(10) What is the concept of ring?

I can have all (10) rings and am the presence that can take on the role of a sniper immediately.

"Congratulations to Kerry for winning this game." Andres shouted: "I hope all of you can learn from Kerry, if you are placed on the battlefield and you have such a hit rate, then you don't have to be an assault unit rushing to the front line, you need to be always on the lookout for bullets that don't know where to go, but a sniper who hides in the rear, leisurely and chic." ”

The crowd erupted in applause, and Kerry's face was flat, but next to him was Harry, who lowered his head like a defeated rooster, which was more indicative of Kerry's lack of arrogance or impatience.

"Then there is one more item, fighting battles, is there anyone who wants to challenge?" Andres' gaze swept over the crowd and began another wave of yin and yang taunts.

But everyone was cautious this time, after all, Kerry's previous performance made everyone a little confused about his strength.

rashly challenged and was abused by blood, isn't this asking for hardship?

Seeing that no one raised his hand, Andres shrugged: "Okay, then I declare that Kerry will be part of our Class A from today onwards." ”

At this time, the end of class was also time, and the counselor Andres did not delay the class, and announced the end of the class on the spot.

Kerry raised his leg and didn't even take a step, and a group of chattering girls immediately surrounded Kerry, took out their mobile phones and asked for Kerry's contact information.

Kerry first sent Alice a disappearance to indicate the situation, and then told the girls about his account, so that the account that originally had only two followers instantly soared to twenty followers.

Check with the girls about the weekly classes, some of which are public classes, i.e. classes that are held together by two classes.

Eagle Sauce Class A.

Eagle sauce history lesson.

Dressed in an orange shirt and jeans, Mei walks into the classroom.

Surrounded by girls, Kerry missed out on the last row.

Many of the boys gloated at Kerry and let out a "hey-hey" chin in the corner.

I had no choice but to sit in the first row and listen to Mei tell the history that Eagle Sauce could write on ten sheets of paper.

"So, can anyone tell me what was the turning point of World War II?" Mei's gaze swept over the class, and many of the scumbags didn't raise their heads, they were professionals when it came to dealing with the teacher's questions.

First of all, don't look the teacher in the eye, or she will think you have a lot of ideas.

Secondly, you should not bow your head more than 35 degrees, otherwise the teacher will feel that you are not listening to anything and ask you questions.

So the best way to do this is to look down at the book and pretend to find the answer.

Mei's gaze swept over the last row of scumbags, and she couldn't help but hold her forehead and shake her head, as a teacher, she naturally knew which students were real and which were pretentious.

However, in this class, she didn't want to ask these scumbags, after all, it wouldn't be enough to be angry enough.

"So new students, you answer this question." May caught a glimpse of the extraordinarily generous Kerry.

Kerry pulled out his chair, a little undecided, he had just started to see the founding of the Eagle Emperor George Washington, and had just seen the Eagle Emperor John . The time period of Adams's reign has not yet seen the time of World War II.

The main reason is that the history of the founding of Eagle Sauce is short, so in order to expand the content, each part is described in detail, including a lot of knowledge points such as time and causes.

The turning point in his hometown was the Normandy landings, but on this planet with a transcendent existence, Kerry couldn't make up his mind.

"The U.S. team fell into the glacier." Gwen's voice came from behind him.

"The U.S. team fell on the glacier!"

"Correct answer, please be seated."

The afternoon class was a group class, boring and boring, basically a physical training class or something like that, which was naturally no problem for Kerry, who was physically extraordinary, but Kerry keenly noticed that the Gwen physical fitness of his classmates was suddenly not like that.

But the more interesting part is the gun assembly course.

The day's classes ended quickly.

"Hey, Kerry, my dad was there last night, and I heard the fighting was fierce?" Gwen walked side by side with Kerry.

"Almost, those guys even set up weapon tripping mines." Kerry unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle and took a big sip.

"So have you ever heard of a man named Wilson Grant Fisk, who also had the nickname "Kim". ”

"Jin Ji? Where did you get this guy's name? Kerry turned to stare at Gwen.

"Ah, I heard my father say his name once during dinner, and it seems to be quite famous in Hell's Kitchen." Gwen lifted her forehead, her eyes twinkled.

Intuition and judgment knew for the first time that Gwen was lying.

Because he let Black Tiger Ah Fu go to Hell's Kitchen for two days and recovered so many little brothers, Kerry also asked Black Tiger Ah Fu to inquire more about the big boss of Jin He, but no one had ever heard of him, let alone Hell's Kitchen.

During last night's operation, Kerry asked Black Tiger Afu to gather all his men in a huge warehouse until the end of the operation.

"I think we should be honest, Gwen, and I'm as determined to fight criminals as you are." Kerry stared at Gwen faintly, debunking her lies.

"No, I'm not, just for some reason." Gwen sighed and continued, "Well, that guy was the leader of a small gang that robbed banks before, and my father tracked them down for a long time. ”

Kerry pinched his chin, if what Gwen said was true, then he was a little confused, isn't Kim an inspirational unification eagle sauce black industry? Why didn't you go to Hell's Kitchen and rob the bank instead?

Is it to accumulate raw capital?

Kerry was a little confused.

However, he decided to dig deeper into the matter, and went on to ask, "Are you sure he's in New York City?" I can go to the FBI over the weekend to help you find this man's file. ”

"It's certain that he robs a bank once a week and kills a group of cops." Gwen slowly clenched his fists.

Kerry had an eye on his heart, and he decided to look for the surveillance of whether there was gold and robbed the bank later, and then take it along to see if there was a white Spider-Man at the scene.

More than ever, he doubted that Gwen was the Spider-Man of this world.

After all, even Doctor Octopus can become Spider-Man in the parallel world, and Gwen can naturally do it, and his strength is not weak.

The two walked side by side, and soon came to the door.

"Do you want to be together? My father was waiting for me there. Gwen pointed to an SUV not far away, and a man in sunglasses was sitting on it, looking this way.

As if sensing the murderous aura of the unkind, Kerry hurriedly waved his hand: "No, I have a car." ”

He said goodbye to Gwen and walked to the parking lot not far away.

Gwen breathed a sigh of relief as she saw Kerry walk into the car, then pulled the door open and got into her father's SUV.

"That's Kerry?" Gwen's father, George, pulled down his sunglasses to reveal his blue eyes, and as a veteran police officer who started from the grassroots level, he could deduce some information by observing the other party's micro-expressions.

However, Gwen just nodded slowly, and his face was as usual: "Yes, the one who acted with your police station last night was very strong, and he smashed the exclusion on the surface and suppressed those fools on the day of changing schools." ”

"Well, that's pretty good, but I think he seems to be close to the partner named Elise." George said quietly, starting the car.

"And too handsome boys are attentive and unreliable, your mother chose me on the one hand because I am not too handsome, and it turns out that your mother's choice is right." In order to prevent his little cabbage from being arched, the middle-aged George can be said to have tried his best to protect his beloved daughter.

"Daddy, you're starting to think nonsense again." Gwen sighed helplessly.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop talking." George laughed.

Drive all the way home.

First, he had a meeting with his friendly neighbor Peter, during which Kerry asked about Peter's grades.

It can only be said that Xueba is worthy of being a scholar, and he even has some involvement in Internet programming algorithms.

Sending Peter away, the time had come to 12:00 in the morning.

Looking out the window at the dark clouds, with a smile on his lips, Kerry took off his coat and pulled out a metallic breathing mask from the dark space.

This is the same mask that Kylo Ren wore in Star Wars in his previous life.

As for how Kerry got it?

As early as his first day in New York City, Kerry sent Oni Ninja to capture the person who was working on it, and then sent Oni Ninja to collect (and steal) all the materials that the person needed.

Then when he finished building the whole outfit, because this person didn't have points to take, Kerry used the sheep charm to erase the man's related memories.

This thing is based on the outfit of the Black Knight Kylo Ren in Star Wars that I have seen in my previous life, and it does not lose its power and domineering.

Buckling up his mask and changing his gear, looking at himself in the mirror, Kerry felt that he was missing one more crossblade lightsaber, and he would be able to run away and fool Nick Fury about the prime mover.

But now, he had business to do.

With a snap of his fingers, two ghost ninjas with an air-conditioned aura appeared in the room.

"Let's go around the FBI headquarters."

Two Ghost Ninjas are on Kerry's shoulders, and all three are all black, looking like a little brother and a big boss.

Black shadows poured out from beneath his feet and slowly disappeared from the room.

..................

FBI headquarters, New York.

Even at 12 o'clock in the morning, the place was brightly lit, and a group of police officers were holding documents back and forth to sort them out.

There are a lot of homicide cases in the Eagle Sauce family, and the cases that cannot be solved in some places naturally require the FBI to intervene, which also makes their workload continue to increase and they have to work overtime.

At this time, in the duty room, four FBI police officers were bored in a group, and their faces were more or less hung with long notes, one of which represented the number of losses.

These people looked at the cards in their hands and threw the cards in their hands in turn.

"Haha, Shate, Double King Wang Fried, I won!" The officer on the far left laughed, stood up and twisted his hips and danced a mocking dance, then took out a piece of paper taped on the two sides and pasted it on the face of the man on the right.

They were commoners, and the one on the right was the landlord.

"Fake, this luck is amazing!" The FBI on the right scolds and complains about bad luck.

"Puff, puff."

The incandescent light overhead flickered constantly, as if it had encountered a short circuit in the current.

"This lamp can also be short-circuited, it seems that William, your bad luck even affected the lamp!" The other three companions laughed at William in unison, and the room exuded a cheerful atmosphere.

"Falk Squid!" William didn't speak, just held out two index fingers viciously.

"Poof."

A series of flashes erupted from inside the room.

Then there was a complete plunge into darkness.

"Damn, I'm going to call the maintenance guy, and I don't know if he's resting at this point."

"Hurry up, if we don't call tonight, we'll just stare at the screen in a daze." The rest of the companions urged.

"Huh~Huh~Huh~Huh~Huh"

Heavy breathing rang out in the room.

"Who's breathing so hard?" William turned back angrily, and he saw that there seemed to be four small red light bulbs lit up in the direction of the doorway, shining in the dark night.

"What's that?"

The rest of his companions looked in the direction of his finger and saw small light bulbs and the sound of heavy breathing.

"Bill? Are you playing a prank? William, who was dressed in short sleeves, shuddered and grabbed the flashlight on the table.

He was about to raise his hand, but then his right hand hurt, and before he could speak, his throat hurt again, and William fell to the ground completely.

"What's the situation?" The remaining FBIs panicked and pulled out their phones to get ready to play flashlights.

"Whew~huh."

With the light of a flashlight dispelling the darkness, they saw a dark figure standing in the doorway.

A man in a black cloak with a strange mask on his head stood in front of them.

Behind him were two strange ninjas with red eyes and blue skin.

"FBI, don't ......" The three of them touched their waists with guns.

"Whew." The black-robed mysterious man stood there silently, indifferent in the face of the three swarthy guns.

Then he raised his hand.

In the next second, the three of them were surprised to find a huge force in the distance, a muffled thunder sound in their ears, and then they were able to see each other's souls.

Ted, one of the three, watched as his two companions' mouths opened and closed but they couldn't make any sound, and they lowered their heads to see their bodies slumped to the ground, and then the two ninjas sent the knives down the throats of their two companions.

Then the two souls beside him suddenly exploded.

Ted opened his mouth wide, feeling at a loss for this unreasonable thing, as if you were walking on the road and suddenly stopped by a group of men in black, and couldn't help but stuff you into a bulletproof car, and told you that from today on, you are the President of Eagle Sauce, but the aliens killed and demanded that President Eagle Sauce be handed over to let go of the planet's shock and dazedness, and with a little anger.

He didn't know what he was going to do, but anger drove him to raise his fists and rush towards the black-robed man standing in the doorway.

The distance between the two quickly narrowed, but before Ted could get closer, the black-robed man raised his palm again.

A huge suction force came from behind him, and everything around him was running forward at a rapid speed.

"Boom." There seemed to be a thunderous sound in my ears.

Ted slowly opened his eyes, and the eyes of his two companions widened, two knives into their hearts, blood pouring out of them soaking the floor.

"Whew, whew." The room echoed with the demon's breathing.

"I need you to do something for me." It was as if the sound was coming through an iron tool, and the indescribable heaviness and oppression made Ted's body tremble.

He is twenty years old, unmarried, has no children and no daughters, has a good style and has never been in love, and he doesn't want to die.