"Is this a master-level shooting skill?"

Rosen sighed, and suddenly there was an indescribable meaning in his heart, his marksmanship that he had practiced for many years was not as good as a lottery in the system, this indescribable feeling really made him feel a little powerless, and at the same time he was a little more fortunate in his heart.

"I can't think like that, without my $10 million hard-earned money, the system wouldn't have given me Nobita's character card, which can be regarded as my self-effort in disguise."

After laughing at himself in his heart, Rosen quickly straightened his mind, the Glock 34 pistol still had fifteen bullets, he closed his eyes, raised his gun and aimed at the replaced humanoid target, intending to experiment with an idea that had just appeared in his mind.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

......

Pulling the trigger one after another, Lawson emptied the magazine, and it only took nearly a second for fifteen bullets, and when he opened his eyes again, the result on the humanoid target was the same as what happened just now, and there was only an irregular hole in the forehead.

"Good marksmanship!"

Taking off the earmuffs, Rosen suddenly heard a woman's voice beside him, just when he tried the gun, he noticed someone approaching, but he was not an eventful person, so he simply didn't bother to pay attention.

But now that the woman took the initiative to talk, Rosen had to answer this time, and replied casually: "It's just against a target that can't move, and no matter how good it is, there's no point in hitting it." ”

What Rosen said was from his heart, even though he had verified the power of his master-level shooting skills, he still didn't dare to be arrogant.

After all, he is in the Marvel world, and there are many talented people everywhere, and his marksmanship is really not a big skill, at most he is just bullying ordinary people.

"Is that so?"

The woman smiled, stretched out her hand and said, "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Carol Spade, and I'm a killer." ”

"I'm Lawson, and like you, I'm a killer."

Looking at the hand stretched out to him, Rosen shook it gently, and in his memory, Captain Marvel's name was Carol.

But that Carol is not a mixed-race Asian, nor is she a killer, it seems that the woman in front of her just happens to have the same name, and she should just be an ordinary person, which makes Rosen lower his vigilance slightly.

"Perhaps, we can have a drink, Mr. Rosen."

Carol smiled very movingly, and her voice couldn't be said to be good, "I wonder if you would like to change places and show me your 'marksmanship'?" ”

Seeing Carol wink at himself, a playful smile appeared on Rosen's face, and he could feel the woman gently scratching his palm, even if he was a fool, he could now clearly feel that the woman was seducing him.

"Perhaps, I should also relax a bit."

Rosen muttered in his heart, he looked at the woman in front of him, with long reddish-brown hair, obvious traces of exercise on his body, a very obvious sense of curves, a beautiful and lovely face, obviously a mixed-race beauty, revealing a unique charm.

"At least, I'm not at a loss in that regard, am I?"

Should I say it or not, Carol's appearance is completely in line with Rosen's aesthetics, since the other party is willing, he is no longer hypocritical, and took Carol's hand and walked out of the shooting range together, went directly to the elevator, and pressed the ninth floor.

In the elevator, the two restless men and women obviously couldn't suppress themselves, and soon became entangled together, and when the elevator opened again, Lawson couldn't wait to pick up Carol and rushed into the room like a gust of wind.

"Oh my God! Rosen, you're a mad beast! ”

An hour and a half later, Carol was panting, her face flushed, a few strands of long hair were stuck to her face with sweat, and she pushed the man next to her complainingly and said, "I almost thought you were going to tear me apart." ”

Rosen didn't say anything, his eyes were straight to the ceiling, and he was thinking about a question in his heart.

"It seems that something is wrong, I just saw Perkins's beauty plan, why did I agree to this woman next to me so easily?"

Rosen pondered and meditated, but did not come up with a correct answer, and in the end he could only blame it on the reason why he had been under too much pressure recently and had been holding back for a long time.

Before he knew it, his right hand couldn't help but climb up Carol's smooth thigh again, and climb all the way up.

Carol rolled her eyes, slapped the man's arm lightly, and said angrily, "Don't make trouble." ”

"That's what you said you wanted to see."

After a short break, Rosen regained his strength, ignored Carroll's resistance, and pressed back again.

"You damn animal."

Carol muttered, and her red lips were gagged, leaving only an inexplicable whimper.

After another half hour, the noise in the room was still not calm, and Carol hoarsely voiced, "Please...... Rosen, please stop for a moment and let me rest for a while, even if it's for a few minutes. ”

She weakly stretched out her arm and pushed Lawson's chest, trying to push the person away, but it was all in vain, in exchange for Rosen giving more strength to the ground.

......

The next day at noon.

In room 911, there was a strange smell, on the big bed, Carol was still asleep, she was so tired last night that she almost felt like she was going to die several times, and Rosen later saw that she was pitiful, so he finally let her go and let her have a good rest.

"I don't know what happened to the hotel I asked for."

Without waking Carroll, Rosen walked to the bathroom on his own, and just yesterday he had purchased a piece of information from the Continental Hotel to find out about the movement of the cross and the situation of the seventeenth textile factory.

The Continental Hotel did not return immediately, but said that it would take a little time to investigate, and it would take a day at the longest, that is, it would give Lawson an answer today.

"It's almost time, and it's time for me to get out of here."

After a simple rinse, Lawson turned off the shower, dried himself, put on the casual clothes he had customized yesterday, sorted out his personal belongings, and planned to leave the room and go downstairs to the front desk to inquire about the situation.

After all, according to his memory, the plot of the textile factory is not a few days in total, and if he really misses it, he will really cry and can't find a place.

Before leaving the door, Rosen seemed to remember something, and he returned to the room, took the last gold coin left from his pocket, and placed it next to Carol's pillow.

After all, he tossed people for so long last night, and it was almost dawn before people rested, so now use this gold coin as Carol's mental loss fee.

With a sense of relief, Rosen completely pushed the door and left room 911 this time, leaving Carol alone on the bed, continuing to dream, without the slightest idea of what was happening in the outside world.