"You shouldn't have come to this city, Mr. Wilson."

In Deathbell's shocked eyes, a grim-faced Kara ripped off what was left of his helmet and crumpled it to pieces.

"What the hell are you..."

A bulletproof body, a speed faster than yourself, a strong strength, and the other party quietly touches the grenade away when fighting...

Why are there these people in a small city!

Moreover, his body could not move again...

It was the same feeling as when he jumped just now, and if it weren't for that, he wouldn't have been shot before!

【fk！ 】

One day, he will be caught for doing work, and the reason is that he has never been a helper of the target!

"Get in the car."

The all-black off-road vehicle stopped on the road not far from the two, and sitting in the driver's seat was a warm-hearted old man.

Zhang San sat in the second seat.

"Director, are we going over?"

In the distance, Captain Mark, who was standing next to the police car, turned his head to look at Director Daniel beside him.

The Director watched from afar as Kara pushed a heavily armed man into the SUV and saw that she had forcibly shoved someone inside.

It's like a kidnapping... However, Director Daniel ordered the blockaded convoy to release the black off-road.

Because everyone in the police department knows this off-road, and they also know Kara.

"I'm sorry for you."

Zhang San, who was sitting in the car, said hello to them, and the people had a very tacit understanding not to ask, not to catch, and not to see.

After Zhang San's car left, the police cordoned off the area again and dealt with the aftermath.

…

Valley villas.

Tied to a stool, Deathbell looked around him, he didn't expect a small police station to live in such a big house.

But...

The previous small strip's marksmanship and physical fitness that were no worse than his own made Deathstroke feel that everything was reasonable again.

There aren't many normal people who can fight him back and forth, and Batman is one.

Now I have to add another strip.

"So, how much money did they give you?"

Zhang San moved a stool and sat opposite the famous death knell, and asked questions that he hadn't said before.

"Zhang San, a patrol officer at the Evergreen Police Station. I used to be a boy who hung out with vigilantes and peacemakers..."

Listening to Death Knell's message about himself, Zhang Sanqiang resisted the urge to interrupt him and quietly listened to the information that basically everyone knew.

However, Knell doesn't seem to know about the Fennel Field Restaurant, and Director Daniel still has some skills.

"Two million bills, you little cop is worth more than even some big people."

The one-eyed death knell, whose hair and beard have turned white, tell the price.

Hearing that he was worth two million, Zhang San touched the stubble on his chin and felt a little lower.

The blacks who clamored for his accusation every day not only sprayed words on the streets, but also posted videos on the Internet asking for help.

What child lost his father, what son was a sensible and obedient good baby but was shot by unscrupulous police...

There is no shortage of brainless people in the United States, and the men and women whose hearts are overflowing like nothing more than to give money to the families of those who shout innocent and say that they are victims.

A group of black family members relied on putting on a pitiful appearance to attract money, and such a group of people got together to hire a killer to kill him for only two million?

Just hire a killer!?

Where is the hatred? Where's the resentment? Where did the money earned by pretending to be a victim go and what did it do?

"You're here for two million? Are you so short of money? ”

"Two million is not low, for an ordinary policeman."

That's what he thought before the death knell came, and after he got Zhang San's information, he didn't think that this target was a difficult person to solve.

In Zhang San's intelligence, he is a kid who has mixed with street vigilantes.

Even if there are some changes in the body, there is nothing else to show except better marksmanship and greater strength.

I have to add that I like to kill people according to the law.

"And how much do you think I'm worth now?"

Zhang San was interested, he wanted to know what kind of price this old killer could give him.

Deathstroke first looked at him, and then moved his gaze to Kara next to him: "You are five million, she is fifty million, and the two rats are ten million." ”

？？？

"Are you serious? No kidding? ”

This tenfold price difference made Zhang San very unconvinced, no matter how he thought about it just now, he felt that he was at least 10 million yuan, but he didn't expect it to be worth 5 million!

And!

Tens of millions of rats?

Pinch hemp drops!

Look down on people, right?

"If she hadn't come to help, you'd be dead."

"Huh."

Zhang San didn't refute his words, his melee ability was a shortcoming for this kind of character.

It's hard to deal with an experienced veteran who can go back and forth with Batman without top-notch fighting skills.

Especially if you have two rats in one hand.

But that's okay because he has the invincible Kara!

As soon as the atmosphere was cold, the two pairs of eyes looked at each other.

Zhang San is considering whether to give Death Knell to Moon in exchange for money, and Death Knell wonders what he will do with him.

After a few minutes, Zhang Sanchao, who had thought of something, said to Kara, who was lying on the sofa watching TV, "Give this Mr. Wilson a minor operation." ”

？

Deathbell was stunned for a moment, and then immediately spoke:

"We just had a misunderstanding, you let me go, I can promise not to take your order again and promise you one thing."

This is equivalent to saying that Zhang San can let Knell shoot once for free, but...

Standing behind Deathbell, Kara placed a small object into her cracked finger, which shrank into a syringe.

"What are you going to do..."

The death knell's heartbeat from the forcibly held down of his head became faster and faster, and even if he couldn't see anything, just listening to the mechanical sound made him feel a sense of panic.

"Don't move, or you'll die."

Boom...

Kara's calm voice fell into Deathbell's ears and became terrifying, and he swallowed in an attempt to ease his nervousness.

There was a cold tingling sensation in the back of his head, and Deathstroke felt something more in his head.

"Don't worry, it's just a miniature bomb."

Zhang San used his warm mouth to say that it was still very cold without temperature.

Deathstroke really wants to give him two mouths, what kind of person would think that multiple miniature bombs in his head are not a thing!

Oh, yes, too.

Because it's not you who has a bomb in your fucking head!

"What do you want me to do, kill someone? Or clean up the underground gangs, or..."

Death Knell greeted Zhang San's family in his heart, but on the surface, he still looked very calm.