Early morning.

Richard snapped his eyes open.

At five o'clock, Richard woke up an hour and a half early.

Of course, it wasn't that he didn't sleep well, but that he heard movement.

Someone! A lot of people!

With a strong heartbeat, silent footsteps, and steady breathing, these people are all well-trained and physically strong. A large group of such people gathered around the house of the neighbor killer couple, and the meaning is self-evident.

This must have been the clean-up team that John said they had organized.

"There are a lot of people, John and the others don't know if they can carry it?"

Zealous Richard decided to help his neighbors clean up the yard.

Getting up, he rushed to the bathroom and wiped his face, Richard put his hand on the Hokagestone.

"Flame Dragon Armor - Fit!"

The red light bloomed, and Richard turned into an afterimage and rushed out of the house.

"Group A is in place!"

"Group B is in place!"

"Group C is in place!"

"Everyone knows the goal, don't be careless, go all out. Right now...... The cleanup begins! ”

Boom!

Boom!

Click!

Click!

Smoke grenades erupt from the grenade launcher, shattering glass and falling all over the room, a-green smoke that wakes up the disheveled Eighteen Smiths.

"Shet!"

The two scolded in unison, and were about to explain to each other to be careful, when red lasers shot into the room and swept up.

Then there was a burst of biubiubiu, bullets firing wildly.

The house, which had been dilapidated by last night's fighting, became even more crumbling, and the padding in the mattresses and bedding fluttered all over the sky, and John and Jenny fled into the basement one after the other.

Faced with the dilemma of being completely unequipped, John couldn't help but look at Jenny.

Jenny looked embarrassed.

Yesterday, she brought her "best friend" to move and took away all the equipment, and now she is so embarrassed.

"Have you emptied my bookshelves too?" John asked.

"You said the Colt in there?" Jenny straightened her hair behind her ears and glanced away.

"Then ...... in my closet"

"The M4?"

"You won't turn over the toilet tank too, will you?"

"Beretta Pico?"

John: "......"

Now it's okay, I'm out of options.

John's expression was resigned to fate.

Jenny apologized, kissed John, and began rummaging through the cabinets. She remembered that she had hidden a cop in the basement, and although it was small and had a capacity of only four rounds, it was more powerful than the Sand Eagle, and it was one of her favorite toys.

Two minutes later.

"Hani, wait a minute!" John stopped Jenny, "Something is wrong. ”

Jenny noticed it too.

No movement!

The organization sent someone to clean up, how could there be such a little movement?

The two of them are the top killers of their respective organizations, and there is no problem with their heads, so why do they have to send out a clean-up force each, but they haven't appeared for so long?

It's not that I'm bent on dying, but it's so weird!

The two glanced at each other, each holding a steel pipe and a change cone, and quietly touched it.

Living room, no one.

Bedrooms, no one.

Study, no one.

There was a sudden bang outside the window, and John and Jenny looked at each other...... Well, without looking at each other, the two looked directly out of the window, and the scene that swept by seemed to be a little shocking, both of them stared at each other, and then looked out of the window again in disbelief.

"That friend of Richard, why is he here?"

This is a question shared by both of them.

Outside, after Richard hammered the last killer into two small pies with a single punch, he sensed John and Jenny's gaze and made an OK gesture towards them.

Suddenly, the uncomfortable feeling of being stared at something came over him, and Richard looked across the street into the courtyard, where a guy in the same costume as the killers he had just killed was aimed at him with a classic shoulder-mounted bazooka.

"Thirsty!"

Richard cursed and rushed over as fast as he could.

Shout!

A rocket burst out of the chamber, dragging white smoke along the direction of Richard's travel.

Richard looked at the flying rocket, his dynamic vision was in full swing, and suddenly, everything in his vision slowed down.

And this moment of effort is enough for him to solve the problem.

The fist turned into a palm and pressed it on the side of the rocket, and Richard wanted to turn around and throw it back, but there were dents on the shell immediately, and Richard secretly scolded that the quality of this thing was too poor.

Obviously, the steering force is too strong for the rocket to withstand, so it can only change direction slightly.

Of course, his own family and the Smith family can't, then only heaven remains.

It's not impossible to block it directly, although it's not afraid of fire and shrapnel damage, but it hurts!

Richard lifted the rocket, and the warhead was warped about 20 degrees before reaching the limit.

Shout!

The rocket slashed diagonally into the sky, flying higher and higher until it lost power, and then the warhead fell downward.

Richard's face changed.

He overlooked one problem - Ge flew not bullets, but rockets!

The bullet is gone, but the rocket will explode, and it will only detonate if it is hit with enough instantaneous impact.

He did avoid the house being blown up, but the rocket wouldn't just explode like that, at least not the kind of fuse that was delayed. Once this cargo falls to the ground, the consequences are unimaginable.

Looking at the direction in which the rocket landed, Richard could only catch up. Otherwise, the words of the dead will be counted on his head!

Richard shuddered at the thought of the soaring karma and the terrible consequences that followed.

Once, when he experimented with how karma could grow, he did bad things, such as stealing things or smashing glass, and then he proved that karma only grows positively, and that there is retribution for doing bad things.

At that time, after the karma had grown, Richard was in a state of bad luck, choking on water, and coughing up his lungs.

After a few experiments, Richard was convinced that his dumb system was a system of positive energy, and that he would be punished for doing bad things!

If this warhead killed someone because of him, then the level of bad luck that followed is really unimaginable.

That's most likely fatal!!

In addition to Iron Man and the Avengers, he has watched two or three European and American movies, and he happened to watch the Grim Reaper!

When the time comes, it is estimated that it is the kind of way to die! There's the kind that the Yanlong armor can't dodge!

Scared pee, scared pee!

Richard flew over, flew up the wall, and finally caught the warhead before it hit the ground.

Looking at the guy in his hand that would explode if he hit it hard, Richard decided to return it to the killer.

There was a rush and an explosion.

Black smoke mixed with flames rose into the sky.

The one in Richard's hand didn't explode, but looking at the direction of the smoke, it seemed to be the Smith family?

I ran back and looked, and sure enough, it was.

Richard threw the rocket at the killer who hadn't left, and then rushed into the fire in front of him.

In the ruins, the scorching flames burned everything they could, and in a country where the structure of the house was made of wood, it was not uncommon for a fire to burn one house at a time.

Richard felt the heat around him, which was absolutely inaccessible to ordinary people, and walked in the flames, and an indescribable feeling welled up from the bottom of his heart.

It's the same as when you didn't look back at the explosion before!