Bang! Bang!

Sudden Sudden Sudden Sudden Sudden

Dodo!

Bump Bump Bump!

The firelight flickered in the hallways of the museum, and John silently followed Richard, the rifle in his hand not firing for a while.

He kind of understood that this Richard, who was suspected of being sent by the chairman of the Asian High Table, was not a killer at all, this thing was obviously trained according to the army's fireman, and his seemingly thin body had two powerful arms, and he used the machine gun like a submachine gun with one hand, which was more suitable for use on the battlefield than in assassination.

But it has to be said that in this lonely environment, Richard is more comfortable than him, surrounded by enemies, a fierce machine gun is obviously more intimidating than other small arms, he has heard more than one bodyguard choose to play dead after hearing the weapon in Richard's hand.

Don't think that a well-trained bodyguard will run out in any situation, you can compete in marksmanship with an enemy with a pistol, what do you want to do when you face an enemy with a machine gun, suicide? People work as bodyguards just to make a living, not to earn insurance money.

Along the way, John suddenly had a sense of loss, he seemed to have changed from the actor of a movie to a supporting role, he was supposed to be wise and powerful, but now he seems to have become a machine gun loader, if he was helping to memorize a few more drums, it would be more like...

The problem is that Robin is acceptable to Batman, and he now feels like he's playing Deadpool, a protagonist who doesn't fit in with the whole film.

The sculpture room, the gallery, this temple of art is splashed with bright colors by Richard and his M249.

"Seriously, John, it's really artistic to fight in a museum, look at this gorgeous picture, how many artists are splashing paint like me, I think I have the potential to be an artist, you say."

"Maybe, but they certainly didn't use machine guns."

"Are you kidding? John, this is really a big improvement, seriously, you are really handsome when you smile, people should look forward, there is a saying, life is not only the current sorrow, but also the blood of others. ”

“... I don't think anyone would say that. ”

"Okay, maybe I'm mistaken, but the general meaning is this, whoever makes you unhappy for a while, you make him unhappy for the rest of his life."

Is there anything in common between these two sentences? John couldn't think of it, and he didn't plan to think about it, after killing a bald bodyguard, the two of them walked through the main hall of the museum to a hallway, and at the end of the corridor hung a poster with a headline like Reflection Art.

"John, do you know what reflection art is?"

"I don't know."

"Awesome, you and I want to go together, let's take a look."

Who wants to go with you!

John roared in his head as he followed Richard and rushed in.

“... Welcome to the soul reflection space of the modern new New York... In this exhibition, the interplay of light and the nature of self-image..."

Sudden Sudden Rush!

The female voice closed her mouth, and several sparkling speakers hung from the ceiling.

Richard pointed to the countless mirrors standing in front of him and scolded, "This is art? Isn't this just a mirror maze for children to play, I know that artists can't be relied on, and this exhibition is purely a fraud of money. ”

"John! God, John! When did we become like this? A smacked voice came from the depths of the labyrinth, at least that's what Richard thought.

"You really shouldn't have come here, the badge has been completed, there is no more between us, you just need to run far away, what's the use of you killing me, the bounty will continue, and the Camorra family will definitely kill you..."

Bump Bump Bump!

Crash!

The sound of machine guns rang out, shattering countless glass mirrors to the ground, interrupting Sandino's pretense.

"John has to die anyway, so why don't you go to hell with you, at least there's a companion, right?"

...... Who said I had to die?

"Who are you, John's friend, I have to admit, you are a good friend, there are not many people who dare to stand up and help him at this time, by the way, do you still have family, the first time you shot at me, I'm afraid they were already locked by the high table, you really want to be our enemy?"

"Child, are you sure that the high table is as powerful as you say, then why are you not dead now, I only have a son like you." Richard spoke as he walked in Sandino's direction, his keen senses having roughly determined the direction of the other party.

At this moment, two gun-wielding bodyguards suddenly came out from behind a mirror wall, and John, who had not been open for a long time, pounced on them like a wild dog that had escaped from the brisle, and dealt with them in three or two clicks.

“... Why are you so excited, I won't rob you of your business. ”

Didn't you just grab less?

When the words came to his lips, it became: "Be careful, there may be other bodyguards by his side." ”

"Understood." Richard finally got serious, don't look at his current body has surpassed ordinary people, but the victory or defeat does not depend entirely on this aspect, although he will not really die, but after the mission fails, there is only one last chance left.

Hearing that the last two bodyguards around him had also hit the street, Sandino didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, judging from the performance of the two killers just now, his identity at the high table didn't seem to be of any use, and now, he could only pray that the reinforcements he had summoned could arrive in time.

The luck of the villains is generally not bad, and when they saw that John and the others were about to find Sandino, his reinforcements finally arrived, and a cool short-haired beauty rushed into the mirror art area with four big men, all of whom were armed with assault rifles.

Da-da-da-da!

In the chaotic space, the two sides were close to each other, and the long-barreled rifle was not very effective in this environment, so John switched to a pistol.

Hiding in the gap between the mirrors and waiting for the gunman to pass by, John pounced, grasped the barrel of the rifle with one hand, and hit the gunman in the heart and head with the other with a strange C.A.R.S shooting technique.

Tsk, that's so handsome.

Richard looked at John enviously while beating the gunman behind him into a blood gourd with a machine gun, no way, this technique is not something that can be learned in three or two days, and in this world, it is impossible to give them such a long rest, especially under the premise that the task requires him to kill the three directors of the high table.

Da-da-da-da!

The gunfire attracted the remaining two gunmen, but unfortunately, they were not as good as John in terms of killing skills, and they were not as good as Richard in terms of firepower, which doomed them to tragedy, and in less than three minutes, these two unlucky people were sent to their heads one after another.

"Sandino!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

John leaped to the side, three bullets landing where he stood, and Richard hurried to the place where the gun had fired, when a cold light flashed before his eyes.