[I'm gonna fight 'em off]
[I will fight them off]
[A seven nation army couldn't hold me back]
[Even a seven-nation coalition cannot stop me]
As the music became more and more powerful, Valentine nodded vigorously, looking like a woodpecker. His body was loose and trembling, and the backpack behind him kept shaking with Valentine's movements, making a dull sound. At this moment, his whole body seemed to have been drugged, and his eyes glowed strangely red when he looked at the enemy.
A group of men in suits gathered around him, holding sticks and machetes in their hands, reflecting the exaggerated expressions on their faces. The gang members sitting on chairs not far away had raised their crossbows and aimed them at Valentine in the middle of the hall. The silver-white arrows shone sharply under the light. But Valentin paid no attention to these guys. His eyes were always staring at the man standing at the end of the room.
That was his goal today.
[They gonna rip it off]
[They are going to cheat]
[Taking their time right behind my back]
[Keep following me and spend their time chasing me]
It was as if the air had frozen, these people's movements were very slow, and even the expressions on their faces were so slow. Valentine could clearly see the changes in the mouth shape of the guy in front of him and his own face reflected in his pupils. It seemed like watching a movie slowed down hundreds of times.
Valentine raised his hands, grasped the shoulder straps of the backpack, and then pulled them forward hard. The backpack instantly disintegrated and appeared on Valentine's chest, covering most of his upper body. At the same time, the time in the hall returned to normal, Longmen kept swearing, and Valentine felt a little impetuous in his heart. He sided to avoid the baseball bat that was about to hit his head, raised his foot and kicked the calf of the man in the suit in front of him. The man in the suit lost his balance and fell on top of other gang members around him, gaining a very precious space for Valentine.
Taking advantage of this gap, Valentine finally buckled the buckle on his back waist, and the backpack buckled on his chest completely changed its appearance - it was a soft body armor, a pistol and several A pistol magazine was in the breast pocket of the body armor. He lowered his head, dodged the sweeping machete, pulled the pistol holster, raised his head and pointed the pistol at the man holding the machete in front of him.
As Valentine's movements stopped, the entire hall fell into silence again. These well-dressed gang members once again stopped their movements and stayed in place like puppets, allowing Valentine to aim at their heads.
[And I'm talking to myself at night because I can't forget]
[I talk to myself at night because I can't let go]
[Back and forth through my mind behind a cigarette]
[After smoking a cigarette, I thought about it over and over again]
[And a message coming from my eyes says leave it alone]
[There is a message in my eyes that says let it be]
It was noon in Longmen, and the whole slum was bustling with people. Even in the backyard of a teahouse, Valentine could hear the noise outside. After a week of idleness, he finally decided to carry out the task assigned to him by Longmen, and his first target was the owner of the "Mingcha Teahouse", who was also the boss of a gang.
Because of the information provided by Chen, Valentine knew the target's work and rest schedule very well. Compared to noon, morning and midnight were more suitable for him to go for assassination or Wushuang, but he rejected both of these times. As for why we come to collect people at noon when there are the most people, it is because doing bad things will be discovered sooner or later, so we do it at noon.
Very scientific.
Valentine looked at the shiny head of the guy in front of him. He licked his lips and pulled the trigger in the bass. The muzzle flash illuminated his crazy smiling face, and also illuminated the way home for Wu Ke in front of him.
[Don't want to hear about it]
[Don't want to hear everything about it]
[Every single one's got a story to tell]
[Everyone has their own story to tell]
[Everyone knows about it]
[Everyone also knows related things]
[From the queen of England to the hounds of hell]
[From the Queen of England to the Hounds of Hell]
At the moment when the bullet hit the target, the flow of time returned to normal again. Wu Ke's head bloomed with bright flowers very close to Valentine. Valentine could clearly see the .45 bullet that shattered his skull. At the scene, red petals surrounded by white stamens flew towards his face, and the thick smell of blood instantly filled his nostrils. The white replica was also stained with blood at this moment, one after another, and the clothes The exaggerated patterns on it were deeply engraved into the eyes of all those watching this scene.
Valentine looked around, raised his left hand and wiped his blood-spattered cheek. He did not stop moving, and time continued to flow normally. Valentine slowly moved his feet and turned his body on the spot, tapping his toes on the ground along with the beat of the music. His right index finger kept spinning the USP Match, while his left hand, stained with blood on his face, slowly slid from the corner of his mouth to his ears. Looks like a clown wearing makeup.
Everyone was shocked by this scene. They only felt a pain in their brains, as if a bullet solidified by their spirit also hit them. The crossbowmen who were watching from the outside didn't even pull the trigger, they just stood there blankly, their minds filled with the scene of their companions being shot in the head.
From shooting to death, it seemed to be completed in an instant, without any transition in between. They didn't even see the flames from the gun's muzzle, they just felt that he died after a loud bang.
Either this madman's speed is superhuman, or he deleted the period just now.
Looking at the stunned dead people, Valentine's smiling face suddenly turned cold. With a wave of his right hand, the USP was once again held by him, and the black muzzle was pointed at a lucky spectator. Valentine's eyes stared at him, and the little finger of his left hand, stained with blood, inserted into his ear hole.
At this time, they could no longer hear the noise in the teahouse outside, and the whole hall was echoing with their heartbeats. At this time, Valentine suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he could clearly feel everything around him. As long as a person's physical condition is quieter and his thinking is more focused, he can see the constantly flowing blood and nerve signals.
"The sound hurt my ears."
Valentine smiled, suppressed the strange feeling, and turned the pistol again. The lucky spectator who was pointed at was secretly relieved, and at the same time winked at the companion behind Valentine.
Gun weapons are very shocking to them, but this does not mean that they will be captured without mercy.
Bang.
He only felt that he had been punched in the chest. The pain only lasted for a moment, and was replaced by darkness that gradually spread. He let go of his hand and took two steps back. The baseball bat in his hand fell to the ground. He covered the place where he was shot with both hands. He stared at the still smoking muzzle in front of him. His gradually blurred vision was filled with Valentin's face. Blood red smile.
"surpris!"
These were the last words he heard before losing consciousness.
[And if I catch you coming back my way]
[And if I can make you my destination]
[I'm going to serve it to you]
[I will serve you wholeheartedly]
[And that ain't what you want to hear]
[This is not what you want to hear]
[but that's what I'll do]
[But this is what I'm going to do]
[And a feeling coming from my bones says find a home]
[The feeling in my bones says: Find a home]
Gantry gives Valentin a really good feeling. The slums are like the alleys he remembers as a child, the lower city is like the new street he moved to when he was in high school, and the upper city is Valentine's elusive dream.
He once had a dream of sitting in front of a high-end office building and working.
Chen's promise to him was very attractive, a house in the lower city and citizenship in Longmen. If Valentin had not met Xing Yihuang at the beginning, he would probably have come to Longmen alone to make a living, away from the chaotic city of Chernobog. Maybe here he will meet the girls from Penguin Logistics and become a glorious courier; or maybe he will have an exciting relationship with Chen Lai, get in touch with this cold police superintendent, and prepare for his future joining Longmen. The Guards Bureau laid the groundwork.
But none of these things happened.
A few nights ago, when Valentin was lying on the sofa meditating, he had been thinking about how he should deal with these targets, because Valentin discovered that if he directly used violent means to solve the problem, what awaited him in the future might really be a gantry. prison.
Chen said this: "The Longmen Guard Bureau will ignore your illegal behavior in the execution of its mission to the greatest extent."
It looks very good, and it seems to have relaxed Valentine's requirements for completing the mission. As long as the target dies, he will be fine even if he uses RPG.
But there is another sentence after this sentence: "If it is later proven that the illegal behavior you committed during the mission was completely avoidable or the impact was too bad, the Guards Bureau will still arrest you and bring you to justice."
Then this is interesting.
What kind of illegal behavior can be completely avoided? Isn’t this what Longmen has the final say? As long as they are willing, even if they are completely stealthy and only kill the target, the Guards Bureau can have an excuse to put Valentine in jail because he killed someone.
If Valentin were a real Longmen citizen, he might not have such concerns, but at this moment he is a "dangerous element" in the eyes of Longmen. Valentine does not believe that Longmen will not play something in this mission. Word games.
But Valentin had to do this task. If he kept putting it off, Longmen would definitely expel him, and it would be difficult for him to report to Kelsey at that time. The first mission failed, and Valentine felt that it would be difficult for him to survive in Rhode Island in the future.
The only solution was to complete these tasks legally, find evidence, and use the Guards Bureau to eliminate these targets. Anyway, Chen didn't give him any rules not to let the Guards Bureau dispatch to arrest people.
Valentin estimated that if he really had evidence to ask the Guards Bureau to arrest people, Chen would definitely be happier than him.
However, the difficulty of the task would increase exponentially. He was not confident that he would be able to find evidence that neither the Longmen Guard Bureau nor the Rat King could find.
but……
Looking at the environment where time had frozen again, Valentine held the pistol behind his head and fired three shots at the guy who was charging towards him and still suspended in mid-air. Listening to the dull popping sound, Valentine withdrew his pistol, took a step to the right, and turned the USP in his hand again.
Time returned to normal, and a body fell to the ground, leaving a thick trail of blood. The blood flowing from his body flowed into the red lake, causing faint ripples.
"The third lucky winner!"
Valentine raised his hands, raised his head and shouted, announcing to everyone present that this was a great thing worth celebrating. His laughter turned into bullets one after another, constantly destroying the hearts of those gang members.
He is an operator from Rhode Island, not a refugee who really wants to join Longmen! Are you living in a big apartment with two beautiful ladies and come to Longmen to live in the lower city?
impossible!
So why is he still afraid of Lao Wei and the Rat King?
Just ask one thing, is there an angel sister taking a bath in the bathtub in that house?
[I'm goin' to Wichita]
[I'm going to Wichita]
[Far from this opera forevermore]
[Stay away from this opera house forever]
[I'm gonna work the straw]
[I want to work among straw and straw]
[Make the sweat drip out of every pore]
[Let every pore be covered with sweat]
This time, these guys finally collapsed. They picked up the weapons in their hands and rushed towards Valentine, while they kept swearing at Longmen. The momentum is very strong, and the legs are shaking fast enough, almost catching up with the leg shaking champion of XX Cloud Music. The arrogant gang leader who was sitting aside was completely panicked. He struggled to stand up and wanted to leave this hellish place. His running back was twisted and looked like a real clown.
Valentin stopped what he was doing. He looked at the lunatics who were frozen in the air and shifted his gaze to the gang leader behind the layers of figures. This guy seemed to be wearing a wig. As he ran, his hair arrogantly broke away from his head, and every strand of hair was dancing wantonly in mid-air, looking like a ball of mini ancient gods.
Maybe the deep sea color Q version of the villain looks like this?
Valentine raised his arm and pointed the gun at the back of the guy's head. A machete had already cut through Valentine's clothes. A gorgeous line of blood slowly sprayed into the air, accompanied by several snake-like twists. The current flowing.
There was another deafening sound, and the brass bullet was pushed to a terrifying speed by the extremely expanded air, leaving the huge fireball and gunpowder smoke ejected from the muzzle far behind, even in the extremely fast flow of time. The slow space still carries an unparalleled force and charges forward, violently tearing apart all obstacles on the path, and accurately hitting the target with the determination of the shooter.
The bullet first hit the edge of the neck of a gang member. Fortunately, the waterfall of blood spurted out was not very fast and did not affect the trajectory of the bullet. Although the bullet lost its momentum because it hit an enemy first and began to roll forward, the extremely violent kinetic energy could still easily penetrate the back of the escaping guy's head.
Looking at the skull fragments and blood splashed by bullets not far away, the horns on Valentine's head emitted a dazzling blue light, and the blue electricity on his body became stronger with his laughter. Valentine took the initiative to give up the freezing of time. Countless forces hit his head and neck from all directions with frightened and angry yells, and countless crossbow arrows hit his back and chest. But Valentine didn't fight back. He just sat on the ground and let those guys vent their anger and fear crazily. At the same time, he used the few bullets left in the magazine to knock down a few guys in front of him, slowly. Pull out a new magazine from the chest and replace it.
Those attacks seemed to tickle him.
Anyway, if you can’t beat him to death, you can fight him as you please.
Valentine put the pistol back into the gun pouch on his chest and stared at the crazy bastards in front of him. His eyes were purple, but they soon recovered. There was a crack in his cervical spine, which was quickly repaired. Gradually, the attack speed of these guys slowed down, and Valentine also discovered his new abilities.
He seemed to be able to control his pain switch, just like Xing Yihuang, so the attacks of these guys really turned into tickling for Valentine. At the same time, the heartbeats of the guys in front of him began to get louder and louder in Valentine's ears. Valentine once again saw the blood flow of these guys, as if all of them had lost their clothes and skin in front of him. Valentine could clearly feel the flow of blood in their bodies, the contraction and expansion of their hearts, and the contraction and expansion of their cerebral cortexes. Neural electrical signals that are constantly beating.
When Valentine went deeper into exploring the mysteries of the human body, that feeling suddenly disappeared. The gang members in front of him were still wearing clothes and waving weapons in their hands to beat Valentine. Compared with the frequency and strength at the beginning, it is really not enough.
"Finished?"
Valentine raised his head and looked at the dead people in front of him. There was no murderous intent or anger in his eyes. The corners of his mouth were always slightly raised, as if he was really asking them a normal question. The blood on Valentine's face has completely solidified, and the smiling face painted with blood now looks uglier than at the beginning, and it is also distorted in the middle because of being hit.
"It looks like I need to redraw it."
Valentin saw the reflection on his face from the other person's eyes, lowered his head and murmured softly. He scratched the dried blood on his face, stood up and took out the USP Match hanging on his chest.
Looking at the frightened dead people in front of him, Valentine smiled kindly and loaded his pistol.
"My clothes are stained with blood and I can't use them, so I thought..."
"Do you mind if I lend you some blood?"
[And I'm bleeding and I'm bleedingand I'm bleeding right before my lord]
[I am bleeding, I am bleeding, I am standing in front of my master, bleeding]
[Oh, the words are going to bleed from me]
[Oh, what I say will also be filled with blood and tears]
[and I will think no more]
[And I won't give it a second thought]
[And the stains coming from my blood tell me go back home]
[The stain in my blood also tells me: Go home quickly]
ten minutes later.
Valentin looked at the corpse in front of him and frowned in distress. Because the pistol was too loud, the gunshot quickly attracted attention from outside. Other members of the gang came to welcome Valentine to give him fresh blood, but Valentine already had enough blood to use. Well, they are really a bit redundant here. However, it was difficult to refuse the other party's kindness, and Valentine could not refuse, so he could only respond with bullets.
Soon, the bodies of these people were piled together by Valentine, and he was given the last gift - a fairly comfortable sitting platform.
Valentine patted the body under his butt and nodded with satisfaction. This felt much better than those chairs made of wood, stone, and metal. They were soft, but not as comfortable as the sofa. The blood even made his pants wet, making him feel a little sticky.
It seems that I will have to wear a waterproof tights next time. Deadpool's one is very good, and it is red, so it will be okay if it is stained with blood...
Thinking about myself, Valentine, wearing Deadpool's tights, I still feel a little cute.
Do you like the Terra World photo version of Deadpool who is 1m63 tall and likes to use USP and a long sword to open a machete?
It's a pity that the world doesn't know what kind of virtual character Deadpool is. Valentine can't go to the comic exhibition to cause trouble, otherwise he will be beaten out by the security...
While he was holding his fingers and pretending to be smoking, thinking deeply about the possibility of becoming a superhero, the door to the back hall of the teahouse was kicked open, and then a group of heavily armed Longmen Guards Bureau officers rushed in. Surrounding Valentine, the crossbows in their hands were all aimed at the dangerous man sitting in the center of the hall. There were several heavy-armed operators holding shields and purple batons pointing at Valentine inside. Yelled: "Get down!"
Valentin completely ignored the threat of these heavy-armed operators, and instead poked his head to look at the operators holding crossbows on the outside. His eyes were so calm that he did not look like a murderous madman. Those who were similar to Valentin The operator who briefly looked at each other couldn't even see a hint of ferocity in his eyes, as if he was really looking for an acquaintance of his.
This did not make the officers of the Guards Bureau feel relaxed, but instead made them more and more nervous.
Soon, he found his target: a Sakota operator holding something similar to an SVD. The blue halo above his head made Valentine recognize his identity.
He is the Sakota man who appeared behind Seiji Chen Lie.
"Hello!"
Valentine waved at him, but what he responded to was a purple baton in the hand of a heavily armed operator, and his thunderous voice: "Get down!!"
Valentine recognized the baton. It was very similar to the one in Jian Lei's hand. It was probably a magic baton powered by Originium technology?
It must have hurt.
After coming to a definite conclusion, Valentine took out his pistol without hesitation and pointed it at the head of the heavy-armed operator in front of him. The baton in the heavy-armed operator's hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.
A crisp sound echoed in the hall, and Valentine knew that the Guards Bureau had entered a state of high tension. As long as he moved a little, countless crossbow arrows and bullets would hit his head.
"Hey brother, I didn't show any hostility, why did you hit me?" Valentine looked at the black pupils under the mask, and the blood-red smile on his face was particularly eye-catching.
"I used to be very miserable, and I also had a glassy heart, so after I gained strength, I swore that I would be a good person... Oh, I have always been a good person. But no one will bully me for no reason in the future. Me, I will retaliate fiercely. Even if I can't beat them and I will die, I will bite off a piece of the other person's flesh and curse them in the most vicious words to make it difficult for them."
His tone was calm, and the Guards Bureau officer thought he was having an ordinary chat with Valentine.
"But you killed someone."
The operator who had a gun pointed at his head by Valentine spoke. Although it could be heard that he was trying his best to suppress the trembling in his throat, Valentine felt that the courage of this Guards Bureau operator was worthy of his admiration.
"Okay, that's the truth."
"so……"
Valentine put the pistol back on his chest, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and turned his body towards the door.
"Officer Chen, what do you want to do with me?"
[Oh, the words are going to bleed from me]
[Oh, what I say will also be filled with blood and tears]
[and I will think no more]
[And I won't give it a second thought]
[And the stains coming from my blood tell me go back home]
[The stain in my blood also tells me: go home quickly]
