Hearing this, the black young man's smile became even brighter, his mouth widened, and his back molars were exposed: "Great, we are going to the bar, but we don't know the time. If you can tell us, we will take you with us. , buy you a drink by the way."
"What a coincidence, I was just in the mood for a drink."
Russell smiled and opened the car door, silently thinking to use 'item card: M9', so when the car opened, the black young man had a pistol pressed against his head and stepped back step by step.
When the other gangsters saw that something was wrong, they turned around and were about to run away. However, before they could take two steps, they heard Russell yelling fiercely.
"I'll shoot whoever runs the fastest!"
The gangsters stopped helplessly. You looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, they put their hands on the wall with great experience and stood in a row. In the Great American Empire, this is a basic skill required for survival, and it is not surprising.
"Brother, we don't mean any harm. We really just want to ask about the time. Can you move the gun?" The black youth burst into tears. Their purpose was very simple. They wanted to borrow the car and sell it after using it. Some pocket money.
"Sorry, you don't have any ill intentions, but I do!" The smile on Russell's face remained: "Take out everything in your pockets. Everyone only has one chance. If I find something hidden, I might get angry. , the pistol went off."
The gangsters secretly cried out that they were unlucky, and looked downcast as if they were resigned to their fate. They took out change, daggers, driver's licenses and other things from their pockets. After Russell chased them away, he picked through a pile of change on the ground. The largest denomination was $20, and the total after tossing the coins was $80.
"I don't even have a credit card..."
Russell sighed, and then picked up a folding knife. To his surprise, he found an Asian driver's license. He looked like a young man, probably a college student who was often bullied by these gangsters.
Russell felt at ease and took the driver's license book for his own use. In the eyes of Americans, the facial features of yellow people are extremely poor and they are basically just the same face. Put Dong X Da Mu and Shuang Jielun, who sings Zhou Che Gun, together to ensure that they can't recognize each other.
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bar!
It was already eight o'clock in the evening. Russell spent 10 US dollars to have dinner at KFC Grandpa. To be honest, the set meal was so much that he couldn't finish it.
After finishing dinner, Russell walked across two streets to this bar. Under the silent gaze of the waiter, he dropped a $10 tip and ordered a glass of ice water.
The music in the bar was very soft, and many people gathered here with friends after get off work. Russell found a corner and waited for the arrival of the cross.
He was not worried that the cross would not find him. For a top killer, it would be easy to locate a rookie like him.
Time passed by, and Russell drank two glasses of ice water, but his face remained calm. He showed a calm and calm demeanor, showing that he was not impatient or impatient. He knew that the cross must be peeping at him secretly, so he needed to create a master's demeanor to facilitate the subsequent meeting.
These are some tips in negotiation, simple and practical, making it easy to take the initiative.
"Dingling bell~~~Dingling bell~~~"
The phone rang. Russell looked at the number on it, slightly raised the corners of his mouth with a steady smile, and put it to his ear after answering the call.
Cross's voice was still low, hoarse and magnetic. He said coldly: "Damn it, I've been looking for you for two hours and haven't found you. Where have you been hiding?"
Russell: "..."
…
Twenty minutes later, the dusty Cross arrived at the bar at the address Russell gave him. The two gentlemen each held a glass of ice water, both looking speechless.
cross:"……"
Russell: "..."
The appearance of the cross was the same as his voice. He had a slovenly beard that looked decadent, and he was wearing a gray denim jacket. There was nothing special about him. But such a middle-aged uncle with a melancholic temperament is the world's top killer, and no one can escape his assassination.
Cross was very embarrassed. He had previously vowed to find Russell, but he only found an empty pickup truck. If Russell hadn't reported the address of the bar, he would still be wandering the streets.
Soon, Cross put this embarrassment behind him. He was a top killer, with a shameless face...ahem, and excellent psychological quality. He put on the smiley face he had when meeting old friends, and took the initiative to chat with Russell.
"This should be our first official meeting. Let me introduce myself. I am Cross. You can call me that."
"Russell!"
Cross raised an eyebrow: "Russell, this name sounds like someone who plays basketball, the Celtics' super center."
"You mean Lord of the Rings? I thought you meant that Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!"
Cross asked in confusion: "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles...who is that?"
Russell was speechless. The world he was in was a movie world called [Assassin's League/Wanted], and the current timeline was in the early 2000s. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in this world are still a young kid, and they haven’t won a triple-double MVP title. It’s probably that no one knows who they are.
Russell once again thanked him for his proficiency in English. Otherwise, with his level of English proficiency, he would never have been able to answer the cross fluently.
The two chatted awkwardly for a while, and Cross brought the topic to the point: "I saw your fight on the top floor. It was very exciting. Ordinary people can't do this... You are very talented!"
Russell took over: "What talent?"
"The talent to become a top killer!"
Russell: "..."
"Are you confused about why bullets turn corners and why humans are physically strong enough to cross buildings?" Seeing that Russell didn't speak, Cross continued.
Because of the screenwriter and director!
Russell gave the answer in his heart, but his face showed a puzzled look: "Why?"
The cross smiled gently, and the fish took the bait.
"This is a skill, a skill to develop the inner potential of human beings. With rigorous training, you can do it."
Russell pretended to think and frowned: "It sounds easy, but I have never seen such a person before, well, I have never heard of him!"
"You've probably never heard of it before. Even a genius needs 10 years to bend a bullet, and 20 years to master that skill at will."
Russell spread his hands: "Twenty years... This is really an exaggerated number. It would be impossible if it were me. I wouldn't be able to hold on for that long."
Cross laughed twice and showed a meaningful smile: "No, genius takes 20 years, but you are different, you are a born killer!"
Russell: "..."
Which of your eyes can tell that I am a born killer? If you dare to talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I will slap you!
Cross took a sip of ice water and explained: "When you were on the top floor, when you were in the most danger, did you feel that you had entered some kind of wonderful situation? Your heartbeat accelerated crazily, and the flow of air was clearly detectable. The opponent seems to be moving in slow motion in your eyes... You don't have to deny it, I can see clearly that you did it at the last moment."
Russell: "..."
You may have misunderstood something.
Cross put down the ice water and lowered his voice: "Your heartbeat exceeds 400 beats per minute, which fills your blood with a lot of adrenaline. You can observe and react faster than ordinary people. This is an innate talent. , there are only a few people in the world who have this talent, and they are all top killers. Do you understand this explanation?"
Russell nodded. He roughly understood the meaning of the cross. What was flowing in the veins of the top killer was not blood, but adrenaline!
"If I guess correctly..." After saying this, Cross paused, glanced at Russell and continued: "One of your father or mother must be a top killer, and your talent comes from this."
Russell was stunned and speechless when he heard this. His parents were indeed killers, but unfortunately, their daily life was playing mahjong and collecting rent, which had nothing to do with the top class.
"It looks like I guessed it right!"
No, that's all in your head!
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【Street Diary】
Great, once I finish this one, I can move on to the next one.
