"I know this guy, he has two very beautiful girlfriends, hey..."
Bang——! Before the sturdy middle-aged white man could finish speaking, his head was smashed into the bar. The solid log boards broke under the huge force, and the dark yellow wood stubble was exposed to the air.
In an instant, the man lost consciousness. Salomon grabbed his neck expressionlessly and smashed his head down again. The wooden stubble scratched the man's face with blood, even if it had been for a long time.
Feng Yu's bartender was also frightened by the mystic mage's rudeness and squatted under the bar.
Other people in the bar took out their pistols and prepared to shoot at the mystic, but Mr. Reese, who walked into the bar with Salomon, fired first. The former CIA agent was a sharpshooter, and his shooting positions were all non-lethal.
Yes, the limbs of every person who tries to pull out a gun will be in close contact with a bullet - maybe two. Even a top agent will forget whether he has shot this person in such a chaotic scene.
Mr. Reese did not kill anyone, at least not intentionally. He just used his body to resist bullets from other thugs.
The mystic mage threw away the unknown guy in his hand, knocked over the oncoming thug with one punch, took out his bolt gun, turned around and fired a shot at the wall behind the bartender who took out the shotgun. The caliber was 0.5.
Inches, the expensive bullet handmade by Fallen Angel craftsmen was pushed by the rocket and crashed into the concrete wall. Then the high explosives in the bullet exploded within milliseconds, and the concrete wall behind the bar collapsed in an instant.
The deafening sound even drowned out the gunfire in the bar.
The bartender's face was covered with blood and blisters, which were scratches from rocket-propelled bullets. He was hit by a wooden board that fell from the ceiling. The dust raised as the ceiling and walls collapsed shocked everyone.
I can't see my fingers clearly.
The screams did not stop. Salomon closed his eyes when the dust was raised. He relied on his extraordinary hearing to move towards his target. He kept his promise and did not deliberately take the lives of these bastards, but
At the same time, he did not promise to let these people go to prison intact. Years of martial arts training allowed him to find the opponent's vital points as quickly as possible. This was already the thirteenth joint he had broken and shattered. The prototype of the bolt gun
The machine's bulky magazine also played a role.
No one can remain conscious after being hit on the head by something similar to a brick.
"Hey, that's enough." After the dust cleared, Mr. Reese found Salomon in the crowd. He was choosing the joints he wanted among a group of fallen and wailing thugs. He pulled the mystic by the shoulder, "Except for the first
Well, everyone else has learned a lesson, that guy needs an ambulance, I think he has a broken cervical vertebra and will have to lie in bed drinking juice for the rest of his life."
Salomon broke free from Mr. Reese's hand. The arm he used to shoot was still aching. If Rodin's charge hadn't been low and he had activated three more holy marks, his arm might have been injured.
Will be broken by this gun.
"I only promise you not to kill anyone, Mr. Reese. This does not prevent me from letting them use wheelchairs for the rest of their lives to ensure that everyone is safe and that my life will not be disturbed." He held the gun and lowered his head.
He walked towards the next wailing mob without any intention of cleaning the dust off his clothes. He was like a child stepping on colorful blisters in a puddle, crushing someone's knees with great interest.
"Remember the agreement. Next, I need to meet with your companion to make sure he signs the contract."
"I promise. Your goal has been achieved. Let's go. The police are coming soon."
The short-haired man with glasses sitting at the other end of the bench stiffened his neck. He was Mr. Reese's companion, Mr. Harold. The mystic didn't know where this place was. Mr. Reese brought him to this place. He was very interested in it. The city was not that familiar. He only knew that he was still in New York, and he could still see the Statue of Liberty here.
The evening breeze by the river was a bit chilly, so Mr. Harold put on a thick windbreaker. To say "wearing" was a misnomer, because he had already huddled in the windbreaker.
"Mr. Damonette..."
"You can call me by my name."
"Okay, Salomon. Since you are still taking the time to review your Alevel courses, I will keep the story short. I thought it was a confidentiality contract, but in fact I have never signed a magic contract in my life. Except for certain books, I I haven’t even touched the parchment. You should know that John and I didn’t sign with our real names, right? You don’t seem to mind at all? In the legend, magic contracts require real names..."
"This is the true name. The true name is the name that gives a person his true nature, rather than the one he was given after birth. Since you chose this name, it represents you." The mystic mage checked the two words on the parchment. Signed without looking up at him.
"Okay, but that's not what I want to say," Mr. Harold turned slightly sideways and glanced at Mr. Reese who was on guard outside. "Before this, I didn't believe in the existence of magic until...you know, Aliens, portals, the whole world is going crazy. This matter is not over yet, Salomon, the gang of thugs you and John attacked are just minions, there is a new force rising in New York City..."
"If it weren't for your reminder, that group of thugs would have broken into my apartment..."
"Then they will die. I have seen your methods and you have received professional training. It is hard to imagine that you are a wizard."
"Yeah, I think so too."
"The point is, they're not going to give up on that market, and you're very likely to be attacked again."
"Then it's up to you to save their lives, Mr. Harold." Salomon shrugged and stood up from the bench, holding the prototype bolter in his hand. When he When he picked up the weapon, Mr. Reese's sharp gaze shifted back, as if he had a pair of eyes behind him.
"I have learned a lesson. Even if I go out to buy some seasoning, I will activate all defensive measures." The mystic mage said, "Those people will not be so lucky next time. Also, let me give you a reminder, my daughter My friends can fight better than me, but I am the weakest one in the family."
"What a shocking news. Anyway, I'm glad you can keep your promise, Mr. Damonette." Finch stood up, and Salomon found that one of his legs was inconvenient. "I hope that if we meet again next time, If this happens, you can notify us to handle it."
"If I have time. By the way," the mystic said, "I don't know where you got the news that someone will be in danger... But if you encounter supernatural threats, such as magic, aliens, etc. If Mr. Se can't solve the problem, remember to call me. This is my responsibility."
"We probably won't encounter anything like this again. But it's nice to talk to you, Salomon."
"Me too, bye."
When Salomon disappeared in a flash of light, Harold raised his eyebrows at Mr. Reese standing next to him. "It's a wonderful experience, isn't it?" he said with a smile, "Oh, magic! I
I’m going to look in the bookcase for any stories about magic.”
"Don't forget that we have signed a contract." Mr. Reese said softly, "I didn't understand what was written in the contract at all."
"That's Latin, which means 'if the contract is violated, the soul will be dedicated to the Trinity God'. I have read the terms, don't worry, we can discuss it with each other."
"What a pity. Zoe definitely doesn't know about wizards. She also claims that she knows everything about this city."