5

"Mr. James!?"

"Who are you!?"

"Greetings from Jack!"

Every wrongdoer has his own debtor, and death must be understood clearly. This is a principle that Peter has been maintaining. When he wants to kill someone, he will tell the person who wants to kill the other person, and then let the other person understand clearly. The crime committed is always

It is too troublesome to let the law judge. It is better to do justice at noon. The sun is naturally on the upper body, so there is no need to worry about its shadow being skewed.

Bang...

The man's eyes showed fear, and then his forehead was pierced. Blood and brain matter exploded from the back of his head and sprayed all over the ground. His calf twitched and fell to the ground. He was absolutely dead. He calmly walked into the train that was about to leave the station. Although the alarm sounded,

However, the train still started and left the platform. Peter continued to move forward. Although some people were frightened when they saw him killing someone, most of them still went out to wait and see. Overcoming the people who were looking at him in fear, they came to the front of the train where the conductor was driving.

Raising his hands knowingly, Peter waved his hands to indicate to the other party that there was no need to be afraid, as he would not kill anyone without money.

"parking!"

"Now?!"

"What do you think?"

The conductor was a little surprised and asked subconsciously. He watched Peter shaking the gun in his hand and quickly turned around and pulled the iron gate to stop the car. He leaned on the handrail in advance with the inertial shaking. When the car stopped, he opened the door and walked out. He jumped on from the aisle on the other side.

There will be a maintenance channel no more than a hundred meters away from the steps. You can't just wait until the next stop without being arrogant. You will definitely be surrounded by a large group of police.

He kicked open the iron door, walked out, took off his clothes, turned them inside out and put them on again. The gray turned into black. He also threw the round hat aside. He took out a peaked cap belt from the inside of the clothes to hide from the city.

The best prop for the camera, besides the mask, is the hat. I climbed up from the corner of the stairs, lifted the manhole cover, closed it, straightened my clothes, and walked onto the street.

It seems that there is no way for my DNA to be screened, because from the first time I committed a crime to now, many of the key evidences I left at the scene have not been discovered by the police. You must know that your blood and DNA are in the hospital.

They are all recorded. If you are not found, it means there are certain changes, which should be related to your own system. But these are not important. Even if you are discovered, you will have a solution. Anyway, your life will always be lonely.

One person, every time he leaves home, he is careful not to let anyone know who he has contacted.

Walking calmly on the street, watching the advertisements playing on the huge billboard, I bought a hot dog nearby, drank a Coke and ate the hot dog. The police car passed by me with its bright sound, and I looked in the direction where I should go.

It was him who caught him, so he looked back and continued his shopping trip. Even though the police patrolling the road stared at him seriously, he smiled and walked past him, calmly because there was no need to be afraid of him.

, being secretive can lead to trouble easily.

My Asian identity can often avoid trouble. Although I am ignored because of discrimination, this is exactly what I need. I walked for half an hour to buy a set of clothes and wore the same clothes for three missions.

It is really too provocative to the police. If you change into something with a lighter color, you will look younger. I buy hats and masks online to avoid certain troubles. But what color hat should I wear next time? Gray, white and black.

I've already worn blue, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet, but I really can't think of what to change.

…

“Punch in!”

Pushing the door and walking into the bar, Peter sat on a familiar seat and handed the black card to the waiter in front of him. But this time the waiter did not leave, but stood aside with a smile. Morse walked out from the backstage,

Wearing a very casual casual outfit, he came to Peter and picked up the black card. After taking a look at it, he put it into his pocket. Then he took out a letter from another pocket and put it in Peter's pocket.

in front of.

"Why are you on duty today? This is not your style, old man."

"I will get tired of drinking tea every day. I plan to exercise one day a week in the near future. Don't underestimate me, kid. My bartending skills are the result of forty years of continuous training. They are much stronger than those outside. The main thing is

It tastes good. Just tell me what you want to drink and I’ll treat you today!”

When the curious inquiry was answered, Peter despised the other person in his heart. He was obviously an old hooligan. He had to pretend to be a cultured person. He didn't know anything well but he chose to learn tea ceremony. It was just a joke. He had been pretending for a few days and it was really frustrating.

I can't help but, Peter responded in agreement as the old man explained.

“I drink pearl milk tea, I don’t want pearls or milk tea!”

The old man took out a revolver directly from under the bar and threw it in front of Peter. Peter leaned back slightly and made an exaggerated expression of fear. The old man roared.

"You are looking for death!"

"Have you had any bigger orders recently? Money is a bit tight."

Ed's medical expenses now seem to be completely insufficient. I originally thought that earning three million without conscience would be more than enough, but now it seems that the problem is not so optimistic. God knows what kind of illness Ed has, so I have no choice but to deal with it.

The old man asked that his concession was the bottom line and he really could not make any more concessions. If someone really asked him to kill Kingpin, would he kill him or not?

If you don't say anything, you have to give me 100 million, otherwise it will be a big loss to kill Kingpin...

"Thirty thousand yuan is already the maximum. Your boy's request is too special. Every time you kill the bad guys, you also make the good people bankrupt. Sometimes I really wonder whether you are helping the good people or torturing them in disguise."

them!"

In fact, Morse really couldn't see through the current Peter. He suddenly appeared in front of him more than a year ago and asked him if he could make money. He asked him what he could do. His answer was to kill people, and then he asked him to leave. Peter suddenly

Killed four of his retired Marine Corps bodyguards in front of him, asked him how much his life was worth, gave him ten thousand yuan, and then became his intermediary, even though the other party probably knew his identity.

He came to find himself, but at that time he at least knew the other party's purpose, but now...

"I help them solve their problems so that they can live a carefree life. Shouldn't I pay some corresponding reward? Anyway, I will not kill for a dollar, nor will I kill for fun!"

The disdain and ridicule in Peter's words seemed to be mocking those heroes who had appeared in the past. There have been many heroes in this world since World War II. The most famous one is Captain America, who was wearing a blue and white striped tights. However, he died in the end.

He fell into the ice cave and is probably still snoring now. The rest are all selfish people and cannot reach the level of elegance at all.

"You brat, I can't defeat you anyway. You are the trump card in my hand. For some real big shots, no one has clean hands. Your existence has become a kind of deterrent. I really envy you."

My age, I think back then..."

"It's okay, I'm leaving!"

Morse started his own bragging process. It seemed that it was an honor to show off to a killer like Peter that he was holding a watermelon knife to look at watermelons. Peter stood up and ignored the other person, counted the money accurately and planned to leave. The old man gritted his teeth and glared at Peter's back.

Cursed.

"You brat...I have to shoot you one day..."

The familiar ruthless words were like a pair of scissor legs that could really jump up out of thin air, pinching oneself so hard that he couldn't take care of himself. At this moment, the content of the variety show that was supposed to be playing on the TV nearby was suddenly cut off.

The female news host appeared in

"Now a piece of news. Tony Stark, chairman of Stark Industries, was attacked by terrorists in Mesopotamia at around 2 pm yesterday, and he was arrested. It is rumored that the terrorists offered a ransom of one billion.

and required Stark to hand over three ballistic missile technologies to the industry in exchange for Tony Stark's safety. Currently, Vice Chairman Obadiah Stan attended a press conference and formally rejected the terrorists' unreasonable demands.

request, but also showed goodwill to the terrorists, exchanged an appropriate amount for Stark, and made harsh words that if Tony Stark died, he would use the entire Stark Industry to carry out various measures against the terrorists.

revenge……"

"Peter, do you remember the deal I told you last time?"

The news made Peter think deeply. If I remember correctly, this is the time when Iron Man is about to rise. Should he also take part in it? Stark is very rich. No matter what method he uses to make money, there is nothing better than asking

Stark wanted to come quickly, but how should he get in touch with this matter...

"One hundred million?!"

"Two hundred and fifty million!"

The old man behind him asked again. Peter thought he was talking about the price of Kingpin's head. The old man raised his head and looked at the news. Stark's photo was clearly listed. Peter laughed and pointed at the news and asked.

"You want me to run to the Middle East and kill him at the hands of terrorists!?"

Two hundred and fifty million Starks is really valuable. I can make a fortune and spend thirty thousand a day. Wow... I obviously can't learn addition, subtraction, multiplication and division well, but that's what I should do if I don't have to worry about food and drink in this life.

, but would it be bad if I jumped Stark...

"Bring his head back, you get 70%!"

The old man's voice again made Peter think of another person, Potts Stark's little girl. If he asked her for money to save Stark, it would be a very simple matter.

It shouldn't be a problem to ask for millions or even tens of millions, but I don't know if Potts has that much money. Potts is not even a girlfriend now, just a little secretary, but this method seems to work.

Give it a try.

"I have a better way to make money!"

"oh?!"

"I'm going to take it all to myself this time!"
Chapter completed!