The house was almost empty, littered with garbage, Sean shook his head, the air here was a bit bad.

Stretched out his hands and looked at it in mid-air, just now he grabbed and threw it around, not only throwing out the sense of rhythm, but also throwing out a lot of cool feelings... Filled with... Artistic touch!

It seems like... It's like a woman goes into the supermarket and throws everything into the trolley?

No, when a woman buys something, it's instinct, not art.

So, what does it have to do with music?

It's not right, it seems to be with... The art of leadership is related!

This made Sean feel a little strange in his heart, could it be that he had to develop another skill?

If you want to be a superhero, you have to have a few tricks, Shawn thought: After eye skills, what should this trick be called?

Dump the pot?

It's a little ugly.

Throw the pot?

It's not good either!

It's not a good name, Sean looked down and saw a Glock 17 at his feet, the same one that he faced that day, which fell from Mono.

In addition, when I lost the bed just now, I had an accidental collection, and a box that fell out of it bounced off the ground.

With his right foot lightly raised, the gun flew into his hand, and Sean looked at it, this was the first time he had held a real gun.

According to the information, this gun weighs 620 grams, which uses a lot of acetal plastic parts, and has a magazine capacity of 17 bullets, so it is called Glock 17.

Because the sleeve seat is made of synthetic materials, plus the shape is smooth, the feel is good, and the trigger is safe, which is not easy to misfire, so it accounts for almost forty percent of the police pistol market in the United States.

The whole gun has only 32 parts, including the magazine, and the gun can be disassembled in less than a minute with a single pin.

Sean is also very curious, those who play with guns, I heard that they can disassemble a firing gun into scattered parts in a few seconds, or they can load a bunch of parts into a firing gun in a few seconds.

I don't know how far I can do my current physical skills and intelligence.

After looking at it for a while, Sean disassembled the gun with some jerky and curiosity, put it back on, disassembled it again, and put it back on again, and after three times, the speed of disassembling the gun was so fast that even ordinary people couldn't see it with the naked eye.

How much damage does such a gun do to my body now?

Shaun raised his left hand, held a gun in his right hand and fired a shot at his left hand.

Bang!

…...

On the street, the basketball bounced off the opposite wall and smashed a thug before it stopped for a while.

Whoop is coming!

A few thugs sensitively pricked up their ears, and someone shouted, "There's a gunshot up there!" ”

"That's it! I hear you! Hurry up! Someone stretched out his arm and pointed at the window, yelling.

Someone even pushed hurriedly: "Quick! I didn't take the guy's to look for it in the car, and I did it with the guy! Call the boss to inform you that something is going on here! ”

…...

Room 307.

Sean tilted his head, looking at his hand with a focused expression, and between his left fingers was a yellow and clear bullet, like a burnt cigarette.

The faint smell of fireworks spreads, and light smoke curls.

"It turns out that this is the power of a 9mm bullet ... It's not big! ”

Exhaling softly, he solved a question, although it was not very powerful, it was indeed a real, close-range gun that could kill ordinary people.

It was right that I didn't hold the muzzle on the gun yesterday, otherwise I wouldn't have done it today.

Was it yesterday?

How did it seem like a month had passed, and sure enough, there was too much water, Sean sighed silently.

The thugs on the street have been fully mobilized, some are carrying the wounded away, some are going to their respective cars to pick up the guys, and some are running away to call for backup.

But no matter what, no one called the police, and they were the first ones to be arrested by the police.

…...

Without looking at the joyous scene below, Sean turned calmly and went out and downstairs without a sound

Standing in the corner of the second floor, he waited for someone to rush up.

Regardless of whether it should be dumping the pot or throwing the pot, I remember that yesterday I was almost killed on the street by someone with a bottle stone.

Okay ball?

Also quarterback?

Do you like sports so much?

Then I'll show you what the most brutal sport is!

It was rugby just now, and now it's time to swing the bat.

Baseball is also a popular sport, and the thugs here will hide a few bats in their cars, and if you take them for examination, you will always find residual blood.

…...

Sean had plenty of time and opportunity to get out of here, but he didn't go, standing here was to take advantage of the terrain to beat these guys' stuffy sticks, which is also the way the gangsters like to treat others the most, taking knives in the corners and alleys and asking for money.

It's just that Sean is standing here not for money, but for life!

The sound of footsteps crackling, the sound of stepping on all sorts of garbage around the stairs, and the thugs rushing up while cursing all sorts of dirty words.

Then someone rushed into the hallway.

The thugs were all armed with weapons, and Sean was only going to use one, the paper stick he had rolled up from a pizza box.

One foot long, three centimeters in diameter.

Compared to the knives used by the gangsters, they are much larger and much smaller than their other weapon, the bat.

Paper sticks, the power depends on the speed.

If it's fast, I don't know if I can crack the steel.

The footsteps are chaotic, and people are rushing up!

So be it!

them head-on!

Sean unceremoniously released the killing intent in his heart, and only by eliminating all these killing thoughts would it be smoother when he broke through the level.

…...

"Fack! Hurry up! ”

"It's full of garbage!"

"What floor is it?"

"I don't know, go up and see!"

"Whoever it is, I'm going to beat him to a pulp!"

Footsteps, invective, panting, echoing, the sound of a bullet being loaded.

The footsteps of the first thug were getting closer, and Sean stood at the corner of the stairs with a calm face.

Glock 17 was casually inserted into his waist.

He had just fired that shot in his life, and before that, Sean had never used a gun and would not use a gun, and Xiao Shiping would not either, but he didn't need to.

There are not many people he has to kill today, and it is worse to live than to die.

Superheroes don't kill people, that's connotative.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Growl.

Gasp!

Nervous!

The figure suddenly appeared, and little Wade rushed to the front with a gun, just now he was just hit on the head by a basketball, and the injury was the lightest among his peers, so he rushed to the front.

The man seemed to be on the third floor, and he had a loaded pistol in his hand, ready to sweep out a volley of bullets at any time.

People on the third floor!

That's the impression in his head.

But when he rushed to the corner of the second floor, a terrible force grabbed him by the neck, and then he felt like he had been thrown out of the way.

The corridor was not half dark, but there was a slight glimmer of light, the light from the fire in the street, and the moonlight projected from the window.

Little Wade flipped in mid-air, and all the things in the hallway were speeding away from him, followed by a heavy crash, and his body smashed through the window at the end of the hallway, and flew through the alley with no diminished force, making a loud, dull sound on the opposite wall.

Falling to the ground, there was another muffled sound.

There was a gurgling sound in his throat, his mouth was full of fishy breath, and he felt like his whole body had been shattered.

Little Wade was thrown off and didn't attract the attention of the people behind him, they thought that Little Wade was cleaning the aisle on the second floor, this is really a well-trained guy.

The second man rushed up, and without hesitation, he followed Wade Jr. as well, facing the second-floor passageway.

Just turned around.

Shaun's paper stick swept through the Adam's apple at a frightening speed, not like a billiards player stabbing a white cue ball, but like a baseball bat smashing an egg.

Before the man could react, his body was lifted up by Sean's big hand grasping his ribs.

With a shake of his arm, his huge body was thrown out of the broken window in the corridor like a ball, accurate and rough.

The huge body passed through the corridor more than ten meters long, scraping the corners of the window, but it was still carried out of the window by unimaginable inertia, flew several meters again, crossed the alley, slammed into the wall next door, and then fell to the ground with a dull sound.

There is no scream, but it does not mean that people will not be in pain, the Adam's apple is broken, and people cannot scream.

And the ribs that were caught were almost torn off.

…...