Executioner 2?

Chris, who didn't have much presence next to him, recalled carefully, this film is really cool.

"If you like the Transformation Gun, I can get it for you."

Remembering the gun that the team had taken in the bloody campaign during the previous mission, Chris thought about giving the loot to his friend when he got back to the field one day.

"That's great, dude, that's interesting!"

Picking up the pineapple beer on the table, Zhang San happily touched the bottle with him.

…

"This is a high-powered weapon with three types of shooting: blasting, penetration, and energy accumulation. I've also added a verification system to it, and only you can use this gun. ”

Smith was very fast at manufacturing, and he had already walked out of the secret room with a black pistol while Zhang San and Chris were bragging and farting.

At the first glance of it, Zhang San thought that it should not be called a pistol, but a hand cannon.

The black muzzle is more than double that of the FN5.7, and the weight is also exceeded.

He checked the magazine, and seven standard bullets were quietly stuck inside.

"Thanks, I love this gun."

There is no man who doesn't like big guns, and Zhang Santian likes to collect firearms all his life.

"Kill more black skins, that's your thanks."

Smith wanted a different reward than ordinary people, he wanted to see Zhang San use this gun to smash the bodies of those dog mongrels.

Nodding awkwardly, Zhang San said that if someone didn't listen to the order, then he would use this weapon to cry the other party fiercely.

Smith was satisfied, and then his eyes turned to his son.

Smith didn't have much to say about this son, who didn't look good at all, turned around and went into the bedroom and closed the door.

Boom!

Chris opened his mouth as air, he had a lot of things he wanted to say to his father, but he couldn't.

He was afraid that he would be scolded for speaking out, and he was also afraid of upsetting his father.

Zhang San, who got the new weapon, took out a holster from his backpack and hung the hand cannon around his waist.

It is also a police officer's job to show off his equipment, so as to reduce the number of gangsters and ruffians who are not long-sighted.

In the evening, Zhang San, who was approved to take a day off, sat in Chris's car and came to the Fennel Field Restaurant.

Moon and the others, who had already arrived, saw that the peacemaker was still followed by an Asian, so Moon whispered an explanation to the others.

"I've brought an extra person, is it okay?"

Not only did Chris wear his Peacemaker suit, but even the helmet.

However, the customers in the restaurant seem to have become accustomed to it, and even if a transvestite sits next to them, they don't react.

Moon glanced at the Asian who had already sat down, and he stretched out his hand directly to the person: "Moon, you are Officer Zhang, right?" ”

"Zhang San, it's a pleasure to meet you, Moon."

His gaze was always on the other party's forehead, because Zhang San had long known that this gentleman had a small alien monster living in his head.

As for the Butterfly Project, he didn't have much desire to participate.

But if Chris could take a big guy to pick up a leak, he'd be happy.

"What's so you?"

Suddenly, Harcourt, a blonde beauty who was squeezed into the seat by Zhang San, asked him with a strange expression.

Something had been holding her up from just now...

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid it's my steel heart."

Saying that, Zhang San pulled out his hand cannon from his waist with a smile and put it on the dining table.

Seeing the big black guy on the table, several people at the same table glanced at Zhang San's muscles again...

is worthy of a muscular hunk, and the guns are so big.

There were more people, and the few people who originally wanted to joke about the clothes of the peacemaker also chatted normally.

Moon asked them to say less in front of Zhang San, so they talked about the latest news in addition to introducing themselves.

"Harcourt, you're in good shape."

"Really? Thank you..."

The blonde beauty was not very impressed by his compliment, after all, her ears were calloused.

"Dude, I've heard that you take more administrative vacations than street thugs, is that true?"

John, who had a beard, was curious about Zhang San's experience, and it was a miracle that he could take so many vacations without being expelled.

Zhang San took a sip of the ice drink that had just come up, nodded and replied, "I'm just following the process, which is completely in line with the law." ”

"Wow, aren't you afraid of those family members who ignore the noise?"

John knows how difficult some dark-skinned people can be, and they can't get rid of them when they stick to the point of maggots.

"Why are you afraid? Why should I be afraid of them if I do things in accordance with the law? Could they just kill me with their mouths? ”

"Cool!"

John really admires this buddy, Zhang San even has more courage than some superheroes.

The so-called superheroes do not dare to mess with dark-skinned people, and even in front of public opinion, even if they do a good thing, it will become a bad thing.

They also had to come out and apologize, to apologize to the families of those bad people!

"If you go to Gotham, I'm sure the clown will get down on his knees and beg you not to shoot."

"Joker? Doesn't Batman just like to play perverted games of cat and mouse with him? This person is a social residue, and he should be turned into powder and sprinkled in the toilet. ”

"You're right, the Joker is mentally ill, but Batman is even more mentally ill than him. Because Puxi knows what will happen when the clown comes out of prison, and he still plays that set of non-killing principles! ”

Chris agrees with his old friend's words, and in his opinion, Batman doesn't even have the spirit of sacrifice to save the poor citizens of Gotham.

"That's right! That's right! ”

A waiter with glasses didn't know when he stood next to them and chimed in.

He reached out and shook Chris's hand and said, "Peacemaker, I'm a big fan of yours, it's great to see you back!" ”

"yes, nice to meet you. Do I need a signature? ”

"Oh, if you could!"

The bespectacled waiter immediately ran to get a pen and asked the peacemaker to write his name on his overalls.

Looking at the waiter who left Lehehe, Chris smiled and glanced at the others: "Look, I'm also a superhero with fans." ”

"In fact, you have more fans on the Internet than some superheroes, and everyone likes your character of daring to shoot at bad guys."

The citizens of Gotham are desperate for a peacemaker to show up and save them.