"What a bold and arrogant lunatic, but I like such an opponent very much. Jin and I will kill him for 20 million!"

The luxurious venue's light walls are brilliant, and the silver brilliance illuminated the entire hall. Jin Bing sat in the middle of the round table and tasted the beef in front of him. On one forehead, there was a hideous smile of a man with a bull's-eye stunning man, and he spoke like a lunatic. Jin Bing shook his head and said that he was not needed. He was a good citizen and would not take the initiative to kill. Self-defense is what a good citizen like himself should do.

"I already have a plan that you don't need to mess with the problem. The last incident has not warned you yet. That idiot named Daredevil, are you still waiting to celebrate your birthday with him? Don't let me see you fail!"

"That was an accident! That damn bastard, I will definitely kill him, I will!"

Bulley Lester, a long-standing killer, has a high popularity in North America. Of course, this popularity is because of his cruelty and ferocity, and his completely inconspicuous madness. After being recruited by Kim and as a thug, he has been helping Kim and dealing with unnecessary characters, as well as protecting some necessary items.

He roared and explained to Jin and said that even if Jin was his boss, for people like Bull Eye, the boss was a target that he would kill him at any time and he would feel uncomfortable. It also represented atm. Enjoy life and wander between death, this is Bull Eye's fun, lifestyle and daily life.

"Here you come!"

Jin did not take care of this lunatic. Jin, who knows the way of being a good person, knows how to have a good relationship with Bull Eye. Sometimes he just doesn't need to pay attention to the other party. The door was opened and a Chinese man with a mask walked in. Jin, smiling and waved to his subordinates.

“二百万在这里,帮我解决麻烦,最好是不要杀死他,打断他的一只手就好.”

A black suitcase was raised by his subordinates and placed in front of Peter. Bulleye asked in confusion, a little dissatisfied with Jin and asked outsiders to do this.

"who is he!"

“k”

“k?”

A very rustic code name, there are no less than ten code names I have seen in a year. Thirteen is very unlucky number, which comes from Norwegian mythology and is confirmed in the legend of Jesus in Christianity. The last number of people to dinner is Thirteen. While tabooing this number, many people will feel that K. Thirteen is a very handsome code name, and then there is no more. How can the dead person be from the future...

"Do you need to check it?"

Two million can not only temporarily solve the heart disease problem of Ed, but also solve the problems of other children in the orphanage. It can even renovate the orphanage buildings, buy some good beds and sheets, and improve the food. It seems that my thoughts have fallen into a misunderstanding some time ago, that is, dirty money can indeed not be given skills, but it can change the material life of yourself or the people around you. You should take both black and white. Only in this way can you help more people, or change more people.

Peter would not be stupid and naive to think that he is a man in red shorts, a god or a super god. He should have greater abilities and greater responsibilities. He is himself and an ordinary person. The difference is that his ordinary comes from life, while others' ordinary comes from life.

"Oh... forget about that thing, I don't want to fantasize about the miserable appearance of the other person in my mind."

Bang...

With the answer after the inquiry, Peter turned around and planned to leave. The clothes on his shoulder were scratched and a toothpick rolled down in front of him. Peter turned around and looked at the smiling Jin Bing again. This seemed to be the so-called trial. The Bull Eye continued to provoke further, stood up and put his hands in his pocket and spoke proudly.

"Boy, I've heard of your name. It seems that you are very powerful!"

"You should be glad that no one paid me to kill you!"

"You can try."

Intimidation is the most ineffective way for madmen. This is the case with the Bull Eye in front of you. He looked at Jin Bing again. After all, beating a dog depends on the owner, and he still needs to control his current behavior. However, Jin Bing's expression seemed to indicate that he didn't have to care. Since that was the case, he raised his hand and pulled the chair towards the Bull Eye.

Two traited playing cards were pulled out from the pocket by the Bull Eye, and they were thrown towards the chair sharply and cut the chair. The figure quickly approached. Bull Eye looked at Peter idiotically. As long as anyone who knew his name knew that his strength and accuracy would not be able to get close to him so blatantly, as it would just make death come faster.

He took a step back and pulled out his special playing cards again with his hands. But this time before the Bull Eye wanted to throw out the playing cards, the wreckage of a chair hit his face at a speed that he could not react. Peter's speed was like a lightning bolt in the air that had not yet landed in the ground, and was thrown out like a mortar.

In an instant, his mind was blank. Bull Eye's thoughts were still confused about the other party's speed. Peter had already arrived in front of Bull Eye, grabbed the other party's throat without restricting it. He grabbed it hard and threw it to the side. He picked up the knife and fork on the table and looked at Jin Ge again. Jin Ge smiled and said without changing his expression.

"I want his hands!"

"Add money!"

"How many?"

"Ten million!"

"Too many, I'll add one million at most!"

"make a deal!"

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The Hell Kitchen neighborhood where Jin Bing is located is a private transportation terminal, which contains almost 40% of New York's smuggling and 50% of drugs, and more than 30% of human-snake transactions. This can be said to be one of Jin Bing's vaults, and the daily wages are just right. However, the days here have not been easy recently. More than three docks have been blown up and four warehouses have been ignited. A man in a skull sweatshirt, holding two submachine guns, fought from the east to the west, and worked tirelessly every night.

He lit a cigarette and took a deep breath to get out of the shadow. The Punisher looked at his target with full arms. He had been harassing Jin Ge for four days, but Jin Ge never accepted it. He killed his lover. Their damned gangster opened fire in the restaurant where he and his wife were having dinner. After accidentally hurting his wife and children, they all died in the fire. The painful heart-wrenching feeling made Frank Custer, who was very gentle and kind, completely change his appearance.

"Today I will completely blow up everything here!"

Bang...

Walking out of the street, a bullet landed accurately at the foot. He looked down at the crater that was only a dozen centimeters away from him. He saw a man in the direction. His figure looked very thin, but the outline brought by the faint light made the other party's muscles very capable. He took a deep breath of smoke and sprayed out from his nostrils. He quickly took out his guns from his waist. The other party turned calmly and hid in the aisle next to him when the punishment man pulled the trigger.

"Kim Bing sent to smash it, let me die!"

Dada dada dada...

The powerful firepower pierced the wall, and the familiar bloody scene did not appear. The punishment person lost the target quickly stepped forward. A red flag came from his brain and rolled on the spot. A bullet passed over his head. The man who shot the gun actually squatted on the three-meter-high guardrail. The machine gun aimed at the other party again, and then jumped into the warehouse inside the guardrail.

The Punisher is just an ordinary person. Even if he reaches the peak of humanity, he is still a human. He cannot jump over the three-meter high wall and moves carefully from one side. He is also guarding against the man's sneak attack just now. He suddenly jumps out of his palm in the shadow of the corner of the aisle. The machine gun wants to shoot but is hit in the arm. A series of bullets are shot and shot on the ground on both sides.

Decisively gave up the machine gun and made fighting actions with both hands. The opponent's whip legs were too high and swept towards him. The punishment wanted to resist and use wrestling to uniform the opponent. The ideal was beautiful, but the moment when both hands touched the opponent's calves, the punishment flew backwards as if he was hit by a heavy truck.

"Hey! Is San Sica Hospital? This is Kalsad Pier. Someone at Pier 3 was injured. His hands seemed to be cut off by some sharp weapon. He was bleeding too much. I hope you can come quickly, yes... Pier 3."

The sound of clear bones shattering with both hands, and the air was spinning 360 degrees. The Punisher could not resist the power of Peter's kick. The small side kick was worthy of a skill that took twenty to exchange. He pulled out a dagger from his waist and squatted down to look at the twitching Punisher, hoping that the other party's future would not live in regret. He had no choice but to say that the Punisher's hands were worth three million US dollars.

"ah!"

In a daze, his hands were tingling, and the punishment screamed in grief. Peter turned around and carried the box hidden in the corner to the punishment again. He turned the bleeding bandage four or five times in a row, so that he would not die of excessive bleeding for at least half an hour. Then he put the punishment hands into the suitcase. He was still a very professional killer. These things must be shown by the employer.

Taking out your phone and rolling to the ground would cause pain to take a picture of the Punisher, then lifting the box and turning around to leave. The red outer line swept across his face, the long red hair and black tights, his fully armed look highlighting his figure, and it also seemed that the other party was a very well-behaved person. If the black woman remembered correctly, it should be this name. Scarlett Johnson's name in the last world was obviously much better than now.

"The handsome guy takes off his cover and starts slowly..."

Holding the submachine gun, the black 00-00 woman made a serious order to Peter. Peter put down his suitcase and saw that the black 00-00 woman did not take the next step. The bullet landed at his feet. This was a warning and probably the last warning. If he didn't do the same in the next second, the bullet would probably not be shooting on the ground so casually.

The legs suddenly exerted force, and the opponent pulled the trigger, and the speed of moving sideways perfectly avoided the bullet's shooting. Although the distance was only ten meters, the reaction speed of the black 00 woman was obviously much slower than Peter. After the continuous shooting of the bullet followed Peter to the trash can, a pistol poked out from the compartment of the trash can, which was aimed at the black 00 woman, but the third party punishment between the two not far away.

"Okay! Get out of here and don't let me see you!"

The black 00-wife threw the machine gun to the ground. The action obviously meant that Peter won. He stood up from behind the trash can, aimed at the punishment, walked to the suitcase again, lifted the box and quickly retreated, carefully preventing other enemies besides the black 00-wife, and finally disappeared into the dark shadow. He was relieved and accelerated all the way. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!