Executioner 2?
Chris, who had no presence next to him, recalled it carefully and realized that this movie was indeed very enjoyable.
"If you like a transformation gun, I can get it for you."
Thinking of the gun that Bloodsport took in the team during the last mission, Chris thought about giving the loot to his friends when he retrieved the place one day.
"That's great, man, it's really interesting!"
Picking up the pineapple beer on the table, Zhang San happily touched the bottle with him.
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"This is a powerful weapon with three shooting modes: explosion, penetration, and energy storage. I also added a verification system to it. Only you can use this gun."
Smith's manufacturing speed was very fast. While Zhang San and Chris were bragging and spanking, he had already walked out of the secret room with a black pistol.
The first time he saw it, Zhang San thought it should not be called a pistol, but a hand cannon.
The black muzzle is more than twice as big as the fn5.7, and the weight is also excessive.
He checked the magazine. Seven standard bullets were quietly stuck inside.
"Thanks, I really like this gun."
There is no man who doesn't like big guns, and Zhang San naturally likes to collect firearms.
"Killing more black skins will be your reward."
Smith wanted a different reward than ordinary people. He wanted to see Zhang San use this gun to smash the bodies of those bastards.
Nodding awkwardly, Zhang San said that if someone didn't obey the instructions, he would use this weapon to beat the other person to tears.
Smith was very satisfied, and then his eyes moved to his son.
Smith had nothing to say to his son, whom he disliked no matter how he looked at him. He turned around and entered the bedroom and closed the door.
Bang!
Chris, who was treated like air, opened his mouth. He had many things to say to his father, but he could never say them out.
He was afraid that he would be scolded if he spoke out, and he was also afraid of making his father unhappy.
After getting a new weapon, Zhang San took out a holster from his backpack, and then hung the hand cannon on his waist.
Showing off one's own equipment is also what a police officer should do, so as to reduce the number of unsighted gangsters and hooligans looking for trouble.
At night, Zhang San, who had been granted a day off, sat in Chris's car and arrived at the Fennel Field Restaurant.
Munn and others who had already arrived saw an Asian man accompanying the peace messenger, so Munn whispered to the others.
"I brought an extra person, is that okay?"
Not only is Chris wearing his Peacemaker suit, he even has a helmet on.
However, the customers in the restaurant seemed to have long been accustomed to it, and even if there was a transvestite sitting next to them, they would not react at all.
Moon glanced at the Asian man who had already sat down, and he stretched out his hand directly: "Moon, are you Officer Zhang?"
"Zhang San, nice to meet you, Moon."
His eyes were always on the other person's forehead, because Zhang San had long known that there was a small alien monster living in this gentleman's mind.
Regarding the Butterfly Project, he had no desire to participate.
But if Chris could take him to pick up the slack when dealing with a big shot, then he would be quite happy.
"What's so hard about you?"
Suddenly, Harcourt, the blonde beauty who was squeezed into the seat by Zhang San, asked him with a strange expression.
There was something pushing against her from just now...
"Sorry, I'm afraid it's my heart of steel."
As he spoke, Zhang San pulled out his hand cannon from his waist with a smile and placed it on the dining table.
Seeing the big black thing on the table, several people at the same table glanced at Zhang San's muscles again...
He is indeed a muscular man, and the guns he comes with are so big.
With the addition of one person, the few people who originally wanted to joke about the Peace Messenger's outfit started chatting normally.
Moon asked them to talk less in front of Zhang San, so apart from introducing themselves, they only talked about the recent news.
"Harcourt, you're in great shape."
"Really? Thanks…"
The blonde beauty didn't take too kindly to his compliment, after all, it made her ears tingle.
"Dude, I heard that you've been on administrative leave more often than a street gangster, is that true?"
The bearded John was very curious about Zhang San's experience. It was a miracle that he could take so many vacations without being fired.
Zhang San took a sip of the iced drink that had just been served, nodded and replied: "I am just following the procedure, and it is completely in compliance with the law."
"Wow, aren't you afraid of those family members who ignore the noise?"
John knew how difficult some dark-skinned people were, like maggots that stuck to them and couldn't be shaken off.
"Why are you afraid? Why should I be afraid of them when I do things in compliance with the law? Can they kill me suddenly with just their words?"
"cool!"
John really admires this guy. Zhang San is even braver than some superheroes.
So-called superheroes don't dare to mess with dark-skinned people, and even if they do good things, they will turn into bad things in front of public opinion.
They also had to come out and apologize to the families of those bad guys!
"If you go to Gotham, I'm sure the Joker will kneel on the ground and beg you not to shoot."
"Joker? Doesn't Batman like to play a perverted game of cat and mouse with him? This man is just a dregs of society and 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 this Puxi knows what will happen to the Joker when he comes out of prison and still follows the no-kill principle!"
Chris very much agrees with his old friend's words. In his opinion, Batman doesn't even have the spirit of sacrifice and is unwilling to dedicate himself to saving those poor Gotham citizens.
"Yes! That's so right!"
A waiter wearing glasses stood next to them at some point and echoed.
He stretched out his hand and shook hands with Chris and said: "Peacemaker, I am a big fan of yours, and it would be great to see you back!"
"Yes, nice to meet you. Do you need a signature?"
"Oh, if I may!"
The waiter wearing glasses immediately ran to get a pen and asked the peace messenger to write his name on his work clothes.
Looking at the waiter who left happily, Chris smiled and glanced at the others: "Look, I am also a superhero with fans."
"In fact, you have more fans on the Internet than some superheroes. Everyone likes your character who dares to shoot bad guys."
The citizens of Gotham are in dire straits and hope that a peacemaker will appear and save them.
