are 18 people in total, ranging from pistols, rifles, submachine guns, to shotguns, and his M9 has 15 rounds and two magazines.

Russell crouched in the grass, calculating how to kill the group, and finally found that it was impossible for him to do it on his own.

The gunfire in the mountains and forests intensified, and from time to time there was the sound of dogs barking, Russell glanced at Smith's character card, and thought about it.

"System, use 'Skill Card: Bullet Time'!"

[Host Equip 'Skill Card: Bullet Time', this card is a one-time skill card!] 】

In an instant, Russell felt his heart beat extremely fast, and everything around him slowed down. His perception became extremely clear, his skin could easily perceive the flow of wind speed, and the sounds he heard in his ears were quickly analyzed and sorted out by his brain, and fed back into concise and clear messages.

A sense of omnipotence germinated in his heart, and Russell followed this feeling, and jumped out of the grass, the M9 in his hand slashed in front of him, and bullets roared out of the muzzle.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang ———

Russell saw the fog created by the moment the bullet was discharged, and he could also feel the trajectory of the bullet, which was a wonderful feeling, and reason told him that it all happened in an instant, but the vision deceived his brain, creating an incomparably real feeling.

After half of the magazine was fired, Russell directly withdrew the magazine and replaced it with a full one. The gunmen on the other side reacted at this time, looked at the corpses of their dead companions, and crouched down one by one, hiding their bodies behind the car.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang ————

Russell raised his gun again, and this time he fired and shook his arm violently, and the moment the bullet was discharged, the trajectory became extremely flexible.

The arcing bullet struck the gunners' bodies from the side, and Russell noticed that his heartbeat was beginning to return to normal after firing 15 rounds. Unable to adapt to the sudden change of senses, he felt the world spinning for a while, buried his head in the grass on the side, and hid behind the big tree and gasped fiercely.

All 17 gunmen were shot, most of them fatally by one shot, and a few were not killed, and Russell wailed and fainted as he gasped.

The major shareholder watched this scene, the red wine in his hand was almost spilled, and he was about to climb into the driver's seat when he suddenly remembered that he was sitting in a bulletproof car, and sat back with a smile.

Lao Tzu's car is not even afraid of mines, will it be afraid of a small pistol?

Russell walked out of the grass after resting, and replenished a few bullets to the gunmen who were not dead one by one, and then came to the bulletproof car, looking at the extremely arrogant major shareholder in the window, he really didn't know what to say about the other party.

The major shareholder shook the red wine, saluted Russell through the car window, and raised his head to drink.

Russell didn't speak, took out a grenade from behind his buttocks, tore off the pull tab and threw it through the sunroof on the bulletproof car, directly smashing the wine glass in the hands of the major shareholder.

Major shareholder: "......"

MMP, who opens the sunroof?

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